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(Caliber) Whether you like it or not, ground zero's callin' the shots,
Makin our way to the top, we put in work just like that shit that you keep,
Tucked in you socks, you niggas bluffin' alot,
(Fame) We crush the competition, rock systems,
'Til we have more than pots to piss in,
(Caliber) Back on our grind, keepin' these rappers in line,
This is what happens wit time, our worst is better than anything that you,
Had in your prime, with all these hazardous rhymes,
(Fame) We have to get signed goin' insane,
Flow isn't tamed 'til that moment of change...

Fame:
It's time to reveal it, expose it, put you right on the spot,
Lyin' a lot, rhyme all the time about the size of your glock,
The only thing you conceal is still hidden inside of your twat,
Whether you, like it or not, we're gonna rise to the top,
Yeah I'm a dickhead, just tryin' to get a shot my nigga,
If rap don't work, well at least I still got my liquor,
Man who I'm kiddin', can't you people tell that I'm jokin',
Got you chokin', no drug you ever tried is as potent,
No pill can kill the type of pain that I deal,
Cold flow, but could dip my pen in Nyquil and still write ill,
Who cares about your nice wheels, swear that I'm bout to write wills,
Hand'em out wit U shaped grill, like told you life's real,
But I'm still, on a mission to round you up,
Fame zero tolerance, Caliber will ground you up,
Had a he'll of a life, as far rap who knows where it's goin',
Poetry in motion, and our luck could change any moment...

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Caliber:
This our moment, like Em said, we have to own it,
Doin' donuts on the industry lawn, ruin the roses,
And smell of it bein' sweet, yeah you know I'll disclose it,
That we're the shit bitch, voodoo witch glitch, so no one controls us,
No one there to oppose us, stompin' on corpses,
Necraphilic flow, fuckin' killin' every beat,
Have every fan on their feet, clappin' like they're carryin' heat,
Higher than hangin' wit cheech, recite every word of my speech,
You know what I mean, when I say it was all a dream,
Or can't knock the hustle, then it ain't hard to tell,
That I'm workin' wit shallow wells, and actual lack of skills,
To comprehend the shadow of the art that was almost killed,
The love of my life, man I'm comin' to save her,
This is the moment of change, not just the title of the header,
Conviction or vendetta, we'll whether the weather,
Whatever the set up, I'll get her, best believe we won't let up...

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