Timbo King - United We Slam lyrics

[Timbo King] United We Slam, here comes the people with the rough sh** The tough sh**, yeah we got enough sh** Rugged and real real rhymes, wrecking the rap scene No playing or joking we got you open like a crack fiend Here's the scripture, rhymes built to get ya Put up ya knucks, we don't give a f** who's with ya Knock it off, hear the 45 pop it off Time time for all you punks to crackin soft Hoody masacre, fasten your seat belt Can't handle the mic tonight cuz you might need help Nasty Mac, matter of fact McNasty, cla**ical cla**y Ooohh the sound of jazzy Rough raw the rowdy rapper with an attitude Spark tracks are all that ya sh** is radical Mic slayer, upon the stage it's war time Ever since birth I took turf, I was born to rhym Tap tap check the sounds of blackness Sit back relax, gonna show you what rap is [Chorus] Slam United we fall, United we slam United we fall, United we slam United we fall, United we slam United we fall [Timbo King] United we slam Jams are getting better and better, doing shows out in Baruda You get played like a sax to a tuba Who's next to flex let 'em speak up We at the peoples charged we living large Life a 54 D Cup basket case, flow at faster pace Call me ??????, cuz I'mma slash ya face Wild wrecking from the Wild Wild West We credit from the 'ems who the best, we the best yes Stack the dough up time for us to blow up Comp get stomped ya rap crew didn't show up Cuz we stalk New York to walk when you see us coming The phatter the track, the badder the wack the steady stunnin Tap tap soc check the sounds of the blackness Sit back relax we gonna show you what rap is Chorus [Timbo King] United we slam, you can't stop the power of the peoples k** the silly willy cuz we firing and a phillie equals Lyrical mania, nobody could come off better Never say never, cuz we slammin all together Mouth to mic madness, it's time to let the light glow Musical masterpiece, release the hype flow Buckwild we living foul, like Rikers Isle Pa** through 12th sleds word to mother you know the style Cold blooded rap a**a**in terrorist Leave it up to us, only us, we taking care of this I got the sk**s when it comes to a mic device You say it twice, mic device, get it, I'm nice Tap tap so check the sounds of blackness Sit back relax we gonna show you what rap is Chorus