[Produced By: Khrysis]
[Hook: Add-2]
Knock knock (who's there?)
Where we at? (over here)
[Verse 1: Add-2]
They say that the flow sinking in poison like Michael Bivins
Ronnie and Ricky tell Bobby the New Edition is Add-2
n***a who flow is colder than Michigan
Competition can swim in whatever river the fish is in
I got lines like the coke head fisherman
This the frame of mind that they couldn't put a picture in
Might as well join us cause the chances of you beatin' us
Slimmer than James Jr., [?] like [James Sr.?], n***a
Tell Khrysis it's about to be a crisis
Almighty like Isis, sit 'em high as Christ is
Mean on these mic devices, I'm mean but I'm still the nicest
I'm mean with a sixteen, when a teen is gettin' a license
n***a, call me glue cause you stuck with me
Turn critics mute, can't [?] nobody out here can f** with me
I'm from the 'Go, I be schemin' on your ho
Have her tell me that she comin' like I'm waiting at the do'
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Add-2]
I'm back when these cats slacking, this pattern is all [mat?]
These rappers do not matter they little b**hes like Madeline
Add-2 is the one, as simple as mathematics
You better tell em to step or they leaving redder than kappas
Or, redder than Vader's saber
Since I mighta been planning on living major
Homie I got flows that I drop that could stop foes
And havin' these n***as runnin' like rascals, snot nose
Don't trust these hoes, they'll marry ya and they bury ya
Speed it up, these hoes'll marry and bury ya
This is lyrical rap, [?] on the [run?]
Crowd squintin' like Pookie New Jack back smokin' the rock
They told me clean up the flow but I ain't needing a mop
I put the verse to [?] bumping like small pox in your stereo
Throwing out fire like I'm Mario, burial, bringing flowers
I'll (ooh!) k** 'em like Terio
k** 'em like Terio
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Sundown]
Ding dong ditchin', I been pitching methamphetamine
Walter White at my height, I'm making it rain
I was too hyped, the Heisenberg slow ice for blue pill swallowers
I'm resurrecting everything I buried in my last year
Knock knock the pop lock fiends
Get an extra lung to breathe, they been smoking all my best pieces
Jesus Christ and I sacrifice for the game and yo
The [?] no surer flow for the two bolts
Load them up to the top, just to weigh me on a scale
Next the heavyweight dope sh**, teeter-tot a fat kid
Lopsided close knit familia
The plot won't flow without my flow, boat sink to the bottom in the undertow
They can't f** with the team
Asphyxiate the big nun and play Sun never
It's Milton Bradley and I pa**ionately pa**ed up that bullsh** to play it smart
And I been gamin' on the game, understand my name S-U-N
We gon' spin one out my revolutionary next of kin
Young k**a, no sh** for filla
Still on my zone I drop a bomb like Flex and let my competition check my tone
[Hook]