No Escapin' This

No escaping this
 Oh, oh, oh! 2 G's mother, uh!
 The Beatnuts y'all, uh!
 Uh, oh! Juju, Psycho Les, uh, oh!
 Turn it out oh, oh my god oh!
 Oh-oh, it's the hardcore b-boy shit!
 Hard to the core motherfucker, no keyboard shit!
 Aiyyo the Nuts landed, so pack it up
 Pass the mic to big Psych, the manufacturer
 The architect, bringing you the art of wreck
 You used to hate my click, now you want a part of it
 We coming with more hits that funk like Parliament
 Comparing me to another's going to lead to an argument
 The heat we fry you with, straight from the armory
 Guerilla army, we kill tracks in harmony
 My Nut orchestra blowing fuses
 Your amp can't hold this music, it's booming
 I'm in my truck cruising, 97 tuned in
 The latest news is the Nuts new album is ruling
 Y'all vs the Nuts, you have a big chance of losing
 (There's no escaping this) or confronting the union
 So stop fooling yourself, and feel these Nuts
 'Cause (no one's ready to deal with us) what?
 (No escaping this)
 (No escaping this) (world wide)
 (No escaping this)
 No one's ready to deal with us
 Don't be humble, it's better to pull
 Belive you eligible, get left like a vegetable
 Man it's crazy and there's no escape
 It's turned into a police state
 The average cat don't even know his fate
 Walking 'round like he hurting something
 And there's nothing that he got to say that's even worth discussing
 Listen to me, it's better to be
 Lying dead with honor, soldier, than to never be free
 Young niggas out here losing they dads
 In the battle of the son of the fags
 Every other country burning the flag
 Don't let history repeat itself
 That's how the devil plan to keep his wealth and feed himself
 I'm the New York power hitter
 Hit the devil in the fucking shitter
 Take his manhood and all his glitter
 Got guns ready to bust
 No one's ready to deal with us
 (No escaping this)
 (No escaping this)
 (No escaping this)
 (No escaping this)
 (No escaping this)
 (No escaping this)
 (No escaping this)
 No one's ready to deal with us
 Can't get away, there's no escaping this!
 Surrender now, come out with your hands in the air
 Oh, no! turn it out oh!
 Oh my God oh! turn it out oh!
 Oh my God oh! turn it out oh!
 Oh my God oh! turn it out oh!
 Oh my God oh! turn it out oh!
 Juju, rockin' on rockin' on
 Psycho Les, rockin' on, rockin' on
 Psycho Les, rockin' on, rockin' on
 Psycho Les, rockin' on, rockin' on
 Psycho Les, rockin' on, rockin' on
 Corona in the house (throw your hands up!)
 Corona in the house (throw your hands up!)
 Corona in the house (throw your hands up!)
 Corona in the house (throw your hands up!)
 Corona in the house (throw your hands up!)
 Ay yo, it's your late night voice
 We gonna pay some bills but we'll be right back to you with some new stuff
 Tonight at Club Pinky's
 Performing their new smash hit Te Rompo El Culo
 It's the Beatnuts, yes the Beatnuts
 First five hundred chicks get in free
 Niggas 40 dollars before twelve, 10 dollars after
 Club Pinky's, located at 248 East 34th street, Manhattan
 Doors open at 6 PM, free chicken juice from 10 to 10:10 PM
 No point in Harvard shoes, tie-dye smokes or shirts or tucked in sweaters
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