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lyrics

Verse 1:

Don't move this is just a stick up

these lids are getting flipped up my spits get on the rhythm

and kids don't even listen but still keep on pretending
The hits are all the business

So I just thought that I'd let you know

That I'm on a roll these time bombs gonna blow

Never fight what you don't know any night I'll take the show

My rhymes are not alone they're tied to highs and lows

Basses and trebles you know they're staying the rebels

breaking the metal at the rate we push the pedal

All gas no stopping just ask you got it

Go ahead and mock it all the trash we stomp it

So clap your hands you mosh pit understand the clock ticks

Over hats and hot kits
So we blast like rockets

Take it to the air, along with bass and kicks and snares

And basics get us where the haters stop and stare

In case you're not prepared, I'll make you all aware
And when these headphones burn out, man, I'll take another pair

save the game cuz I care beat the race against the hare
No matter what the turn out we'll always make the roof tear

Chorus:
Get up, let's go, get up, get on the floor

Verse 2:

Wind blow like a hurricane
Simple like a hurried game

Quick tow to memory lane
Stick glow like every vein

Sick show if it's all the same
Thick flow, if you call the name

Fickle, and I know their shame
Tickled, but their style's lame

I stepped into this club a pro
They still think this child's play

I kept my own status quo
They just blink and file away

They tried on their baddest show
We sit and think as smiles fade

Tension rise, it's glad to know
We got them to hide behind charades

Welcome to the masquerade
Let's make this a fast parade

We do control the power gate
Sit back sipping lemonade

Them cats could use some power-aid
We hot like a powder keg

Explode in a shroud of flames
Our hearts exposed I'm proud to say

Our music goes All Terrain
Keep sharp like a batarang

Sit back, cause we're all the rage
Leave mainstream scatter brained

We're thunderclap before the rain
Where lightning tears apart the same

Their blunders snap like shattered reins
And lose control like carts of train

We'll take the game, no alibis
We're sunlight in darkened skies

When the hammer and the anvil strikes
Be sure that them sparks'll fly

We're tired of apparent lies
The game has now paralyzed

No fear here come the Uncut Ice
Crossing over all the battle lines

(Chorus)

Verse 2:

credits

from Outside Insights, released February 2, 2014

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The Uncut Diamondz Corpus Christi, Texas

Once upon a time, two God-fearin', hip-hop-lovin' Texan brothers came together to make a rap song. Today, they still roam the planet as The Uncut Diamondz.

Two albums later, they still strive to perfect their craft and pray that the Creator will use His two cracked mirrors to reflect His image.
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