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[Cuts: DJ Therapy aka Paten Locke]
Huh-ha!!!!
[Verse 1: Akrobatik]
Iâm throwinâ off your hand-eye co-ordination
Now your modus operandi is subordination
Niggas notice how my band flies across the nation
Masta Ace, Edo, and I â the coronation
Radio guys: really, how can I support the station
They only play music from dudes who can afford to pay them
Fuck that â Iâm storminâ through with different forms of mayhem
Whether youâre sleeping in, or steppinâ to the A.M
Y'all rap niggas is hysterical
Thatâs why weâre coming through to break down the walls like Chris Jericho
You turn blue like varicose veins
Soon as I shoot this convoluted venom dose to your brain (my nigga)
Yeah, and as your system shuts down
You recognize this is how the dope shit must sound
Iâm from New England, so you know when I touch down
Iâm in the spot with legends, and weâre tearing shit the fuck down
[Hook]
All for one, one for all
You ready for the brawl, we answerinâ the call
Thereâs only three of us, and 300 of yâall
But we cominâ with the battering ram to break the walls
[Cuts: DJ Therapy aka Paten Locke]
One for all, and all for one
All for one, and one for all
One for all, and all for one
One, One, One, Huh-haaa!!!
[Verse 2: Edo G.]
Edo, Ace. Akro â bold, not bashful
King of the castle, stop your ride, break your axle
Break the shackle of the rascals with wack flow
The baldy, dread, and afro â we assholes
Youâre the wrong groups hypeman
Unexcitinâ, Nazi â Adolf Eichmann
Fightinâ the enlighteninâ, the bottle of lightningâ
Encitin', no bitinâ have you rappers re-writinâ
Fuck conservatives and liberalism
Never been forgivinâ, âcuz I am the rhythm
Fuck Illuminati and the symbolism
Free your mind, homie, from the mental prison â ay!
I been cocky, hip-hop hierarchy
Ak been marinating just like teriyaki
We donât die â you canât kill Rocky
Love DJâs, but hate Disc Jockeys
[Hook]
All for one, one for all
You ready for the brawl, we answerinâ the call
Thereâs only three of us, and 300 of yâall
But we cominâ with the battering ram to break the walls
[Cuts: DJ Therapy aka Paten Locke]
One for all, and all for one
All for one, and one for all
One for all, and all for one
One, One, One, Huh!
Listen â every verse that I spit, be on some personal shit
Iâmma be cursinâ every person you with
Man, Iâm just trying to urge you to quit while youâre behind
âCuz before you ahead, you gonâ be dead or lose your mind
You ainât verbally fit for the Fantastic Three â Ace, Ed, Ak
Send you back to hell in a handbasket
So beware â we go all out like a street fair
You speak out, and get stretched out like a beach chair
Donât be quick to be looking to claim a victory
âCuz we swear â thereâs all kinds of defeat here
Now be clear, âcuz itâs all painfully obvious
This ainât a game, and our main aim is to body this
Any jerk, saying he lyrically do work
Ainât worth shit, and his workmanship is the shoddiest
This ainât a party, itâs somethinâ closer to Mardi Gras
We look at yâall and laugh at yâall, like âhardy harâ
[Cuts: DJ Therapy aka Paten Locke]
One for all, and all for one
All for one, and one for all
One for all, and all for one
One, One, One, Huh-haaa!!!