[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
No need to adjust your system
This song, call it Jack Herer 'cause it hit strong
Fist pump, Rebel on the set make your bitch jump
Doubt me? Get in line, cause the list long
Scandalous type, Nixon
'Melo in your face, like the Knicks on
Dick long, gripped in the pits with my wits on
Low quick, short wick on a lit bomb
Better strong any record Inspectah on
I transform to a beast, call me Predacon
Upper echelon, Deck'll rap 'til he dead and gone
Was an ex-con, now I get my checks on
Now a nigga's alright, like I'm never wrong
Headstrong, stepping through a present-day Lebanon
Like Marvin, I get it on, Rebel gone, set it off
Then I jet, set where the weather's warm
[Bridge]
Florida, or something
(scratching)
[Verse 2: Esoteric]
Listen, I'm a visionary, killing this, I'm stealing this
Hang with a gang that's villainous
Building this from the ground up, turn the sound up
Lounge around, let the beat pound, like a Dillinger
The handgun, can't come close, I'm a phantom
Your brand ain't a movement and your jam ain't an anthem
Tantrum, crying bitch, if battling's your dying wish
I'm a genie, that'll grant that shit, I insist
Fly shit, shrunken little sweater—yeah, we tight-knit
Tight kicks, flow holy water, like Christ spit
Ice pick, swing that motherfucker like a night stick
Prisoners, tie son up, that Iron Mike shit
Listeners, take a deep breath I mean I'm recessed
ES, mint issue one, you the re-press
Refresh your funny style, you should redress
Speak less, what's a Braveheart with a weak chest?
No need to adjust your system
This song, call it Jack Herer 'cause it hit strong
Fist pump, Rebel on the set make your bitch jump
Doubt me? Get in line, cause the list long
Scandalous type, Nixon
'Melo in your face, like the Knicks on
Dick long, gripped in the pits with my wits on
Low quick, short wick on a lit bomb
Better strong any record Inspectah on
I transform to a beast, call me Predacon
Upper echelon, Deck'll rap 'til he dead and gone
Was an ex-con, now I get my checks on
Now a nigga's alright, like I'm never wrong
Headstrong, stepping through a present-day Lebanon
Like Marvin, I get it on, Rebel gone, set it off
Then I jet, set where the weather's warm
[Bridge]
Florida, or something
(scratching)
[Verse 2: Esoteric]
Listen, I'm a visionary, killing this, I'm stealing this
Hang with a gang that's villainous
Building this from the ground up, turn the sound up
Lounge around, let the beat pound, like a Dillinger
The handgun, can't come close, I'm a phantom
Your brand ain't a movement and your jam ain't an anthem
Tantrum, crying bitch, if battling's your dying wish
I'm a genie, that'll grant that shit, I insist
Fly shit, shrunken little sweater—yeah, we tight-knit
Tight kicks, flow holy water, like Christ spit
Ice pick, swing that motherfucker like a night stick
Prisoners, tie son up, that Iron Mike shit
Listeners, take a deep breath I mean I'm recessed
ES, mint issue one, you the re-press
Refresh your funny style, you should redress
Speak less, what's a Braveheart with a weak chest?
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