[Intro]
Girl: Sugar?
Strategy: Nooo. You're- Stop doing that!
You're doing that on purpose c'mon, just say it
Freshmen(in background): 'Sugar!?'
Girl: No, I-.. But like, JUST sugar?
-Strategy & Freshmen laughing-
Strategy: Yeah.. ICREW.. 2012..
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[Verse 1: Strategy]
On some real shit, you critic's flies
All that buzzin' to the max, get you minimized
Kombatant to this rap, watch me finish lives
I could eat these sweet beats all day, dessert's before dinner time
OT-double-V's and bullet belts, snap my hat to the back
Keep rockin' on my track's, like punks the new rap
Got you losers pissed off, since I do-do rap
Old school sound with a new school trap
Who's that?
ICREW now you know the movement
On that Kick, push, kick, push coast type of music
Smoke when I do it, but I wrote it sober stupid
Dude it's nothin' like the other's claim, we're just the group to prove it
Super fluent check my language, best english student
I drop a new mix and make masters seek improvement
Mr.Miyagi to the bars no karate B
Bring the pain straight to the brain, mic lobotomies
Strategies the last, handle words like typography
Practically the craft, so me is all I gotta be
OTG to the the top and we
Those niggas that you hate, cause without props we do it properly
Only death can stop the team
New brand, new band, not the doors. Stop knockin' me!(All at once)
[Hook: Strategy & Freshmen]
It's the sugar (sugar)
Sugar (sugar)
I know rap's all about the talk, but all I hear is hype
I blame the sugar (sugar)
Sugar (sugar)
A lot of rap is sweet and that's all the fan's eat
It's the sugar, sugar (sugar)
[Verse 2: Freshmen]
This may sound kind of bitter, but only on this beat
To make sure that it's not short n' sweet
Isn't that sweet?
But I'mma make it dirty, they ate that shit raw, we call it sushi
But it's not complete, unless I say ICREW in it
But there, I did it
Ok, I'm finished
Stand alone in a crowd full of liars
Handin' out real, I am the supplier
I'm the best, who cares about your argument
Don't call me mother fucker, might take it as a compliment
You should be a stripper, from the way that you're poppin' lip
I'm the only G, like I stole the fuckin' consonant
Passive aggressive tendencies
Tryna' get the best of me
Don't play with fire, leave you burned to the third degree
I bring the heat
D. Wayde, Chris Bosh, King James
Do I need more names?
Already a star, I don't need more fame
You landed on the moon, gonna need better aim
All that bullshit get you nowhere
God's on my seat, til' I get there
Haha..
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Alex Obi]
Fresh new beats
Lyrics so sweet
Bounce back heavy shit, you can feel it in ya feet
Steezin'...
Skip these niggas beefin'
On a good evenin' we smoke, steam
Ya girl's sweet creamin' Aah!
And goin' bland's a no go
I sweetin' things up, like the old flow
Instructin' these niggas, like I'm the old folks
Cofusin' these hoes, thought I was new though
Spittin' sugar sweeter than glucose
We coast, music
Sound smoother than a ghost movement
Keep your sugar jar hidden, or you goin' lose it
Tracks, that we master
My girl like weed, so I pass her
My new girl chronic, I'm goin' hash her
Blunt's stay fat, lastin' like napalm
Station that you like, that's the station that we stay on
Havin' sweet dreams, girl dancin' in a great thong
My style so sticky, sticks to pans and baked on
And I am in CREW
Your eyes are in crew
So we stay in view
We ICREW, say goodbye to those nights that I knew
We might be nice dudes, but this is what I do
(All at once)
I don't want sugar free
Girl you just come with me
I can take two or three
She sweetened enough, so we can take it as she say it
Uh!