TEFLON - Rise Up lyrics

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[Teflon]

Only escape is the relentess hip-hop, rap apprentice out for blood

All you wannabe thugs keep your distance

What's the matter, my insight might shatter your windpipe

You now ignite it and recite at shows I bend mics

The man (behind the man) behind the man (that stand beside the man)

That make the man that stand in front him piss his pants (damn)

Now let's dance, who wanna get blowed up

You had the balls to call my name in battle when I came you never showed up

I'm here, and ain't stoppin 'til I'm on top reppin

And if you think I'm half-steppin you niggaz, must be poppin pills

Instinct say, let the pen sink, poisonous ink into paper

To take a live nigga and leave him dead and stank

Now, who runs through mad crews of bad dudes

With one shot, spreadin niggaz most quicker than bad news

Teflon, [?] representative, Firing Squad

Niggaz back the fuck up and live

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We on a mission, rise up, size up - the competition

Don't be gettin bust down, who ready to die, what?

We on a mission, rise up, size up - the competition

Don't be gettin bust down, who ready to die, what?

[Teflon]

I post to death nigga, where you at? Hidin

Slidin in the depths uncommon to mankind I'm glidin

Over tracks with mo' facts than fiction

Who that nigga that splits 'em raw ways down to riddle with the diction

Givin cardiac arrestses, to pestes

Who try to follow my rhyme flow style to find out, who Tef is

Who can break the secret, the simple chemistry

If you don't lose your memory, verse'll reverse my penalty of death

WAY before dishonor, get your armor

If you foul late, I'm a shotty your body then embalm ya

Who can figure this nigga would hijack, the airwaves

My raps are [?] hearse the K K, K to buy black

I'm in this, with flows that's endless, it's that triple gold

frame nigga frame knock the do' off the hinges

And now, it ain't no surprise, these brothers recognize

the M.O.P. profile, kid we on the rise

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[Teflon]

Without practice my rap shit done turned Jesus Christ into a baptist

Tef can make the whole world flip backwards with his tactics

For real, all day, always the raw way

I'm raw dickin without a kiss so, dismiss the foreplay

This goes out to Wall Street brothers from Brooklyn

To my rocket launchin packin Bronx niggaz keep it thorough

Aiyyo we bumpin heads with all the big boys back in the keep

Rollin we deep, that pack streetsweepers and sick swords

We makin moves, I want it all, a hundred come, a hundred fall

And Teflon Don, rawest you ever saw (the rawest nigga)

Aiyyo some brothers be seein me comin up out of D&D

with a crew, that roll more harder than TNT

We be, M.O.P. the bumrush, click with dum-dums

to bust more fools up in my section when my gun bust

Aiyyo, listen G, list your squad three best gun niggaz

And I'll put them niggaz on Unsolved Mystery

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