Design that meets most demands, stands the front end loader
Whole enough weight that'll compensate the shareholders
Powerful motor controls and mass stable No room for error, injury proves fatal
100 ton air jack, quickly raise the steel After blowin' out the bell drive, math changed
the wheels Buster, slasher, we still thick like plaster
There's always potential for large scale disasters
Indirect driftin', narrowly missin' My camp, forced in a perilous proposition
He must come see us, despite imminent danger But short on fuel before he flew out the hangar
From the cold dirt, rocks and rocks
And all, rap galore Watch the river flow backwards once we storm
the shore They were marked with the razor sharp eyes
of the scope On the rope, hangin' from the towering cliffs
and slopes The magnitude of the devastation untold
The collective lawns of countless souls lay in the road
Insane blower, rain blower Aim and it's game over
You know the name, flame blower Got the code to the game and I hold the main
controller Told you from the jumper, today the same soldier
I stay low, play close to bank rolls
Polly with the greatest who walk the same road
Oh, you ain't here, ain't nothin' new but the gear
The crew of the year, kid, too much to bear Find out, what I'm about, know the legend
This light, disrespect of his name, provoke tension
No threat, bringin' a force like Boba Fett The old vet, who presents a lone controller
set I'm next level, your best settled, blessed
rebel I shine like a bezel with strength to bend
metal Plunge, head first in the grunge, become immersed
in the drums The verse, the verse, the verse, the verse,

this is murder one
We rhyme back to back, dangerous MCs Move on track to track, 100-bomb measure
Lost treasure, those jewels were never gave us much pleasure
Agreed the sound was good Shopping in the state, city, town and hood
Eventually they would Lay down a trademark with a guide to build
wealth To dip dive and to be hivers on self
For the power struggle Never clowned but did juggle
The heavy load made it explode to mad rubble I thought of this tune on a blackout, glided
by the light of the moon
I thought of this tune on a blackout, glided by the light of the moon
On the camp out, the kerosene lamp out To re-walk the road we paved
With trails that left vinyl footsteps engraved