Wake up to the pawns x2

Weak fake people put ya make up kits on

Thats why im making this song

Cuz we all gonna raid at the break of this dawn

I break em with a saw all u fakers getting offed x2

Why u tellin me Its to late fo yall calls

Not chasing for the ball

Let em chase us for the hall of fame place tht they saw x2

Yo infantry won't ment for me

Bring them to the king and they get destroyed instantly

Viciously I rip the beat its something like hit to me

I rap always about the past cuz a wise man once said

It ain't make history guess that its a mystery

Nd thts a phrase i live life on

And vintage is to hard to put a price on

Taekwon do to my foes when i site one

High jump then i hit em with a side punch

Five tons cuz when rappin make ya guys crunch

Third eye bunch u cud neva fight us with a mind cuz

Wht we spit is sublime yupp it ain't all about rhymes but its all about shine of the mind all the time tht defines us call us heavy grinders labels gonna wanna sing us cuz we get more money clips like a binder said ce dat dude da only rapper out dats gonna speak tht truth u weak in the booth nd im eatin ya dudes can withstand miles of walking got the feet of (I'm) a mule