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J.R One-two, one-two Time to take them back to school Tell you what we're gonna do Tear the roof of the building Swoope: Yeah, it's the beginning of an era, High Soc spitting that new age A birthday for the wordplay Piece of cake, easy Why the industry Kraft singles? Cheesy We making that music, old school 70s Mixed with the newness of Pro Tools pleasantries I canvased and all I found was fake stuff We the only crew making music with a paintbrush In our mind is art In addition to that y'alls is minus art The flow is off the wall, you're listening to ceiling Matter fact you're looking at the Sistine of sixteens Sho Baraka: Speak sense like a prophet I'm beyond paid Bring change to the game like an arcade I love a HOVA similar to Beyonce Run circles around squares y'all in bad shape I gave up the gold diggers for a sure dime Lord transformed me in my Optimus Prime So now I Walk by faith, it seems backwards I drink of his blood homie with no Fear Factor In my book of rhymes you might find a chapter Of how to be an activist, artist, and actor Like Lauryn Hill-yeah I love those Miseducation songs- so much i got a dumb flow Swoope: Dumb flow, bringing it to your block, Mutumbo I suggest you stay in your lane or get dunked on The Tyson of writing, rappers getting munched on Dahmer of the genre, eating rappers for lunch homes I don't even unwrap them, Im eating wrappers for lunch homes Now I need the Heimlich on my esophagus Ate so many choke artists ended up vomiting Now everything that Im'a spit got your mama sick My gosh it's making you nauseous Four headed monster thats what High Soc is Hungry as a plastic hippopotamus Headed straight to the opposite of where the bottom is, I promise this Sho Baraka: I see hands high, Swoope must be in the building Suzy Rock or JR must be killing Ya’ll want some more evidence we in the building Cause ya’ll missing a ceiling Hang it up -I want to call your bluff So many week the lines I want to call you months Y'all bite but still suck vampire stuff Your movement went flat-just retire cuz Check for smoke in your speakers- this is fire brah That's why the screaming sample sounds like a fire truck As Much as you lie you should be king sized We make a sad clock smile in the mean time Metaphor crazy -I'm just an Emcee I try to kill every track- I write eulogies Let's celebrate the birth of a new team Praise God-Here’s a sweet 16