Set It Off
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โฑ๏ธ 4:09 duration
๐ ID: 25868311
๐ Lyrics
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Stop frontin' on the grounds, we want it so bad
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Inhale, break beats, yeah, we want it so bad
Set it off
We 24/7 just like a bail-bonder
To spit a verse out quicker than a male llama
You should hail honor, like a ale sponsor
You the type of cat that probably smoke stale ganja
The break beaters who make heaters the gate keepers
Base breaches, crate seekers with eight speakers
Great teachers who date divas and scrape visas
Fake reaches with more pull than ape tweezers
And to you wack rappers, and you track jackers
I have you headin' for the hills like some backpackers
With a canteen, and some hand cream
And some rice on the side and some canned beans
I'm the best out, and you the stressed out
I never worry like a dread in a cess drought
This a death bout, I rip your mesh blouse
And twist your cap back just like a fresh style
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Stop frontin' on the grounds, we want it so bad
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Inhale, break beats, yeah, we want it so bad
Set it off
I set it off cause I can get it off my chest
And gives a fuck if you get offended in the process
Unapologetic, etch grooves across a record
Hands off his wallet, DJ pocket protector
The calm collected song director
Beats slam like dominos, DT the phone collector
Niggas lost for treasure so they get buried with it
Every minute of my life got a force carried with it
Very different, from your average emcee
In a sense that my art form doesn't define me
I don't follow blindly, eyes all the way open
Even if they look closed from a night full of smokin'
With my dudes, Ebenezer Matthews
We do more with the rap than admire each other's shoes
The unstoppable, they style not optional
When I can switch the pace up dependin' on the obstacle
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Stop frontin' on the grounds, we want it so bad
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Inhale, break beats, yeah, we want it so bad
Set it off
Suckers wanna battle, I fight real monsters in real life
Got real skills so when I do it it's real tight
A father to my son and I got a real wife
In other words, sucker, I got a real life
With real problems, and you never been considered
I got out and grinded while you sat home and twittered
'Bout this one and that one, who can really rap son
Run up on me with that backpack shit I'll smack one
Of you ho-ass niggas, no dough-ass niggas
Come to the show hope you can get in at the door-ass niggas
Complainin' bout Atlanta got no flow-ass niggas
With a bunch of hard legs, ho-mo' ass niggas
I been doin' this since four tracks with Jackson Bankers
From the Mitchell Street crew, man I rap with thinkers
Visionary brothers, and hard-headed hustlers
I'm universal but, I don't fuck with no suckers
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Stop frontin' on the grounds, we want it so bad
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Inhale, break beats, yeah, we want it so bad
Set it off
Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Stop frontin' on the grounds, we want it so bad
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Inhale, break beats, yeah, we want it so bad
Set it off
We 24/7 just like a bail-bonder
To spit a verse out quicker than a male llama
You should hail honor, like a ale sponsor
You the type of cat that probably smoke stale ganja
The break beaters who make heaters the gate keepers
Base breaches, crate seekers with eight speakers
Great teachers who date divas and scrape visas
Fake reaches with more pull than ape tweezers
And to you wack rappers, and you track jackers
I have you headin' for the hills like some backpackers
With a canteen, and some hand cream
And some rice on the side and some canned beans
I'm the best out, and you the stressed out
I never worry like a dread in a cess drought
This a death bout, I rip your mesh blouse
And twist your cap back just like a fresh style
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Stop frontin' on the grounds, we want it so bad
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Inhale, break beats, yeah, we want it so bad
Set it off
I set it off cause I can get it off my chest
And gives a fuck if you get offended in the process
Unapologetic, etch grooves across a record
Hands off his wallet, DJ pocket protector
The calm collected song director
Beats slam like dominos, DT the phone collector
Niggas lost for treasure so they get buried with it
Every minute of my life got a force carried with it
Very different, from your average emcee
In a sense that my art form doesn't define me
I don't follow blindly, eyes all the way open
Even if they look closed from a night full of smokin'
With my dudes, Ebenezer Matthews
We do more with the rap than admire each other's shoes
The unstoppable, they style not optional
When I can switch the pace up dependin' on the obstacle
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Stop frontin' on the grounds, we want it so bad
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Inhale, break beats, yeah, we want it so bad
Set it off
Suckers wanna battle, I fight real monsters in real life
Got real skills so when I do it it's real tight
A father to my son and I got a real wife
In other words, sucker, I got a real life
With real problems, and you never been considered
I got out and grinded while you sat home and twittered
'Bout this one and that one, who can really rap son
Run up on me with that backpack shit I'll smack one
Of you ho-ass niggas, no dough-ass niggas
Come to the show hope you can get in at the door-ass niggas
Complainin' bout Atlanta got no flow-ass niggas
With a bunch of hard legs, ho-mo' ass niggas
I been doin' this since four tracks with Jackson Bankers
From the Mitchell Street crew, man I rap with thinkers
Visionary brothers, and hard-headed hustlers
I'm universal but, I don't fuck with no suckers
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Stop frontin' on the grounds, we want it so bad
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Inhale, break beats, yeah, we want it so bad
Set it off
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.12] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[00:03.74] Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
[00:06.40] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[00:09.04] Stop frontin' on the grounds, we want it so bad
[00:11.82] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[00:14.47] Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
[00:17.02] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[00:19.83] Inhale, break beats, yeah, we want it so bad
[00:22.42] Set it off
[00:23.13] We 24/7 just like a bail-bonder
[00:25.71] To spit a verse out quicker than a male llama
[00:28.44] You should hail honor, like a ale sponsor
[00:31.18] You the type of cat that probably smoke stale ganja
[00:33.70] The break beaters who make heaters the gate keepers
[00:36.48] Base breaches, crate seekers with eight speakers
[00:39.18] Great teachers who date divas and scrape visas
[00:41.85] Fake reaches with more pull than ape tweezers
[00:44.34] And to you wack rappers, and you track jackers
[00:47.09] I have you headin' for the hills like some backpackers
[00:49.84] With a canteen, and some hand cream
[00:52.41] And some rice on the side and some canned beans
[00:55.19] I'm the best out, and you the stressed out
[00:57.65] I never worry like a dread in a cess drought
[01:00.32] This a death bout, I rip your mesh blouse
[01:02.82] And twist your cap back just like a fresh style
[01:05.14] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[01:07.78] Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
[01:10.44] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[01:13.08] Stop frontin' on the grounds, we want it so bad
[01:15.74] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[01:18.34] Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
[01:21.09] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[01:23.89] Inhale, break beats, yeah, we want it so bad
[01:26.45] Set it off
[01:27.04] I set it off cause I can get it off my chest
[01:29.11] And gives a fuck if you get offended in the process
[01:31.93] Unapologetic, etch grooves across a record
[01:34.86] Hands off his wallet, DJ pocket protector
[01:37.55] The calm collected song director
[01:39.75] Beats slam like dominos, DT the phone collector
[01:42.70] Niggas lost for treasure so they get buried with it
[01:45.36] Every minute of my life got a force carried with it
[01:47.80] Very different, from your average emcee
[01:50.59] In a sense that my art form doesn't define me
[01:53.36] I don't follow blindly, eyes all the way open
[01:55.98] Even if they look closed from a night full of smokin'
[01:59.07] With my dudes, Ebenezer Matthews
[02:01.12] We do more with the rap than admire each other's shoes
[02:04.32] The unstoppable, they style not optional
[02:06.67] When I can switch the pace up dependin' on the obstacle
[02:09.06] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[02:11.74] Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
[02:14.46] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[02:17.01] Stop frontin' on the grounds, we want it so bad
[02:19.86] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[02:22.48] Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
[02:25.06] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[02:27.85] Inhale, break beats, yeah, we want it so bad
[02:30.33] Set it off
[02:30.74] Suckers wanna battle, I fight real monsters in real life
[02:33.11] Got real skills so when I do it it's real tight
[02:35.88] A father to my son and I got a real wife
[02:38.64] In other words, sucker, I got a real life
[02:41.20] With real problems, and you never been considered
[02:43.93] I got out and grinded while you sat home and twittered
[02:46.48] 'Bout this one and that one, who can really rap son
[02:49.41] Run up on me with that backpack shit I'll smack one
[02:51.86] Of you ho-ass niggas, no dough-ass niggas
[02:54.25] Come to the show hope you can get in at the door-ass niggas
[02:57.16] Complainin' bout Atlanta got no flow-ass niggas
[02:59.72] With a bunch of hard legs, ho-mo' ass niggas
[03:02.45] I been doin' this since four tracks with Jackson Bankers
[03:05.13] From the Mitchell Street crew, man I rap with thinkers
[03:07.92] Visionary brothers, and hard-headed hustlers
[03:10.54] I'm universal but, I don't fuck with no suckers
[03:13.10] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[03:15.70] Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
[03:23.71] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[03:42.42] Stop frontin' on the grounds, we want it so bad
[03:45.13] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[03:47.79] Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
[03:50.48] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[03:53.17] Inhale, break beats, yeah, we want it so bad
[03:55.85] Set it off
[04:09.20]
[00:03.74] Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
[00:06.40] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[00:09.04] Stop frontin' on the grounds, we want it so bad
[00:11.82] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[00:14.47] Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
[00:17.02] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[00:19.83] Inhale, break beats, yeah, we want it so bad
[00:22.42] Set it off
[00:23.13] We 24/7 just like a bail-bonder
[00:25.71] To spit a verse out quicker than a male llama
[00:28.44] You should hail honor, like a ale sponsor
[00:31.18] You the type of cat that probably smoke stale ganja
[00:33.70] The break beaters who make heaters the gate keepers
[00:36.48] Base breaches, crate seekers with eight speakers
[00:39.18] Great teachers who date divas and scrape visas
[00:41.85] Fake reaches with more pull than ape tweezers
[00:44.34] And to you wack rappers, and you track jackers
[00:47.09] I have you headin' for the hills like some backpackers
[00:49.84] With a canteen, and some hand cream
[00:52.41] And some rice on the side and some canned beans
[00:55.19] I'm the best out, and you the stressed out
[00:57.65] I never worry like a dread in a cess drought
[01:00.32] This a death bout, I rip your mesh blouse
[01:02.82] And twist your cap back just like a fresh style
[01:05.14] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[01:07.78] Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
[01:10.44] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[01:13.08] Stop frontin' on the grounds, we want it so bad
[01:15.74] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[01:18.34] Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
[01:21.09] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[01:23.89] Inhale, break beats, yeah, we want it so bad
[01:26.45] Set it off
[01:27.04] I set it off cause I can get it off my chest
[01:29.11] And gives a fuck if you get offended in the process
[01:31.93] Unapologetic, etch grooves across a record
[01:34.86] Hands off his wallet, DJ pocket protector
[01:37.55] The calm collected song director
[01:39.75] Beats slam like dominos, DT the phone collector
[01:42.70] Niggas lost for treasure so they get buried with it
[01:45.36] Every minute of my life got a force carried with it
[01:47.80] Very different, from your average emcee
[01:50.59] In a sense that my art form doesn't define me
[01:53.36] I don't follow blindly, eyes all the way open
[01:55.98] Even if they look closed from a night full of smokin'
[01:59.07] With my dudes, Ebenezer Matthews
[02:01.12] We do more with the rap than admire each other's shoes
[02:04.32] The unstoppable, they style not optional
[02:06.67] When I can switch the pace up dependin' on the obstacle
[02:09.06] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[02:11.74] Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
[02:14.46] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[02:17.01] Stop frontin' on the grounds, we want it so bad
[02:19.86] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[02:22.48] Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
[02:25.06] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[02:27.85] Inhale, break beats, yeah, we want it so bad
[02:30.33] Set it off
[02:30.74] Suckers wanna battle, I fight real monsters in real life
[02:33.11] Got real skills so when I do it it's real tight
[02:35.88] A father to my son and I got a real wife
[02:38.64] In other words, sucker, I got a real life
[02:41.20] With real problems, and you never been considered
[02:43.93] I got out and grinded while you sat home and twittered
[02:46.48] 'Bout this one and that one, who can really rap son
[02:49.41] Run up on me with that backpack shit I'll smack one
[02:51.86] Of you ho-ass niggas, no dough-ass niggas
[02:54.25] Come to the show hope you can get in at the door-ass niggas
[02:57.16] Complainin' bout Atlanta got no flow-ass niggas
[02:59.72] With a bunch of hard legs, ho-mo' ass niggas
[03:02.45] I been doin' this since four tracks with Jackson Bankers
[03:05.13] From the Mitchell Street crew, man I rap with thinkers
[03:07.92] Visionary brothers, and hard-headed hustlers
[03:10.54] I'm universal but, I don't fuck with no suckers
[03:13.10] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[03:15.70] Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
[03:23.71] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[03:42.42] Stop frontin' on the grounds, we want it so bad
[03:45.13] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[03:47.79] Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
[03:50.48] Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
[03:53.17] Inhale, break beats, yeah, we want it so bad
[03:55.85] Set it off
[04:09.20]