SPARK 950 & TIMBO KING - United We Slam lyrics

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[Timbo King]

United We Slam, here comes the people with the rough shit

The tough shit, yeah we got enough shit

Rugged and real real rhymes, wrecking the rap scene

No playing or joking we got you open like a crack fiend

Here's the scripture, rhymes built to get ya

Put up ya knucks, we don't give a fuck who's with ya

Knock it off, hear the 45 pop it off

Time time for all you punks to crackin soft

Hoody masacre, fasten your seat belt

Can't handle the mic tonight cuz you might need help

Nasty Mac, matter of fact McNasty, classical classy

Ooohh the sound of jazzy

Rough raw the rowdy rapper with an attitude

Spark tracks are all that ya shit is radical

Mic slayer, upon the stage it's war time

Ever since birth I took turf, I was born to rhym

Tap tap check the sounds of blackness

Sit back relax, gonna show you what rap is

[Chorus]

Slam

United we fall, United we slam

United we fall, United we slam

United we fall, United we slam

United we fall

[Timbo King]

United we slam

Jams are getting better and better, doing shows out in Baruda

You get played like a sax to a tuba

Who's next to flex let 'em speak up

We at the peoples charged we living large

Life a 54 D Cup basket case, flow at faster pace

Call me [??????], cuz I'mma slash ya face

Wild wrecking from the Wild Wild West

We credit from the 'ems who the best, we the best yes

Stack the dough up time for us to blow up

Comp get stomped ya rap crew didn't show up

Cuz we stalk New York to walk when you see us coming

The phatter the track, the badder the wack the steady stunnin

Tap tap soc check the sounds of the blackness

Sit back relax we gonna show you what rap is

[Chorus]

[Timbo King]

United we slam, you can't stop the power of the peoples

Kill the silly willy cuz we firing and a phillie equals

Lyrical mania, nobody could come off better

Never say never, cuz we slammin all together

Mouth to mic madness, it's time to let the light glow

Musical masterpiece, release the hype flow

Buckwild we living foul, like Rikers Isle

Pass through 12th sleds word to mother you know the style

Cold blooded rap assassin terrorist

Leave it up to us, only us, we taking care of this

I got the skills when it comes to a mic device

You say it twice, mic device, get it, I'm nice

Tap tap so check the sounds of blackness

Sit back relax we gonna show you what rap is

[Chorus]