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Every Word Counts

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Saint Augustine's very own: Sevo and Stix
They think they know how to do it
But every song we record, we make sure
EVERY WORD COUNTS
Ha, Ha, Ha
Heart beating, pretty decent reason to start speaking
A beacon in the dark, the sharks to start sneaking
Smart remarks leaking, weary eyes peeking
And sharp the darts breaching, the secrets your heart's keeping
My simple style of solution will solidify
I get a greater generation from a genocide
If you don't like it, I expect you're just a courier
A weak excuse, another social justice warrior
Probably offended by the tone of my voice
But you spend every waking minute by the pros of a choice
Maybe I'll never get the gist of your cause
But I'm saying this to bust a jizz in your thoughts
Zero to troll in nothing but milliseconds
I have the control, end of the short-lesson
Don't wanna buy your bullshit, I'm just browsing
Impossible power levels cause I'm over 9000
You think you know it all, but you don't know shit
I'm riding downtown baby while I'm singing this song
Knowing damn well you won't quit
You got mouth diarrhea, better call the doc
Can't sugar-coat shit when it's hard as a rock
But keep trying cause I'ma keep giving you props
Yea, Stix, Ha, Ha
I-hop like a restaurant when I'm serving you fiends
And break-fast every morning before pursuing my dreams
A hardy start for my art before you're blown to smithereens
You won't last, you won't amount probably to a hill of beans
My hobby, my daily routine's to wreak havoc on the obscene
Gotta have it like an addict sipping liquor, it seems
You won't matter, you'll be splattered all over the damn scene
No crime-stoppers or hip-hop stalkers can ruin my self-esteem
I got team of machines ready to slice your bones clean
You'll be oozing as our bruising makes you fall apart at the seams
Wrecking you 'til you scream and you're losing like Charlie Sheen
I reckon your inflection can't be cured, too extreme
Hope you're insured, are you bulimic? Maybe you're just overheated
With all those turds under your nose pretty soon you'll feel depleted
You've tweeted, sabotaged my feed, posted your comments on my wall
But let's be honest, it's camouflaged greed, you haven't gotten any likes at all
Bitch ass
You think you know it all, but you don't know shit
I'm riding downtown baby while I'm singing this song
Knowing damn well you won't quit
You got mouth diarrhea, better call the doc
Can't sugar-coat shit when it's hard as a rock
But keep trying cause I'ma keep giving you props

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