[Produced By: Khrysis]
[Hook: Add-2]
Knock knock (who's there?)
Where we at? (over here)
[Verse 1: Add-2]
They say that the flow sinking in poison like Michael Bivins
Ronnie and Ricky tell Bobby the New Edition is Add-2
Nigga who flow is colder than Michigan
Competition can swim in whatever river the fish is in
I got lines like the coke head fisherman
This the frame of mind that they couldn't put a picture in
Might as well join us cause the chances of you beatin' us
Slimmer than James Jr., [?] like [James Sr.?], nigga
Tell Khrysis it's about to be a crisis
Almighty like Isis, sit 'em high as Christ is
Mean on these mic devices, I'm mean but I'm still the nicest
I'm mean with a sixteen, when a teen is gettin' a license
Nigga, call me glue cause you stuck with me
Turn critics mute, can't [?] nobody out here can fuck with me
I'm from the 'Go, I be schemin' on your ho
Have her tell me that she comin' like I'm waiting at the do'
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Add-2]
I'm back when these cats slacking, this pattern is all [mat?]
These rappers do not matter they little bitches like Madeline
Add-2 is the one, as simple as mathematics
You better tell em to step or they leaving redder than kappas
Or, redder than Vader's saber
Since I mighta been planning on living major
Homie I got flows that I drop that could stop foes
And havin' these niggas runnin' like rascals, snot nose
Don't trust these hoes, they'll marry ya and they bury ya
Speed it up, these hoes'll marry and bury ya
This is lyrical rap, [?] on the [run?]
Crowd squintin' like Pookie New Jack back smokin' the rock
They told me clean up the flow but I ain't needing a mop
I put the verse to [?] bumping like small pox in your stereo
Throwing out fire like I'm Mario, burial, bringing flowers
I'll (ooh!) kill 'em like Terio
Kill 'em like Terio
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Sundown]
Ding dong ditchin', I been pitching methamphetamine
Walter White at my height, I'm making it rain
I was too hyped, the Heisenberg slow ice for blue pill swallowers
I'm resurrecting everything I buried in my last year
Knock knock the pop lock fiends
Get an extra lung to breathe, they been smoking all my best pieces
Jesus Christ and I sacrifice for the game and yo
The [?] no surer flow for the two bolts
Load them up to the top, just to weigh me on a scale
Next the heavyweight dope shit, teeter-tot a fat kid
Lopsided close knit familia
The plot won't flow without my flow, boat sink to the bottom in the undertow
They can't fuck with the team
Asphyxiate the big nun and play Sun never
It's Milton Bradley and I passionately passed up that bullshit to play it smart
And I been gamin' on the game, understand my name S-U-N
We gon' spin one out my revolutionary next of kin
Young killa, no shit for filla
Still on my zone I drop a bomb like Flex and let my competition check my tone