BeatBox (feat. Mr.MovieOnn) [Remix] - TwoK's

Django eh eh Django eh eh You're a good soldier Choosing your battles Pick yourself up and dust yourself off and back in the saddle You're on the front line Everyone's watching You know it's serious we're getting closer, this isn't over The pressure is on You feel it But you've got it all Believe it So when you fall get up oh oh And if you fall get up eh eh Tsamina mina zangalewa This time for Africa Tsamina mina, eh eh Waka waka, eh eh Tsamina mina zangalewa Anawa a a Tsamina mina, eh eh Waka waka, eh eh Tsamina mina zangalewa This time for Africa Listen to your God This is our motto Your time to shine don't wait in line y vamos por todo People are raising Their expectations Go on and feed them this is your moment no hesitations Today's the day I feel it You paved the way Believe it If you get down get up oh oh When you get down get up eh eh Tsamina mina zangalewa This time for Africa Tsamina mina eh eh Waka waka eh eh Tsamina mina zangalewa Anawa aa Tsamina mina eh eh Waka waka eh eh Tsamina mina zangalewa This time for Africa Ame la mejole biggi biggi mubbo wa A to Z Asi tsu zala makyuni biggi biggi mubbo from East to West Asi waga waga ma eh eh waga waga ma eh eh Tsamina mina zangalewa 'cause this is Africa Tsamina mina, eh eh Waka waka, eh eh Tsamina mina, Anawa a a Tsamina mina, eh eh Waka waka, eh eh Tsamina mina, Anawa a a Tsamina mina, eh eh Waka waka, eh eh Tsamina mina, Anawa a a Tsamina mina, eh eh Waka waka, eh eh Tsamina mina, Anawa a a Tsamina mina, eh eh Waka waka, eh eh Tsamina mina, Anawa a a Tsamina mina, eh eh Waka waka, eh eh Tsamina mina, Anawa a a Tsamina mina, eh eh Waka waka, eh eh Tsamina mina zangalewa Anawa a a Tsamina mina, eh eh Waka waka, eh eh Tsamina mina zangalewa This time for Africa Tsamina mina, eh eh Waka waka, eh eh Tsamina mina zangalewa Anawa a a Tsamina mina, eh eh Waka waka, eh eh Tsamina mina zangalewa This time for Africa

Yo, yo, yo, yo Vendetta inside, swiftly start stabbin One second to meltdown, feel the twin cannons Burn, handgun herns, standin firm Return from mega-death, I'll tell you what's left Dilemma, Earth tremor, up by man With the Grand Canyon rap, U dynamic wingspan The Power from the Clan, yo, is more than fantastic Pull pins out the hazard, on this Battlestar Galactic' Skull tactic, sporatic, Asiatic, long awaited Son of Sam, mention the mic mutated You hated us, cuz we immortal on wax Rip the China White shit, flip a dynamite ax Shillac em perhaps, the heart pump an anti-toxin Feed me the Power, meteor shower when I'm boxin Professional vets, now comin through vexed I'm testin you vets, what you claimin that you best? The S on your chest, better stand for Super-stress And Leatha Face pressed, next, here to set you REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue I know how to part your medula, oblong gotta Test the rocket launcher, they'll get conquered By my block sponsers, monster Tonka truck ya The whole train conductor A hole in your spine, rip your stomach mothafucka Brotha suffer, my Dutch puff as sinister as the Feds Infrared, signin on the glock, splittin ya head Drippin wet from death threat messages I inject Intellect reflects worldwide over Internets Heart colder than Winter Fresh, chest smokin like incense Vets broken into the flesh, soakin in ya own mess Chrome bleds, some of the known best soldier vets Over cassette, you get smashed like crashed desert air shows Holdin ya breath, gaggin for a bit of oxygen Submission put a stop to men, reveal the foul document Lockin position, invision, adapt critical condition Pitiful you didn't listen, now we're spiritual blessin Viewer discretion advised, sabotage satellites Splatter guys, get ya food ate like I'm Big Mac and fries Trap nines in the thighs, symbolize real lives Instill a rocket fuck from the inside to the outside In ya mouth lied the barrel, subdue bone marrow Ya tone shadow, blown from high-explosive poem battles Dome smack, you live, projectiles effectin you Incredible new wave heart, blade sharp verses sexin you Claim professional, but I never met you Son I never forget you I slaughter foes when my particles wet you To the Rescue Professional vets, now comin through vexed I'm testin you vets, what you claimin that you best? The S on your chest, better stand for Super-Stress The Golden Arms pressed, next, here to set you REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue Slash hope, raw burnin, freezin thoughts are cold Ballistic missle lift off, now one behold My throat harden for Harlem, harness the volume With grief fallin on me in a breeze, the seas partin It's two men awesome, uncanny The handy man crook, the rap gank where every damn nook and cranny Plus four more opponents couldn't throw me, couldn't slam me I told you before, this is war, it's radical claw Menate the the law, practice my ambition Understand determination, plus my burnin condition Rebuild 'em, sing a song strong for disaster Scorch 'em on a letter, clever, bled 'em much faster Exotic lens, bionic Timb's, hardco' organic The floor panic when revolvin, Shaolin dodgin Potion of my juice, it's "Houston we have a problem" Its Basic Instinct, motor mouth, hold is sacred The Rushmore Rock Face, one four shot with the greatness Raw shoulders, sword colder, no remorse The crash course, the portions of my Porsche Divorse it, the Holocaust exhaust, driven with force Mighty ship back on course, I almost lost it Toss the smokin corpse, seldom sing Shells amongst men, rebellion, teens formin and swarmin Vikin style, strikin without warnin a nation Standin ovation, rap devastation New animation, the scandal Bandle the best part, damsel in distress, I'll bless you God damn you! To the rescue Professional vets, now comin through vexed I'm testin you vets, what you claimin that you best? The S on your chest, better stand for Super-Stress The Golden Arms pressed, next, here to set you REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue

Double cup Why you think I don't believe in luck Aye (MovieOnn Man) Turn me up Kbo I Think My MovieOnn He playing hide and seek I bet he find himself a fucking ditch My bitch ain't get the drop so now I'm looking for another bitch I like em freaky and she nasty top me in her mother whip TwoK's what you talking bout Bitch I'm on some other shit I customized the draco when I shoot it, it might do a flip This .40 in my jackie that just mean it got the smoothest kick Say he wear a vest whats in this clip gone go straight through that bitch Bruh might be the driver but I swear I saw him shooting shit Damu said he sliding us together like LeBron and Rie I'm dropping what he dropping ain't no nigga gone out body me Hoes be moving weird i'm tight on bitches like i gotta be This ARP get busy ask my brody whats the body fee Bro told me stop pouring i'm a devil with that double cup Got busy off the lean so why you think i dont believe in luck Pass packs up to my bro he get it gone he got the secret touch Ratchet it get nasty it get going off a finger fuck Hop out then we walk him down my squad a team of bullies Holes inside his body got him looking like a yeezy hoodie You say you sliding then im sliding too like what you tryna do Beams on all these stick, ruler clips who you tryna shoot See im off the meds im swerving man I damn near almost crashed the whip Bro .40 got to sparking but im loving how this draco kick Something bout designer drugs my body almost used to it Just bagged a bitch, a hour later she back there and she (sucking dick) Five percent on all the whips im in the back cant tell its me Movie going crazy got the junkies think they see 3D Hoes they fuck for forty but im funny she gone fuck for free My family know im chosen any day they can depend on me Hold on im tweaking out up in this bitch im in my zone Bag a couple testers hit the road gave lil bro back the phone My bitch tote a glock i bet she know what type of time im on Hop out them I walk him down lil bro left whip on cruise control Yeah yall know whats up with me man all these fucking bodies free Like Nick got them drums on me but my love dont cost a thing Walk out like its draft day best believe I got this Glock on me Walk in and she staring got my bitch like bitch a pardon me On God What

Aye Bitch im back MovieOnn gang I Think My MovieOnn If they copy this shit imma go get it back They way I be blitzing they owe me a sack I'm hitting his home and if he ain't there I'm making his bitch give the drop to tha trap Aye (They slimy) You know who it is (Fuck on and off) If they copy this shit imma go get it back They way I be blitzing they owe me a sack I'm hitting his home and if he ain't there I'm making his bitch give the drop to tha trap Bitches be fake and they slimy no cap Betta watch out cause yo bros can be rats Killas rolling wit me I been kinda busy tryna turn all of these bands into racks Back in this bitch man I'm fresh off the stove Hottest young nigga stay ready to go I'm tryna match if he said he want smoke I be doing my thang for whoever don't know I be fucking it up When I'm all in her guts When I pull this bitch out she gone suck it some mo We done played in tha field We done finished them drills Now we on tha next level it's time to go pro Pull up I hop out then you see the gang Stay with the ratchet she think she my main Mac on my neck it get rock like a chain I be dumping these bullets they sounding like change Told brody let's put a 30 in our strap On the road when I'm tripping bitch I overpack Hole in his chest you can see out his back And what I don't use give his nigga the rest Movie onn (And what I don't use give his nigga the rest) Aye listen yall If Woo say tha word then im jacking that nigga Neph say the word then I'm smacking that nigga My movie be on I be clapping at niggas I stopped for a while I'm relapsing on niggas Get off yo ass and go get you some money Get you some money then get you some money I'm hungry im eating im rubbing my tummy Pockets got chubby bitches got ugly I'm spazzing I think the demon coming out Fuck all them glizzys when nina is out I'm tryna see what this nina about When I reach for the steal they gone think it's a foul Think shit a game put yo life to the test Come pass these bullets I shoot from the west 2 Shots to his head and then 4 to his chest (My aim is spectacular I think I'm the best) No matter the gun gonna rip through his flesh (He gasping for air bouta run outta breath) A dog wit this bitch how his body get fetched Can't run outta ammo this clip gotta stretch

Aye Aye Aye ma waddup I Think My MovieOnn Dont bite the hand that feed you Some shit I didnt understand And them niggas hoping I lose Had disguised themselves as friends Man I came from nothing I had to get it how I can I was skipping school to hit the block when blunts still costed ten Ask who riding fa me and not a soul had raised they hand Who running these streets my gang be marching like a band Since I started this shit I only go on my command I can handle the heat so I could never be a fan It's a different lifestyle but I'm glad it ain't the same You can play on na team but never play up in the game They say the sky is the limit I hold my head up and I aim Tell my momma I'm sorry fa all them years I caused her pain All them bad habits you can't just flush em down the drain Lace my tims grab my hood started Walking in the rain Did so much wrong I start ta feel it in my vein And I been using drugs but only Mary Jane It's the worst when you get to thinking and can't escape it You wanna ask for something won't open ya mouth to say Then you seen something you wanted and had to take it Got ya family looking at you like somebody that they hated Yeah I hate it I was taking from people that was related (damn) Going back and forth over conflict that I created F up in the streets but my papers haven't been graded Man they told me go to bed til I woke and seen I made it Don't bite the hand that feed you Some shit I didn't understand And them niggas hoping I lose Had disguised themselves as friends Man I came from nothing I had to get it how I can I was skipping school to hit the block when blunts still costed ten Ask who riding fa me and not a soul had raised they hand Who running these streets my gang be marching like a band Since I started this shit I only go on my command I can handle the heat so I could never be a fan They say I'm sick of you Well nigga get the flu While you talking I'm getting paid and my money turning blue Had to jump out my old ways now nigga im tha truth Why these nigga be talking like they can tell me what to do All this shit I'm bouta stop it Not stopping till im popping When I'm popping imma come back to the hood and treat my momma Take my bros on private jets And take my sisters to the island Tried to do my unk the worst so im returning 50 thousand It's thanksgiving how we eating with this money different dressing I ain't have no prints to follow in the puddles I was stepping Gang just said im heating up I checked to see if I was sweating I been spending all my savings as long as I get the check in Don't bite the hand that feed you Some shit I didnt understand And them niggas hoping I lose Had disguised themselves as friends Man I came from nothing I had to get it how I can I was skipping school to hit the block when blunts still costed ten Ask who riding fa me and not a soul had raised they hand Who running these streets my gang be marching like a band Since I started this shit I only go on my command I can handle the heat so I could never be a fan