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Strong

Strong

(album: The Under Classmen - 2010)

[Intro:]
Yeah

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Uh, I'm rolling up, steady blazing good
With more bars than an Irish neighborhood
You wanna step, I wouldn't say you should
So homie, step aside, I got 'em petrified
I run circles around rappers for exercise
I got the best supplies, puff puff passing it
Rapping it immaculate, on point, accurate
Passionate, every last technique I mastered it
So I'm ready for war, Montagues and Capulets
But this ain't Shakespeare, I've been rapping for more than eight years
Eleven in fact, homie so stay clear
These new rappers think they can see me with a sentence
So I call 'em out, like a teacher doing attendance
I'm nobody's apprentice, I learned it all from practice
I knew in sixth grade that I be following this rap shit
And back then Webby killed it with rhyme
Giving listeners goosebumps like I'm R. L. Stein
Grind!

[Chorus: x2]
So strong on the mic
Armed for a fight
Never seen somebody go this fucking hard in ya life

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
You see I used to bag O's like General Mills
Now I'm on a paper chase for those federal bills
Cop kush in large quantity, never seen me buy a gram
Hard body like Downey Jr. in Iron Man
I'm a war machine, smoother than Aquaform
Killing 'em like Aries, I'm the God of war
Got some Gabogool Macaroni meatball
Italiano's on the mic until the beat stalls
I make 'em freefall, don't need a parachute
I'm going in with a suit of armor and a pair of boots
I'm no Bear Jew but Webby will scare you
Every ligament I'm gonna tear you, there you
Go, try to outdo me, how dare yo
I blow 'em out like a Jersey Shore hairdo
I spit it dope of course, let me hold the torch
Enough power inside me to battle Voldemort

[Chorus: x2]
So strong on the mic
Armed for a fight
Never seen somebody go this fucking hard in ya life

[Verse 3: D. Lector]
I'm high up in the clouds and I'm hiding in the NASA spacecraft
With a pint of gin, product of my environment
Writing with the eye of the tiger and I've been rhyming since
Well, before my first Flintstone vitamin
Leave you lying in a bloody mess like Tiny Tim
Legs dangling like snapped strings on a violin
Tatted like Iverson, Klonopin's colliding in
My stomach full of JD, Vicodin and Heineken
King of pop, I caught his rifle, MJ is frightening
So beat it, or get jacked son, don't make me bring Michael in
Fucked up, I might have been, shut up, you're lighter than a lighter
I sound like a muscle car idling
Fucking nasty, raspy as Ras Kass combined with Cannabis
Mixed with white trash and hasheesh
A dog like Lassie, the type to fuck Mary Kate
Raw in the ass and pass the camera to Ashley

[Chorus: x3]
So strong on the mic
Armed for a fight
Never seen somebody go this fucking hard in ya life

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