Bring This On

[Intro]
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[Chorus]
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You want to bring this on
Don't think double, don't think so, son (What)
You want to bring this on
Then bring this on (Bring this on)
You want to bring this on
Don't think never, don't think so, son (What)
You want to bring this on?

[Verse 1]
When the beat gets rollin'
I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing
Unassuming, black widow, man
Wit like razor, I cut out the middleman
Only five feet ten
Don't carry knives, just stab with a pen
Never seen one so I don't pretend
But I call it a gun, don't call it a [?]
Still my peeps were ghetto men
Refugee, [?] men
Pops did good family better than
Granddad did when we first came settlin'
White collar, daytime shotta
Snow to an Eskimo, no bother
If it can be sold I'll sell it and set it
I'm Schneider proper, mic though, trotter

[Chorus]
(What)
You want to bring this on
Don't think double, don't think so, son (What)
You want to bring this on
Then bring this on
You want to bring this on
Don't think never, don't think so, son (What)
You want to bring this on?

[Verse 2]
Write what I write, got it right ill
Never been a thug, man, I got it right real
Spit like mad, don't front like I'm bad though
Rap like a black man for mass appeal, still
Gimme the mic and get sprayed down
Hooks like Hayden in the first round, stay down
You've a slide, you're sliding, you're long
Your lyrical content belongs in a playground
Wait now, in the hands of fate
And both cards say ace, well I'll play, you'll lay down
Your kings look strong but you read me wrong
Draw dead, be gone, I'll all in for the takedown
Funk Squad blow holes with the bass sound
Mojo leaves foes with their face down
Mama said never judge book covers
Come juggle with us and you'll have a nervous breakdown

[Chorus]
(What)
You want to bring this on
Don't think double, don't think so, son (What)
You want to bring this on
Then bring this on
You want to bring this on
Don't think never, don't think so, son (What)
You want to bring this on?

[Bridge]
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[Verse 3]
See you can't test this
Took years out but I got restless
Stand no chance in a fight with fists
But draw for the mic and I'm writin' a mix
Glen's on the Mac, back writin' the hits
Ten with the bass drums, starin' the kicks
Bakin' the beats, up tray for the bits
And I'm cleanin' the plate when I spray my lyrics
Serious now, not takin' a piss
Hearin' a sound, just achin' for this
Shame if you waste God's grace for your grey soul
Face to the sky, give praise for the gift
Light call train, got ways with a riff
I spit plates, it's shakin' a cliff
Audio damage a beat by my source for my tongue won't stop, it's a hundred haughtier

[Chorus]
(What)
You want to bring this on
Don't think double, don't think so, son (What)
You want to bring this on
Then bring this on
You want to bring this on
Don't think never, don't think so, son (What)
You want to bring this on?
Then bring this (What)
You want to bring this on
Don't think double, don't think so, son (What)
You want to bring this on
Then bring this on
You want to bring this on
Don't think never, don't think so, son (What)
You want to bring this on?