A hundred years of music you said it Unc last name is Record huh
Mack introduced where we get it from still here through eugenics run
I got a mission inside of my quotes inside of my soul l am the chronicle
We had a fix I for got about broke when I was seven or six It was fire no smoke
Record don't mean repeater you need people like me to be there
Sun no beater the city where the warm don t leave us
The truth yea tonight might need that Rome where the tree at
The light yeah you know I got it ID invalid tell the judge catch me in traffic
The youth change what adults practice you had a name don't end up past tense
Chi-town built me a champion not on my own but its all in my ambience
Pound for pound boy you never did stand a chance
Got you up outta here before God scaled his sins
Call him a prodigy odds against his parents yea
Fear me knock you down fear me getting up I must be the one ate your toughest punch
Scars blood and cuts balls and guts we are what it takes against a world corrupt
No black or no green card only thing illegal is them dreaming for us
Black pres white house still field boys shouts for all the Gods behind steel doors
Tell us what we can't do and we still doin it no major no savior
No mistaken here some prey and tell some wish to see me fold
I'll never ask for your help I'll get it myself no pounds but bodies that fall
You ain't eat off that floor why you ain't claiming that fork
A note to cops you kilt kids of ours and you ain't say what for
We started off with out a pot to piss we never really afforded this
I'd march to school without the Jordan kicks so many tantrum kids yea but we live
Singing a song as the ship deploy die a captain started off a filthy boy
We posted the block a note to cop we lookin for some smoke to cop
Where we come from yea wasn't huts and condoms yea slave work and dungeons
As hood as the trophy of the boy who coached me o n e y'all know we
Wasn't supposed to make it this far a prodigy makes it
Was supposed to make you a God your mind debate this
School of F E F family eat first
All that challenge shit over with
Ain't no more debate
Madw Record Xi - The Debate (The Archai) Lyrics
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A hundred years of music you said it Unc last name is Record huh
Mack introduced where we get it from still here through eugenics run
I got a mission inside of my quotes inside of my soul l am the chronicle
We had a fix I for got about broke when I was seven or six It was fire no smoke
Record don't mean repeater you need people like me to be there
Sun no beater the city where the warm don t leave us
The truth yea tonight might need that Rome where the tree at
The light yeah you know I got it ID invalid tell the judge catch me in traffic
The youth change what adults practice you had a name don't end up past tense
Chi-town built me a champion not on my own but its all in my ambience
Pound for pound boy you never did stand a chance
Got you up outta here before God scaled his sins
Call him a prodigy odds against his parents yea
Fear me knock you down fear me getting up I must be the one ate your toughest punch
Scars blood and cuts balls and guts we are what it takes against a world corrupt
No black or no green card only thing illegal is them dreaming for us
Black pres white house still field boys shouts for all the Gods behind steel doors
Tell us what we can't do and we still doin it no major no savior
No mistaken here some prey and tell some wish to see me fold
I'll never ask for your help I'll get it myself no pounds but bodies that fall
You ain't eat off that floor why you ain't claiming that fork
A note to cops you kilt kids of ours and you ain't say what for
We started off with out a pot to piss we never really afforded this
I'd march to school without the Jordan kicks so many tantrum kids yea but we live
Singing a song as the ship deploy die a captain started off a filthy boy
We posted the block a note to cop we lookin for some smoke to cop
Where we come from yea wasn't huts and condoms yea slave work and dungeons
As hood as the trophy of the boy who coached me o n e y'all know we
Wasn't supposed to make it this far a prodigy makes it
Was supposed to make you a God your mind debate this
School of F E F family eat first
All that challenge shit over with
Ain't no more debate
Mack introduced where we get it from still here through eugenics run
I got a mission inside of my quotes inside of my soul l am the chronicle
We had a fix I for got about broke when I was seven or six It was fire no smoke
Record don't mean repeater you need people like me to be there
Sun no beater the city where the warm don t leave us
The truth yea tonight might need that Rome where the tree at
The light yeah you know I got it ID invalid tell the judge catch me in traffic
The youth change what adults practice you had a name don't end up past tense
Chi-town built me a champion not on my own but its all in my ambience
Pound for pound boy you never did stand a chance
Got you up outta here before God scaled his sins
Call him a prodigy odds against his parents yea
Fear me knock you down fear me getting up I must be the one ate your toughest punch
Scars blood and cuts balls and guts we are what it takes against a world corrupt
No black or no green card only thing illegal is them dreaming for us
Black pres white house still field boys shouts for all the Gods behind steel doors
Tell us what we can't do and we still doin it no major no savior
No mistaken here some prey and tell some wish to see me fold
I'll never ask for your help I'll get it myself no pounds but bodies that fall
You ain't eat off that floor why you ain't claiming that fork
A note to cops you kilt kids of ours and you ain't say what for
We started off with out a pot to piss we never really afforded this
I'd march to school without the Jordan kicks so many tantrum kids yea but we live
Singing a song as the ship deploy die a captain started off a filthy boy
We posted the block a note to cop we lookin for some smoke to cop
Where we come from yea wasn't huts and condoms yea slave work and dungeons
As hood as the trophy of the boy who coached me o n e y'all know we
Wasn't supposed to make it this far a prodigy makes it
Was supposed to make you a God your mind debate this
School of F E F family eat first
All that challenge shit over with
Ain't no more debate
Writer: Madw Xi
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