Maximum Volume

One time
Two times
What the fuck is that
All of these beats and my rhymes attack
Searching for a record with a break to catch
The kick, the hi-hat, the cymbal and the snare
Jackson 5 Motown, got to be there
Children grown, women produce
Unleash the shackles its time to break loose
With the yes yes y'all
The rhythm, the rebel
Without a cause, the bass and the treble
Maximum volume, push it way past ten
All I need is thirty minutes, some paper and a pen
This is how it should be done
The style is unorthodox
I used to slap box for sport, know it was fun
In quad studies I played beats for Big Pun
His album was finished, I thought he copped one
The dude run run, the dude run run
Back to the lab to cook another portion
I sit alone in a four-cornered room
And originate raps, straight from my thinking cap
Bridging gaps
What the fuck is that

Children grow, women produce
Men go to work
Some go steal
Yo yup
Everyone's got to make a living

Children grow, women produce
Men go to work
Some go steal
Yo yup
Everyone's got to make a living

Yo hooks
I don't know
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