[Intro]
("Flow some old pro shit")
You must get in sync
You must get in sync
("Flow some old pro shit")
You must get in sync
You must get in sync
("Flow some old pro shit")
You must get in sync
You must get in sync
("Flow some old pro shit")
[Verse 1: Bigg Jus]
Behold, in a dark universe chasing shadows
Into the burning season, slave to a sun pharaoh
Icon, holding a diamond encrusted Jesus
Please, stop jeffin', suck my rated 50 are in these [?]
War becomes hell
Still these guns blaze on in ten hour swing shifts
Who I hear thoroughly known to rip shit
Grab the rags and towels and swing their caps back
See lab bomb autopsy report, terrorist type attack
The lifeline intertwined with true belief got distorted
Caught it late night on Telemundo, Nightcrawlin', teleportin'
Spotted in boot camp dishing out an ass whipping, bad decision
Align astrologically to ensure global time positioning
Take aim, blast government conspiracies out the frame
Excuse me, El Diablo, excuse me
The worldwide b-boy exhibit is now closed
Widen your distribution of nitrogen, swing nightsticks on patrol
The Bad Lieutenant, digital chaos out of control
Deep in a swampland, the killer's out officially financed
Graffiti crazed individual rock steady in all his fury
Backspinnin on these crabs, signed sincerely yours truly
("Flow some old pro shit")
You must get in sync
You must get in sync
("Flow some old pro shit")
You must get in sync
You must get in sync
("Flow some old pro shit")
You must get in sync
You must get in sync
("Flow some old pro shit")
[Verse 1: Bigg Jus]
Behold, in a dark universe chasing shadows
Into the burning season, slave to a sun pharaoh
Icon, holding a diamond encrusted Jesus
Please, stop jeffin', suck my rated 50 are in these [?]
War becomes hell
Still these guns blaze on in ten hour swing shifts
Who I hear thoroughly known to rip shit
Grab the rags and towels and swing their caps back
See lab bomb autopsy report, terrorist type attack
The lifeline intertwined with true belief got distorted
Caught it late night on Telemundo, Nightcrawlin', teleportin'
Spotted in boot camp dishing out an ass whipping, bad decision
Align astrologically to ensure global time positioning
Take aim, blast government conspiracies out the frame
Excuse me, El Diablo, excuse me
The worldwide b-boy exhibit is now closed
Widen your distribution of nitrogen, swing nightsticks on patrol
The Bad Lieutenant, digital chaos out of control
Deep in a swampland, the killer's out officially financed
Graffiti crazed individual rock steady in all his fury
Backspinnin on these crabs, signed sincerely yours truly
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