Beast Mode Songtext / Lyric

feat. Mr. Lif

If you brought your attitude in the spot, then GET IT OUT

Ladies got your hair permed, you 'bout to SWEAT IT OUT

Let's make it worth your dough, befo' you HEAD IT OUT

Get live, LET IT OUT; c'mon and LET IT OUT

Yo, keep the peace while I'm freein the beast

The album set for its US and European release

I make you bounce just like a street hustler seein police

When Akrobatik's in the place the wack emceein decrease!

(PERCEPTIONISTS) Regulator with some shit you'll never hear on no elevator

Creators and devastators, you know we'll never hesitate

to leave you surprised with, that hip-hop hybrid

Now open your eyelids, to fly shit!

My pilot like a pirate on the seven seas

Ignite the mic with an eleven steez

Body of Christ nice, I slice shiest, that's German for certain

Under shit you oughta be learnin

Jesus, eases, for rockin the sleeveless

Wife beater, I'm the motherfucker light breeder

Send your chest when I whisper fresh

Brother think they def then you sink to death, take a breath

Make a left at the door if you ain't ready for the raw

Carnivore, power source that bust through armor doors

Like a batterin ram I'm shatterin jams

I'm leapin in the crowd like I'm Baccarat Lambo

You slackers in Sambos, a strike you can't handle

My rap's Rambo and Commando's, strictly because you can't flow

Maniac material that murder the dance flo'

Enhance shows I guarantee another advance yo

If you brought your attitude in the spot, then GET IT OUT

Ladies got yo' hair permed, you 'bout to SWEAT IT OUT

Let's make it worth your dough, befo' you HEAD IT OUT

Get live, LET IT OUT; c'mon and LET IT OUT

Yo, it's the Boston brothers that y'all done READ ABOUT

Sucka rappers heard we was comin they JETTED OUT

AND whether if you faded or peezy or DREADED OUT

Get live, LET IT OUT; c'mon and LET IT OUT

I'm a cool little nigga when I flip at night

Like stripe, my mechanical, might jab her right

Rollin in a tank with center bites

Step in the center bombs, before I jump in the tron

Soup bowl and beat bro, when you're in a trance I'm in a stance

B-boy, yeah the actual McCoy, just dance

I rep with the sidestep 'til the sky's wet

I'm the one anomaly that hasn't been sniped yet

Yo, brothers got an album deal all for the solo hype

Now we 21st century rap prototypes

Rappers mad at us because they don't do they promo right

And all they worry 'bout is who they look in they photo like

But me and Lif is like Luke Skywalker, Hans Solo like

Pimpin any rap like Magic Juan and Dolomite

Takin over shit like Bush took over your voter rights

That's why we all about that fuckin check the promoter writes

I let bass go, the shit'll rip off your face though

We're the ones with all the clout the brothers will say so

So we say go away, you stay

Tell the rest of them rappers to go pray, they're prey

Use left arm drop bomb

Operation crush planet Earth right palm

Brother there's no tomorrow, we make time hollow

Sorrow, better take notes and just follow

Yo, Akrobatik, Mr. Lif

Fakts One, hot shit uhh

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