Palm to the face, stiff arm em'
Flawless to the garbage
Hock spit, just a reminder
Beg yo' pardon
Niggas park it
Meet the parkers
With the Midas
Ain't no
Point in acting tough
Celebrating being honest
What an honor
I remember when I started
Hatchback, yeah the Honda
Windows vibrate
Knocking out the sonics, uh
Mountains, they surround us
Puff a stogie, windows foggy
Scraping up the driveway
Shit, I gotta have it my way
Back to the matters of the mad hatter
No face, with a sweater in the summer
In this AV weather
With no slumber and this hunger
On a tilt axis
Have at it carry on, shit I'm jet-laggin'
Shoryuken to the spinning bird
Chun Li, chicken thighs, imma stab at it
I got a big appetite, make her asthmatic
Shit, Joey got flows like he backpacking
Snap rapping, no shackles
Instrumentals need a paramedic
Sidewinder where you find us
Desert storm at its finest
Dust the shelf, see horizons
Where the mind just as vibrant
Let it rattle, let that pit shake
Let it rattle, let that pit shake
Let it rattle, let that
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Let it rattle, let that pit shake
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Disturbia you heard of him
Make you do the Brady Bunch
Turn it down, I turn it up
Reaching for the shovel
Let it rumble while I ramble on
Never put my eggs in one basket
Basking in my ambience
Trynna' reach the masses
Poof, like it's magic
Raps on a rally track
Drifting over static
Man this ain't no pageant
Fueled by my passion
Elevator top floor
Smoking out the attic
Let it rattle, let that
Let it rattle, let that
Let it rattle, let that pit shake
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Let it rattle, let that pit shake
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Let it rattle, let that
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Let it rattle, let that pit shake
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Let it rattle, let that pit shake
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