Puttin' Words Together - DJ JS-1, Mecca, Pack FM

I don’t rhyme without reason, don’t get it distorted

Cause as soon as it’s worded, I get it recorded

Mastered, wrapped in plastic and shipped to the stores

Where it’s bought, it was sent because to shift your thoughts

To the form of reports and the former report

Potent as Formula 44 poured through your pores

I breathe life into the sport like a savior of sorts

It’s all in a days labor so save your applause

It ain’t about accolades so save the awards

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told me the baby is yours

I’ve been trying to raise it right while raising the bar

Stayin' on tour while beats play in the car

In the cold world we dress warm, takin' no shorts

Tryin' to turn cipher «Ohs» into stadium roars

Either way it’s all gravy of course

I can’t?

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That’s IF the little kids do they chorus

US we study abroad

So world wide girls, rise with some snores

Stan chills with a fam to support

You’ll coach, I’ll play the court

Givin' English Muffin’s American pork

You get buried in scores

Your high marks already been caught

I married sick y’all already divorced

Dominion, JS-1 endorse, Rock Steady enforce

Nobody cares about the size of the loss

«Bring it on boy I love it»

«Verbal Assault» — Inspectah Deck 'Tru Master'

«Don't get mad if I scare you» — C-Rayz Walz

«Many styles I’ve mastered» — Nas

«Rappers be takin' notes» — Redman '4,3,2,1'

«I forever puttin' words together» — Common 'Chi-City'

Took ours when the doubters wouldn’t give us our props

Now to show our gratitude here’s a dick in a box

Tend our own bar since they wouldn’t give us our shot

We ain’t underrated drinkers just underrated thinkers

For a decade, men but they not

MCs

All for the love of hip hop

We seize

Concert halls, night clubs and lounges

And you and your sweat cycle fit well rounded

I don’t know what kinda 'yac these other rappers sippin'

But Dominion’s on the track so sit back and listen

They tried to crack the last pot we had to piss in

With the planet on our shoulder you’d think something had to give in

Against all odds we just scratched the last ticket

And hit the jackpot even with a digit missin'

There’s been no intermission since then

Without division or a loose linchpin

So clear the way we can play

You got Brooklyn’s finest

Q.U.'s livest

Baltimore’s righteous

The line starts behind us

Front line the fight, don’t need GPS to find us

Your style in defeat

We undefeated sky writers

Dominion stay above you like we headline fliers

Superbowl champs, you water boys and side liners

Need packs like Pied Pipers

So take a shot and turn try to snipe us

Kick like a class of Muay Thai fighters

«Bring it on boy I love it»

«Verbal Assault» — Inspectah Deck 'Tru Master'

«Don't get mad if I scare you» — C-Rayz Walz

«Many styles I’ve mastered» — Nas

«Rappers be takin' notes» — Redman '4,3,2,1'

«I forever puttin' words together» — Common 'Chi-City'