1-2, 1-2

1, 2, 1, 2 [Hook] You To Wong Foo Me spit quark gluon soup And of course still do Kung Fu While you find a fool to run to I grab the mic and 1,2,1,2 ...You see some rule To me a new roof to punch through If it’s war, then you use Sun Tzu Oh a mic? yea I use one too It’s all about the 1, 2, 1, 2 [Verse 1] No labels, no gods, no fables If I ain't able to spit just put me in my grave hole ...I’m a free man That’s why they call me a heathen The reason? cause I like analytical thinking This Mongolian beef with little seasoning Get a piece then sit down and sink your teeth in I’ll be the first to admit, that i’m not perfect But if i spent my life making music it’ll be worth it ...and I don’t need a girl at all Fuck pussy, I’d rather give the world a song Label’s get the middle finger just as quick I’m independent, let em try to touch my shit If it was dope now it’s a crack habit That’s why I’m back at it like everybody thinks I’m bad at it Until this shit ends I’ll spit with vengeance ...shit on dope beats like old people do to Depends You fawn over porches Armani and leather While the strong nuclear force holds my rhyme scheme together I’m sick with the flow like I live on a boat You should track that pitiful rhyme behind a temporal cloak ...this kind of hip hop has a different approach Instead of women and gold It’s a victory pose A statement against shit we oppose If this was poker you couldn't bluff hard enough to get me to fold [Hook] ...You seem confused Just leave us to make tunes Before we break you and ya lame crew Give an inch and these chumps take two That’s why we bust the 1, 2, 1, 2 Trust that we’ll meet up soon You know ain't dope you snuck through If it’s fuck us, then it’s fuck you We tell to em to spit but then none do They couldn't touch our 1, 2, 1, 2 [Verse 2] Face the truth we’re just apes with nukes A raging debate over faith ensues Wait til they break the truce While thinking you safe, watch em bring the drama straight to you It’s too late with no time to react at all Catch you sipping on a 40 watching basketball This won't last at all I just want to bring intellect to a jamming song While they laugh at ya’ll I teach checker players how to play chess Teach a chess player Go while I’m blazing the sess Now follow You know it’s 2012 when your neighbors See a black president and 5 white Lakers at Staples Just leave me to my major Keep everything else including your Christ savior I’m still the type to fight for thy neighbor though Cut through everything that I face like light sabers yo ...This is the old republic ...you better warn the public Especially rappers with a swollen budget Producers known to love it, when I kick the physics ...what you thought my whole career was about dissing Christians? Ha you fell for the gambit I drop hot shit like rocks that fell to the planet ...So don’t get popped dropped and shelled by the cannon Where you standing, if you can’t spit then put ya man in [Hook] They fuss cause I threw up truth Just, wait until GU comes through With a new blunt for me to puff through DMT or even mushrooms I’m a crush the 1, 2, 1, 2 Rebuffed yet I get love too Mix the old school with something new Some don’t want it here yet some do As far as me i don’t know about you Forever rep the 1, 2, 1, 2 ...You To Wong Foo Me spit quark gluon soup And of course still do Kung Fu While you find a fool to run to I grab the mic and 1,2,1,2 ...You see some rule To me a new roof to punch through If it’s war, then you use sun tzu Oh a mic? yea I use one too It’s all about the 1, 2, 1, 2 Trust that we’ll meet up soon You know ain't dope you snuck through If it’s fuck us, then it’s fuck you We tell to em to spit but then none do They couldn't touch our 1, 2, 1, 2