Mad Nice

[Intro/Ad-Lib] [Verse 1: Pressure] Turn it up, what? We turn it up while the city rest Burning fucks like the German's up your bitties dress Rappers only quit, I'm death rhymes like cigarettes Something rotting in the oxygen that gives me breath Maundz pass the flame, broadcast the name Sought after like doing chores after play Just walked past, got more heart than brain It's a war path, you walkin', they're sayin' forecast is rain Been around man, I've seen the world on tour Kept it raw from the US to Celtic Shores Slept on floors when shelter was seldom more Now I can't stop the flow like a weak pelvic floor I'm in the booth with a tube givin' blood again Stickin' to my roots when I shoot, no gutter pin Critics want the truth but the scoop won't come to them Unless you in the loop like that dude M. Hutchinson [Hook (Turntablism): Maundz (DJ. Debris)] We got the shit that make you feel right Do it to the death and we do it mad nice Get your boogie on, where we up loud Tearin' up the stage baby, town to town State to state, all up in your hemisphere It don't stop, won't quit, so we [?] [Verse 2: Maundz] Ayo, Hoods up and bars down, that's the epigram Raise the mercury and put you under Pressure fam Weather man, [?] put the rains in your set Stormin' in your city, Suffa the consequence We on some pompous shit, be on the ledge Crate full of brakes [?] in the air Golden Era pair with the Cartel, beware We shinin' on their heads like a mutherfuckin' chandelier Out here, bunch of Camembert emcees Lookin' mad hard, really soft, come and smell the cheese Bitch please, this is thoroughbred sustenance Chuck 'em in the trunk like you up at Snuffleupagus Uh, you know the happening's kid, steady scrappin' for chips Heavy rappin', no Galapagos trips Got my mind on my money son and money on my mind Put it on, the trifecta, Maundz and Hoods every fuckin' time [Hook (Turntablism): Maundz (DJ. Debris)] We got the shit that make you feel right Do it to the death and we do it mad nice Get your boogie on, where we up loud Tearin' up the stage baby, town to town State to state, all up in your hemisphere It don't stop, won't quit [Verse 3: Suffa] Check, forever Golden Era, me, P and Maundz here to Make you get your bars up like patrons in a porn theatre I'm born with addiction that speaks to my wisdom You're weak as a kid born into addiction Give 'em PCP, give 'em DDT Got a CVC and see what we producin' I'm with CC see CCTV Couldn't even see me the way I keep it movin' Only eight bars in, this is fun to me I'm saying try and fight it You'll need eight more men to fight one of me: Saving Private Ryan You will not spit cause shit you just spoil it You are not fit to drink from a toilet In a world where all the wrong rappers are rich Maundz just made you all look as average as shit And it's like that