Loop Troop - Musical Stampede lyrics

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Whatever I say over the beat it's a hit cus it's hot./ However I sound better believe that it's hip to the hop./ However you feel all my peops just lick off a shot./ Whatever you do Embee make sure the shit don't stop…

It's murder on the dance floor. Call the paramedics!/

Right now, or you won't live to regret it./

Outline the whole crowd in chalk when I spit talk./

Slidin' through all the blood like a crip walk./

Yeah, a lame ass metaphor,/

but say it better or shut the fuck up,/

cus like my man said: It's all about who kicks the lamest shit,/

and gets away with it. Fool./

In this rap I'm all about havin' some fun with it,/

and burn till there's no return like capital punishment./

Promoe - on your FM dial,/

with Looptroop - mother effin' styles./

From Sweden. Bleedin' all over the cut./

Female emcees I spread semen all over your butt,/

male emcees I knock out screamin' over you: What?/

You must be dreamin' thinkin' you can fuck/

with the Promoe - ahead of all heads,/

the Promoe - a dread among bald heads./

With more hair and beard than you bargained for./

Don't f around cus my squad is raw./

It's Looptroop - the click is full proof./

Looptroop - too thick to shoot through./

Bullets bouncin' off the boulevard to the beat./

With my heart to the street man I'm hard to defeat./

Without Embee you ain't fuckin' with me./

Without 10 G's you ain't fuckin' with him./

Without him - no hits - you ain't makin' a fuckin' cent,/

so fuckin' with us don't make no motherfuckin' sense motherfucker!

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This goes out to all of those who been oppressed for too long/

and don't know where they belong./

This goes out to all my people who had enough/

of the chains and handcuffs./ (x2)

Alright we're smaller than you but we're more than you,/

so we move faster, eat you whole before you shoot yo./

No time to gaze, bun them evil acts they do./

They know my face so run before they catch you too./

You don't want that, trust me, I've been to hell and back/

but if you get caught remember to tell them that/

this music don't back for nobody, retreat for nothin´/

cus it's the pulse of all the people strugglin´/

The lifeline for the hopeless, the eyes of the blind,/

the underworld communication of our time/

so rise and shine, they can't eliminate the messages./

Even if they kill us can't get us cus…

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Embee did it again! - Haters no like/

but they gotta bounce to it cus the show´s so tight/

Turn up the volume ´til the beat make the vinyl skip!/

No funny binniz, I repeat, we ain`t signing shit!/

Schlooks stay young and angry, horny, hungry, drunk and high/

sex junkies now.. /

But I, don´t want no medecine, want you to let me in/

mamita call him, tell him that you found a better friend!/

Your moms recommend, - You stay away from them!/

But I don´t blame you for kickin it with the champion./

From the dragons den - Waxkabinetten!/

Spit fire at your management and tying up your president./

I represent DVSG´z, cop any previous release,/

and recognize game, we feeding the streets/

that musical stampede, follow my lead,/

put your fist up in the air, and let em know who we be!

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