S.O.S.

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King Madi & Type1ne

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You ain't ever heard nothing in the game like this
Ice on it, like I sprained my wrist
Titanic, you gone' need an S.O.S.
'Cause with a flow like this, you can't save that ship
Ain't nothing in the game like this
Ice on it, kinda like I sprained my wrist
Don't look at us crazy, we don't play that shit
We gone' be on your ass like stank on shit

There's no limit, if I want it, I go get it
I'm cold with it, dollar bills, blow my nose with it
Say it in real life man, y'all just posting it
Swear they weaker than Popeye with no spinach
I kill the track, whether I end it, or open it
Scared to feature me, get on they track take over it
Ignored his shots, and now he don't know how to cope with it
Expecting me to respond, I give him no attention
Ever since I came back, rappers been real mad
Drop my name on they tracks
I'm in they head like migraines, when I say I don't give 'em no slack
And I swear they bite my style until they teeth start to crack
How my name taste?
Probably better than anything on YoPlait
If you want my response, you gotta earn it
Ain't name dropping nobody who sound like Kermit
But if you feeling froggy, go ahead and leap
My time is money, and that chitter-chatter cheap
You sweeter than honey, I'm who you wanna bee
Won't catch me slipping, not even on the sleet
Enough said, man you know I am the king
Single handedly killed you and your whole team
I been staying up, you gave me a reason to sleep
'Boutta take a nap, second verse goes to T

You ain't ever heard nothing in the game like this
Ice on it, like I sprained my wrist
Titanic, you gone' need an S.O.S.
'Cause with a flow like this, you can't save that ship
Ain't nothing in the game like this
Ice on it, kinda like I sprained my wrist
Don't look at us crazy, we don't play that shit
We gone' be on your ass like stank on shit

I wrote these bars while stealing from the grocery store
They gonna ask how I got famous-er than Demi Moore
Confetti pours 'cause I made it off of Chili floors
God made me a leftie so I could film it right to VCR
Who the f*ck do you think you are?
And disrespecting Tripp, dawg, that just pissed me off
Rich and soft, eat shit, f*ck you dawg
I don't want this beef, but I'm filet mingon on any song that Madi on
If you want me to turn up all these caps, Tripp, tell me dawg
And I'm not saying it's wrong, but dawg, please come on
Take his cock out your mouth when you record your songs!
So that you don't mumble, friend
Cartoon character mumble men
Don't ever wanna hear you talking this shit again
I'm expecting like three weak responses, not popping
I don't even wanna f*ck with this damn nonsense
What now? Clean up like Mr. Plow
Wrote an album money ray, life is fucking pissed now
Holy f*ck, I just lost some money on that soccer game
Walk away, if you don't want periwinkle carpet spray
Talking game, am I going insane?
Named yourself after Biggie and you still sounding lame?
No, no, not again, must have been a gust of wind
'Cause I drip like a fountain
Made a solid porcelain

You ain't ever heard nothing in the game like this
Ice on it, like I sprained my wrist
Titanic, you gone' need an S.O.S.
'Cause with a flow like this, you can't save that ship
Ain't nothing in the game like this
Ice on it, kinda like I sprained my wrist
Don't look at us crazy, we don't play that shit
We gone' be on your ass like stank on shit

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