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voss - get busier lyrics

first off, where my throne at? call me your majesty
y’all are some daiquiris, voss is some cognac
don’t act like you ain’t heard
i make words my bullets, look it, i ain’t gotta tote gats
it’s a known fact, i’m rawer than butcher shops
use more brute force than a crooked cop
word to amadu, do what i gotta do
start stompin’ you like “who you tryna bring drama to?!?”
mama knew i was a problem
when my saliva had pacifiers dissolvin’
i ain’t the one to test, paw
take a chill pill ‘fore i make your grill my stress ball
yes y’all, i’ll turn ya brains to sauce
you sweet as candy and i’m breaking jaws, yeah
the baddest m-th-f-cka that your ever came across
goes by the name of voss, goddammit i…

[hook 8x]
“get busy y’all”

[reese]
lemme take a second now to preach to y’all
got a mindset deep in thought, it’s a rhymefest
brand new project, pen and a pad
notebook, the spine crack when i’m bending it back
i’m like mayweather on the medicine bag
a swift dip to the left then i send ’em a jab
my mental capacity is so deep
that i can touch bottom when i’m up sh-t’s creek
my sixteens and thirty two’s will murder you, stone dead
everybody “sick” and they “fly”, f-ck a bird flu
what do germs do? parasites
that feed off of stereotypes, when you the stereo type
and in the air of the night, i feel ghosts afloat
oh yeah…cold hearts is shivering, mozart delivery
cl-ssic material, top tier, imperial
something like a lyrical god, i know you fearin’ me!

[hook 8x]

[voss and reese]
who let the dogs off the leash? call the police
it’s voss and it’s reese, we the rawest with speech
y’all wanna beef with the filet mignon?
the prime cuts, rise up, get away, get gone!

best believe you dead wrong if you think you on the level we on
a king to a p-wn, i’m checkin’ out ya mate
i’m in tip-top shape, hip-hop’s savior
talent by the layers till i’m grey in the face

stay in ya place! slow ya role
young man with an older soul, turn ya career to a smoking hole
murk ya future, the perfect shooter
character -ss-ssin, each verse is a ruger

i say off the wall sh-t that’ll burn ya medulla
your mind ain’t right…when me and voss write
we the boss type, man we stay presidential
me and hip-hop is facebook official
b-tch you know we get busy!

[hook 8x]

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