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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,528
Peak in subgenre #806
Author
Nate Domingue and Brian Root-Bernstein
Rights
2004 Nate Domingue and Brian Root-Bernstein
Uploaded
September 23, 2004
Track Files
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MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Hook:
Word is Born we are the tightest
Ain’t nobody rockin like us
Competition, not the slightest
Can’t nobody stop our hypeness now
Of all the brains we got the brightest
No you better not deny this
Bringin talent not just violence
You ain’t stoppin Prod and Midas now
Verse 1:
Every time I be springing ahead, you fall back
Shit shines off the top of my head like bald cats
I’m all that and four bags of chips plus dip
I flip a script on ya’ll cats…Mister Slick
Is rippin this and all tracks to bits and pieces
Your raps ain’t serious like misdemeanors
I spit my thesis…yo…you in a tight bind
You couldn’t pass this round with all three of your lifelines
When I seize it this mics mine…and I’ll hold it tightly
And I gotta flow so cold it’s icy
No glocks or iced watches, but I shock imposters
When I still make everybody’s head bob like Costas
We mad energetic…we ‘posda start hype yo
Cats throw fists up like Stokely Carmichael
Man you can’t step…such a master of lyrics
That my only competition’s when I rap in the mirror
Hook
Verse 2:
Set every beat on fire, I’m an arsonist y’all
But I ain’t gotta dodge the long arm of the law
I’m strong armin you dogg…we the type of stars
That people searchin for like Arsenio Hall
Heard a storm warning? I might be loose
Comin to pummel MC’s with a mic or two
Recognized everywhere like the Nike Swoosh
You know you can’t beat the kid like child abuse
You can’t stop this…we the real phenom
I’m a prophet in this shit…like Kahlil Gibran
You talk about you’re rich…what type of wheels you on
But lyrics dumber than the bitch…from Legally Blonde
Already know I’m hot…I just ask my respect
Smash your light fast like flashlight defects
So calm down bastards…I box out rappers
Cause Prod outclasses these cats like recess
Hook
Verse 3:
You want it with Word? Consider this your warning
I rip through rappers like Christmas morning
Throw lines at me, you spoke too early
I just throw’em back like old school jerseys
Prodigal man…I’m bout to use this year
To take Midas’ beats and abuse them, yeah
We got a great style we…like the 8 mile theme
The way you losin yourself in our music here
So quit tryina play with the cats who ball
Man you couldn’t drop shit in a bathroom stall
Rhymes come in truckloads like Al Roker’s food
We got more in store for you than grocers do
So when that album drops, you better cop the bastard
Don’t sleep on us doc…we not your mattress
We’ll shock the masses with the album y’all
Straight Outta Princeton comin late 2004
