The Uppercla** Men - Shook Ones Challenge lyrics

[Verse 1: Mr Harris] Now this for all the folks that thought they saw the end of me Build up animosity, fueled all this energy Met a lot of fake friends, candy land industry Lyrical mixologist, my choice of chemistry Battled through the misery, pain desires felicity Cadence magic of t-mac, pen agent 0 through wizardry You need a cookie cutter protractor to ever mimic me- Brown,smooth handsome skin the color of Hennessy Coming for all your ear drums, rhyme for personal tendencies Call my cuzzo Curt up ask him present a remedy Bridge gaps, spit facts injury these tracks clinically War behind bars, spit penitentiaries Got me f**ed up as I circle round this board game Its bored game n***as switching up, broads change I'm to raw main broadcasting through that broadband Sacrificing numbers you would have thought that we had lost fans Propeller see us breezing, blowing through the cross lands Flow so cold, adopted jack frost hands Blue bu*ton up, shades, cuffs-- Big Bossman Shadow set bonfire's hope that you get scorched man Talent hereditary, sk**s what you lack Numbers ran up out my watch no time for talking behind my back Attempt to k** the game softly word to Roberta flack Sprint through lyrical gymnastics, Olympics in Calabasas All angles and all facets, true Brooklyn ba*tard Hate will never box me in some exchange it for a casket Top hibachi chef in the booth call me Master Rail you in with every myth for your scrilla like a pastor Say my presence is illegal, tune into this sequel No preservatives, no equal offended I'm to lethal Grown man league you preschool Trakhaus beats pumping strong sour diesel Your team must retreat fool I'm out