Brok Bundlez for Recycled Music - In About 4 Seconds lyrics

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Brok Bundlez for Recycled Music - In About 4 Seconds lyrics

[Intro] In About 4 Seconds [KRS-ONE Sample] In About 4 Seconds [KRS-ONE Sample] In About 4 Seconds [KRS-ONE Sample] [Che Broadway] Gimme FOUR f**ing six packs And THREE bags of boom TWO boxes of blunts ONE mic And gimme room [Verse #1: Che Broadway] I keep the set charged you face the Shado entourage Me & the mic we go together just like parallel bars Sun I'm straight I hold my own weight so hesitate You choose to violate the dire straights you feel the sires weight As u approach the fires gate now the blaze is like slate But you a day late & a dollar short & got ya collar caught Life ain't no f**ing sport Restrain games to thought Die tech the concept my text is being taught The native crook resorts to lyrical feats of force Ya whole set look fake like the land of the lost & No remorse I pull more b**hes than a Porche & I got more lyrics than there's ads in The Source Now who the boss? & It's not Tony Micelli I rocket at the buzzer like Mario Ellie I'm busting caps like skelly At ya vicious a** piece of jelly With Jim Kelly & 2 cellies You in my way you getting sliced from yo a** to yo belly Make cold cuts like a deli out some comp that's playing hero I stomp you like Deniro Compared to me ya less than zero I make figures f** lotto My style is desperado Strictly sk**s the motto Peep the cobra when he's hissing Shado's on competition like a lion on a christian Quit the b**hing I connect lines like transition That's that bullsh** man Like suspicion You wanna take me down like the Joker did Grisham? I'm focused like a prism & I'm stacked like addition You didn't listen You're like a b**h f** this You can't tell me sh** I never leave a witness [Hook][x2] In About 4 Seconds [KRS-ONE Sample] [Che Broadway] Gimme FOUR f**ing six packs And THREE bags of boom TWO boxes of blunts ONE mic And gimme room [Verse 2: Che Broadway] You tried to flip on the slick sick veteran I'm crumbling the walls down the f**ing halls of medicine No treatment I'm sticking with lyrical impeachment You slipping I reach in & pull the f**ing fleets in For sleeping & wishing My greetings demolition Ya feet's in abyss & Ya a** deep in composition The pole is for position Submission No more repetition I heat the electronics & Keep a sack of chronic Jamaican rum & tonic I bomb the set atomic Burn stages with the waves I plague bubonic The Shado come with sonnets Of sonic proportion I scrape u like abortion Divorce you from the mic Begin the illmatic contortion of ya life Ya rolled up then smoked up in the ciph Then Gen-an come thrashing wombat fashion Block speed knots you out the Bach with Sebastian That weak sh** u pa**ing Must stop in all reality I'm burning like a calorie Losing my morality Recharge the battery Then bust with lethal acid I come with diesel ma**ive to sun a f**ing ba*tard The Metafizik cla**ic Flip the mystic basket Open up the drastic & bend u like a plastic comb Let's get it armored the Mack mastadon I drop psalms on you pawns from mother f**ing dusk til dawn Without the vampire Shados the man to hire Drop more watts than a hercules amplifier & You retire off top the hit list You can't tell me sh** I never leave a witness [Hook][x4] In About 4 Seconds [KRS-ONE Sample] [Che Broadway] Gimme FOUR f**ing six packs And THREE bags of boom TWO boxes of blunts ONE mic And gimme room

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