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Testo Mode – Phryme

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9]

Yeah, fall in line to fall back

Big L's technique, Pun's grammar

Before the roof went in the trunk

The ragtops sat back behind the head just like a gun hammer

My sickness should remind you of Christmas

Cause I’m always coming down with something like a young Santa

Understand there will be no rematch

The kinda ass whooping you’ll only have to open up one can of

(Nickel Nine the God)

You ain’t rolling forward you’re rolling wrong

Reaching out to gangstas to be gangsta you holding on

I grab a hold of this 44 alone and let it go

More than a 4 year old singing the frozen song

I put this tec to your eclectic temple and wreck you with

Then carve in your tombstone “Heavenly father he wasn’t ready

To collide with with a force to be reckoned with”

Do you boys know who you messing with?

I’m wit, messing with niggas destiny shit Im from the midwest

I stopped drinking so I can start policing the block

Now I just cop smoke like pig breath

Pac’s soul would come out if I died a big death

Shoe connoisseur, who’s finer, your

Bitch or my bitch? it don’t matter cause you with my ex

The name of my ex inked on you, to me homie

Extinct like a dinosaur, you can probably find me

Spooning with a dime looking like

Lucy Liu, or something to my broom

Looking like a huge China drawer

I’m a motherfucking walking hazard

Find me in the bodying department

When y’all rhyming if y’all don’t release, remind me

Of Prodigy partner, y’all can have it

I man up, lifted the can up

Killed the killer who ran up scared

When I was eight my daddy yelled down the basement steps

You only gotta listen to me and the man upstairs

[Chorus 1]

Cause I’m in motherfucking beast mode

Beast mode, homie I’m in beast mode

(Know who I am) beast mode

[Verse 2: Logic]

Yeah, yeah, fuck a black, brown, yellow or white it’s about unity

While the media tryna twist my words, for the opportunity to ruin me

Fuck ‘em all, bitch, I’m still doing me

It’s you and me on the record I’ll detect it like an infected nervous system

I never miss, I murder my mission as the rendition I listen while my chain glisten

I’mma get it like the world is ended dependent only if it’s intended defendin' my mind

In the way I rhyme so I’m sending in

The best of the best, no never the less I never digress I just keep it moving

Finger fuck who ain’t on improving we finally grooving

On the way no way to remove them

We constantly improving yeah through rejuvenation

I said juveniles run the nation come now fuck your occupation

A revelation I’m facing, more secretive than a mason

It look like we neck and neck but I’m far from adjacent

I come so far from that basement

They look at me and know I'm in beast mode

[Chorus 2]

I’m in beast mode

(Then it’s game time) beast mode

(I’m a beast) I’m in beast mode

(Know who I am)beast mode

(I’m, I’m in the zone for realer)

(Then it’s game time) beast mode

(I’m a beast) I’m in beast mode

(Know who I am)beast mode

[Outro: Royce Da 5'9]

5, 5’9, 5, 5’9

5’9, 5, 5’9, 5, 5, 5’9

5, 5’9, beast mode


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