WE DEM ONES! Mr. Menace, Sir Soaked & Ray$tackz
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[Chorus: Sir Soaked]
They love to hate us, can't congratulate us
Never heard of Menace? Well, 'llow me to educate ya
We like a printer the way we put stuff to paper
We get them hunnids and never do have to pay up
No matter what, we taking it how it comes
Everywhere in the city, they showin’ love
Tell your friends, family, anyone
That we dem ones, yeah, we dеm ones
[Verse 1: Mr. Menace]
Ain't no sweat or no stress whеn I be flexin' on the beat
Tongue sharp just like a blade, choppin' syllables with heat
Competitors retreat when I speak, it's all elite
You speak with poor grammar, my thoughts will sure slam ya
Your bars just don't move me like Thor's hammer
Infinite ammo, my pen never dry
Vocabulary deep, you could swim inside my mind
Rhyme schemes intricate cause of thoughts I weave
Every punchline hits to the gut, they can't breathe
It sucks to be them and it sucks they won't succeed
Every word that I spit is like a torch
They try to bite my style, but they can't stand the scorch
No ghostwriters, 'cause it's all from the mind
Infinite potential with every line I design
I shift paradigms, I redefine the times
We dem ones rentin' that space that's in your mind
They love to hate us, can't congratulate us
Never heard of Menace? Well, 'llow me to educate ya
We like a printer the way we put stuff to paper
We get them hunnids and never do have to pay up
No matter what, we taking it how it comes
Everywhere in the city, they showin’ love
Tell your friends, family, anyone
That we dem ones, yeah, we dеm ones
[Verse 1: Mr. Menace]
Ain't no sweat or no stress whеn I be flexin' on the beat
Tongue sharp just like a blade, choppin' syllables with heat
Competitors retreat when I speak, it's all elite
You speak with poor grammar, my thoughts will sure slam ya
Your bars just don't move me like Thor's hammer
Infinite ammo, my pen never dry
Vocabulary deep, you could swim inside my mind
Rhyme schemes intricate cause of thoughts I weave
Every punchline hits to the gut, they can't breathe
It sucks to be them and it sucks they won't succeed
Every word that I spit is like a torch
They try to bite my style, but they can't stand the scorch
No ghostwriters, 'cause it's all from the mind
Infinite potential with every line I design
I shift paradigms, I redefine the times
We dem ones rentin' that space that's in your mind
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