RPM feat. Iriscience, DJ Babu
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"Cross the border"
"Cross the border"
Yo, actions, reactions, additions, subtractions
Crew split the factions, split the fractions
E-mail, celly talk, two-way faxes
Rap bold as love, just ask the axis
Relax, listen to what your ears say
Don't believe the hearsay, or what peers say
You fucking with entrepreneurs of rhyme wars
Marked up passports and worldwide tours
But still banging out of cars I'm sure
All the heads that cop our shit want the pure
You kick a little something but the crowd wants more
I kick a smorgasbord that could feed the poor
I learned to spit raps, brace for kickback
And drip wax, some of the illest on slick macks
Cy Young pitching, catch the transmission
Swollen Membership on the Cali to Van mission
Passports stamped up at the station
Through customs, through immigration
The sign reads "Welcome to your nation"
We come to bring the celebration
The war on paper, bombs and smoke vapors
Blowin up and out, throwin up a belt
Watch the formula, shadows and corridors
We haven't slept yet, my eyes are bloodshot
And when the drums drop, that's the fun part
Snare and snipe you out here at the street fight
Let the beat ride, black market midnight
Attack a stack of amps like a pit fight
So many bones get broken in the rib shack
That's where I live at, yo watch the kickback
RPM's, backseats and engine blocks
I got my tailpipe stuck up in the glovebox
All our songs rock, Doctor Molotov
Clear bottle, call the dogs off
At the borders, and at the airport
We shoot straight and know exactly what to aim for
Passports stamped up at the station
Through customs, through immigration
The sign reads "Welcome to your nation"
We come to bring the celebration
Ayo it's spread like a virus, Mad, Prev and Iris
Never ask if you can dig it like Cyrus
Shadowboxing, got a killer silhouette
Even when we open crowd be like they rock the illest set
Feel us yet? You Romper Room rappers
Ain't catching half the shit I say until the morning after
This shit is evil on pause, don't have to play it backwards
This was made from stacks of cash from underneath my mattress
While most of y'all are just a bunch of fucking actors
Flexible, sucking your own dick for practice
Act as if I can't get a chance to put my claim on it
You smoked about a thousand pounds with my name on it
Free medical and dental plan
I'm on six figures bitch, you drive a rental van
Smoking weed in coffee shops, strippers suck for dough
Talk to me about the border I'm like "Fuck you bro"
Yo, some of y'all don't know you've gone too far
Til you've crossed the line
We not recognizing no borders man
It's like this, it's how family connect
LA to Van, all across the land
Dilated expand, Swollen, knowhatI'msayin?
It's going down like this, Dilated Peoples
Passports stamped up at the station
Through customs, through immigration
The sign reads "Welcome to your nation"
We come to bring the celebration