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We be blazin'
So amazin'
Everybody get down
Everybody get down
We be blazin'
So amazin'
Everybody get down
Everybody get down
New year, new record, time to do bigger shit
Caught a plane to Cali linked with my nigga Quik
I figure with the combination we bomb the nation
But stay calm and patient
As the world get hyped from hearin' our musical conversation
This a beautiful situation right here
Given birth on the track 'cuz the cypher stay pregnant with ideas
And we rockin' it, rock, rock, rockin' it
Tell the hater players put a sock in it
Proper shit, that you got to get, 'cuz we properly document

How cats look more like dicks than the Washington monument
Phallicaly tryin' to challenge me, but who you racin' wit'
It's amazin' the lyrical lingerie I be lacin' shit, we be blazin' it
Put it in the air with the chronic
My lyrics like drugs got you hooked on my phonics
From Brooklyn to Compton the lounge of Soundbombing
Still rockin' over "Balance and Options," now
If you got a spliff then put it in the air
If you want a rift then put it in the air
If you shakin' yo' ass, put it in the air
If you makin' it last, put it in the air
If you leave the crib strapped then put it in the air
Take ya hand of your gat and put it in the air
Snook your bud in the club, put it in the air
Got nuttin' but love, put it in the air
They say my rhymes is too heavy, I come thicker than the fog
You get it when I retire and battle my catalogue
Writin' rhymes in my Captain's log, BlackStar date
MC's fake like Egyptian Gods in Stargate
Lovin' the hate, bubble all types of weight in they rap
I draw blood like mosquitoes y'all annoy like gnats
Pop that around the wrong cat get laid flat
Concrete adjust to the contours in your back
Quik where you at?
Yo I'm in the back room makin' a run
Ain't even touched her 'n makin' her cum
Now you can catch me out in' Portland wit Stoudamire
Everybody doin' shows but I'm the hottest flier
Bitches say honest, I swear to God
So how come then believin' them is so damn hard
Could you really blame a nigga if I fucked a skate
You didn't even pay that's why you flunked the date
All you did was eat salad, talk shit about niggas and drink wine
And your answer kept changin' 'cuz bitch you keep lyin'
Talkin' 'bout 'he make me sick
All he do is disrespect me keep callin' me bitch
And he only wanna fuck me when he all full of dope
What the fuck you think I'm here for not to love you I hope
All I'm 'bout to do is listen for a minute
While I get my drink in n' introduce you to my dog Kweli 'n go up in it
If you got a spliff then put it in the air
If you want a rift then put it in the air
If you shakin' yo' ass, put it in the air
If you makin' it last, put it in the air
If you leave the crib strapped then put it in the air
Take ya hand of your gat and put it in the air
Snook your bud in the club, put it in the air
Got nuttin' but love, put it in the air
C'mon
We be blazin'
So amazin'
Everybody get down
Everybody get down
We be blazin'
So amazin'
Everybody get down
Everybody get down
Now let me tell you how I am
I'm mild-mannered at day but superhero at night
I got the special invite to make your spot look right
No ice, no rain, not bottles of champagne 'n
Half these motherfuckers can't pronounce my name
I'm so cool while you hyper in' the coffee shop
Hype niggas make girls be like 'get off me stop'
Real niggas like thirst so of course we rock
'Cuz the game unauthordox, off top
You got cold feet like I pulled off your socks
Always goin' down town pullin' all the stops
Your breath smellin' like fish from straight off the docks
Dats how you lost your spot, you too hype
If you got a spliff then put it in the air
If you want a rift then put it in the air
If you shakin' yo' ass, put it in the air
If you makin' it last, put it in the air
If you leave the crib strapped then put it in the air
Take ya hand of your gat and put it in the air
Snook your bud in the club, put it in the air
Got nuttin' but love, put it in the air
Yea, we be blazin'
So amazin'
Everybody get down
Everybody get down
...

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M.o.p.

M.O.P., short for Mash-Out Posse, is an American hip hop group from Brooklyn, New York.Comprised of rappers Lil' Fame aka Fizzy Womack and Billy Danze, the group is best known for frenetic singles such as 2000's Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory).

Throughout their whole career M.O.P. deliver the most hard, vicious and violent music hip hop could ever offer. They struck out in 1994. with To the Death, a dark, slow and raging LP that was fully produced by DR Period and featured one of the biggest hardcore rap anthems of the nineties, How About Some Hardcore, that's put by any hardcore rap fan in the same category with Onyx's Slam, Jeru The Damaja's Come Clean and Wu-Tang Clan's Shame On A Nigga.

In 1996 MOP released their second effort, the totally-sophomore-slump-free Firing Squad. Despite totally changing their production sources (the album was mostly produced by Gang Starr's DJ Premier and Fizzy Womack himself), M.O.P. continued torturing fans' ears with extremely hard, rhinocerously slow beats and ecstatic, rampant delivery. Subject matter is either battling with heavy use of criminal associations or serious talk about life in the ghetto.

Two years later M.O.P. hit the fans with a starter - an EP called Handle Ur Bizness and later that year released First Family 4 Life, working on the same formula as ever, again with heavy percentage of DJ Preemo's production, more gems produced by group member Lil Fame and proving that M.O.P.'s trademark is not only the hardest hardcore you can get but also consistency.

Most of M.O.P.'s work was considered underground until 2000, when they released Warriorz, their best work yet. Mainstream got the first hint with "Ante Up", a track produced by DR Period for first time in 6 years. But with self-produced Cold As Ice, a track that featured a rock-song sample (Cold As Ice by Foreigner), M.O.P. achieved major mainstream success, though the song's lyrics were explicit and raging as usual (the radio version edits out much lyrical content to comply with FCC regulations).

In a strange turn, M.O.P. featured on the title track of sugary-sweet boy band LFO's 2001 album Life Is Good. Aside from the lack of profanity, M.O.P.'s short verse was rapped in their trademark loud, intense style. It is unclear how this unusual team-up was organized, but it is unlikely that this brief guest spot led to much crossover fan appeal for either group.

"Ante Up" was later remixed with added verse by Flipmodian Busta Rhymes and Terror Squad queen Remy Ma, and was released on the greatest hits record 10 Yearz And Gunnin'. Believe it or not, it is the last hip hop record from M.O.P. In the beginning of the century they switched labels from Loud to Roc-A-Fella in order to have more income and more creative control, but the long-awaited release is still on the shelves. M.O.P. also made a rock-rap album titled simply Mash Out Posse, but it received bad reviews from rap fans who wanted M.O.P. to just rap.

In June 2005, M.O.P. officially announced their signing with 50 Cent's G-Unit, at the same time as Queens rap duo Mobb Deep.

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