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the levels the level's good
here i am standing in my beat going stance i got my name here bruns dot leg of my pants i got my
411s and my kangaroo on Bamboo earrings and my bangles on
Yeah, road up, the girl look good I'm a 80, baby, paid it for, look at my
road chain Now check my belt buckle, put my gazelles
on my eyes and I'm looking for trouble I need a soldier to stack in them tack
And we can't even talk if we can't fit a magnum
I'm fresh to death when it comes to fashion See, I switched up to my 8 -ball jacket
And my band -aids, I'm stopping traffic Baby, not for nothing, I'm a walking accident
they catch a whip splash every time I pass And it's time for some, time for some, time
for some Bring your guns in and out for long
Remy Mize on the microphone Yeah, yeah
The levels, the levels, the levels is good The levels is good, the levels is good
Bring your guns in and out for long Remy Mize on the microphone
Yeah, the levels, the levels, the levels is good
The levels is good, the levels is good
You hearin' me on the rock, how hard is that?
I'm from the BX, Broadway, it started at
We had jams in the park, the disco
Everybody smokin' sip the Cisco
Two turntables and a microphone, full throttle
I pull up in a Alfa Romeo Milano
System bangin', drivin' reckless
Like I don't give a f**k about my BDS
Yo, check this
I hops out with my ass cheeks showin' through my sword
The Packers only got one chance to make a first impression
Spit like Big Pun and K .R .S. one mix
My flow sick, but it's more than rappin'
Gross chick try to front, gross chick I'm smackin' on some Redmen
I ain't laughin', it's time for the, time for the, time for the
Bring your guns and your knives along
Bring me my's on the microphone
The levels, the levels, the levels is good
The levels is good, the levels is good
Bring your guns and your knives along
Bring me my's on the microphone
The levels, the levels, the levels is good
The levels is good, the levels is good
Big Ben from the boondockin'
I'm like, all I really need is my boondockin'
When we get it poppin', I'm doin' the whoppin'
He's one two stackin' like it ain't no stoppin'
All the fellas sayin', all the ladies sayin'
Yeah, MC move the crowd
My monkey go fresh to death, Coachella
And I'm slippin' on Z -Boys
And it's Friday night and I just got paid
I ain't dressed up for nothin', I'm tryin' to get laid
I'm tryin' to get shorty over there with the fade
By the end of the night to say my name
It's all in my face
And I'm really feelin' like I'm a star on stage
Flashin', everybody pulled
Cause it's about time for some
Bring your guns and your knives along
Bring me my's on the microphone
The levels, the levels, the levels is good
The levels is good, the levels is good
Bring your guns and your knives along
Bring me my's on the microphone
The levels, the levels, the levels is good
The levels is good, the levels is good
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