Turn it up time to burn it's the sound of the unlearned
We bomb with that acousticon sousaphone, yo bring it on
Ring your mom and tell her Youngblood got you singing different songs
Moving throngs deep fry bands like wontons
You thought you kicked it like YB back in the day, you're wrong
And we keep marching on whether you recognize it or not
We represent the presence of the essence with level-minded lessons
The underground offensive sentеnces take out contestants
Nеver resting unless hip-hop culture be manifesting

We go hard

Here we go
Here we go
Here we go
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