 I used to cop a lot, went up a cop, no drop. Hold mics like ponytails tight and bobble ops. Stop, stick around, come through and dig the sound of the fly brown 606 old psycho who throw cheek around. Bound to go three plat, came to destroy rap. It's an intricate plot of a b-boy strat. Fem stat cats get kidnapped. Then release a statement to the press, let the rest know who did that. Metal fist terrorists claim responsibility. Broken household ain't usually set in hostility.