Fuck Wit A Boss

Think they made it, how much further will you go?
Formulating with a patience, who's gonna break it, lock and load
Like a rocket to a comet, hit with a missile, it's a show
Supersonic, you're moronic like a kid who didn't know

Thinkin' you what? Thinkin' you what? Think you the boss huh?
Top of the food chain while you at the bottom with no one to feed yuh
Shut the fuck up and just pass me the beat so the beast can eat yuh
Talkin' that talk, talkin' that talk but you never walkin' the walk yuh

Up to something like I'm summoning a soul
Never listen to them bitches, come with a fix for something old
Get a peek at what I'm seeing, it's a brand new episode
On the basis of grenades and you're gonna hate it when it blow

But I'm keepin' up my Mystique
I keep my shades on
Know they ain't no friend of me
So I cut these chains off

I can tell they played out
They got the same sound
I can tell you played out
You got that same sound



Credits
Writer(s): Joe Avicolli
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