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Artist: Angie Stone lyrics Song: Rise Up lyrics  Send "Rise Up" Ringtone to your Cell  Only escape is the relentess hip-hop, rap apprentice out for blood All you wannabe thugs keep your distance What's the matter, my insight might shatter your windpipe You now ignite it and recite at shows I bend mics The man (behind the man) behind the man (that stand beside the man) That make the man that stand in front him piss his pants (damn) Now let's dance, who wanna get blowed up You had the balls to call my name in battle when I came you never showed up I'm here, and ain't stoppin 'til I'm on top reppin And if you think I'm half-steppin you niggaz, must be poppin pills Instinct say, let the pen sink, poisonous ink into paper To take a live nigga and leave him dead and stank Now, who runs through mad crews of bad dudes With one shot, spreadin niggaz most quicker than bad news Teflon, {?} representative, Firing Squad Niggaz back the fuck up and live [Chorus 2X: Teflon] We on a mission, rise up, size up - the competition Don't be gettin bust down, who ready to die, what? We on a mission, rise up, size up - the competition Don't be gettin bust down, who ready to die, what? [Teflon] I post to death nigga, where you at? Hidin Slidin in the depths uncommon to mankind I'm glidin Over tracks with mo' facts than fiction Who that nigga that splits 'em raw ways down to riddle with the diction Givin cardiac arrestses, to pestes Who try to follow my rhyme flow style to find out, who Tef is Who can break the secret, the simple chemistry If you don't lose your memory, verse'll reverse my penalty of death WAY before dishonor, get your armor If you foul late, I'm a shotty your body then embalm ya Who can figure this nigga would hijack, the airwaves My raps are {?} hearse the K K, K to buy black I'm in this, with flows that's endless, it's that triple gold frame nigga frame knock the do' off the hinges And now, it ain't no surprise, these brothers recognize the M.O.P. profile, kid we on the rise [Chorus] [Teflon] Without practice my rap shit done turned Jesus Christ into a baptist Tef can make the whole world flip backwards with his tactics For real, all day, always the raw way I'm raw dickin without a kiss so, dismiss the foreplay This goes out to Wall Street brothers from Brooklyn To my rocket launchin packin Bronx niggaz keep it thorough Aiyyo we bumpin heads with all the big boys back in the keep Rollin we deep, that pack streetsweepers and sick swords We makin moves, I want it all, a hundred come, a hundred fall And Teflon Don, rawest you ever saw (the rawest nigga) Aiyyo some brothers be seein me comin up out of D&D with a crew, that roll more harder than TNT We be, M.O.P. the bumrush, click with dum-dums to bust more fools up in my section when my gun bust Aiyyo, listen G, list your squad three best gun niggaz And I'll put them niggaz on Unsolved Mystery [Chorus] Send "Rise Up" Ringtone to your Cell      
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