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Solid
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Biking for God
Yo, KayR (Everything we do is just solid) Funk Volume Hey SwizZz (Everything we do is just solid) You think we got this? (Everything we do is just solid) Yeah, me too Ugh. Yo
Yup I'm going harder Than a martyr. I've been darting since the start of the border And I'm heading straight for your eardrums Here comes fear. Dumb kids get speared. Run And place the beat in a casket Yup it's going down like a baby in a basket Drastic measures must be taken No Liam Neeson. I'm squeezing a beat up until it's breaking Quaking. What the heck you think was gonna happen? I'm a psycho watching poetry with rubber bands. Snapping Slapping those who rapping. Getting on their tracks and lapping If they napping then I get to smacking, cracking, stabbing, wacking Packing preposterous. Popping off of the top with this Polished plop that'll never stop and get dropped or impoverished No collar, kids. I'm off the leash so you can call it quits Cause I'm finished with your college kid politics. Unh
Everything we do is just solid Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Better acknowledge or go back to college (college) Cause we keep it so polished Got ya gassed up, you can check your mileage (ha ha ha)
Everything we do is just solid Better acknowledge or go back to college (college) Cause we keep it so polished Got ya gassed up, homie you can check your mileage
Solid as cement trucks. You think that you can dent us? We got the patent on this game like we is the inventors You can't stand us. Stand down to stand-up guys We lean like kickstands on slammed up bikes Jammed up tight deep inside of your mindset We so crisp like the vibe and the hi-hat Divide and decide that the knife is inside that Heart of the beat. At the end is where it's life's at 'God darn it, Kay. Why'd you go and harm it? It's looking like Pearl Harbor now and there is no Josh Hartnett You can't stop it once you start it!' Got 'em banging on the ceilings like bad neighbors in apartments LARPing. These kids, are all about that role play No bakery games, I'm baking lames up with a cold spray Like a fire hose. I fire those old fakes Solid cause I'm going hard. Do not try to hold Kay
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