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International anthem (feat. tha alkaholiks)

Featuring Tha Alkaholiks]
Intro:
To Japan they love the sound. Ha whoa. We made it. What's up J Ro?
(Aw I'm faded). Ah ha "check it out ch'all" (Likwitadaded crew).
What's up pour me some of that shit nigga.
Giving big shouts outs to my man. Gettin' rid of all wack MCs.
Tellin' 'em where we rock from.
Yo E Swift break it down like this.
E Swift:
All the way from the promise land to Japan
They love the sound of the Alkaholik band
International like interet you can bet
We'll be comin' through your town to get your crowd wet
I'm like the horror thrilla Godzilla
When I attack the crowd goes crazy doesn't know how to react
It couldn't be coincidental
That every time we grab the microphone we crush the intramental
You don't want to feel the pressure so be cautious
I got the fatal Alkaholik shit to get you nauseous
Simple and plain from Europe to Spain
I'm like a bad knee sprain and you can't take the pain
Tash:
From where the Brooklyn Bridge cross to where the gang throw signs
We blow minds and different kinds niggas love these rhymes
Cause they be movin' like the dope cops downtown San Fransico
From the herion to the coke to the antfedimine crystal
So you know my shit official you better hope we don't clash
Tash will have your fiance' with her titties on the glass
Like a drug store mix representin' with the style
Throwin' up the "W" for all my peeps in Killa Cal
Cause that's where I chill on a day to day basis
While my homies sit in jail tryin' to beat they dope cases
So let's blow one for them while I hem up the world
If y'all niggas got the fourties Rico got the hooooo
Hook:
I was put here to spawn so my name would live on
And rock the mic till dawn and puff on a chron
To all my people it's really on
Wake up it's time to make a million (x2)
J-Ro:
Well I'm the fabulous can smashin' party crashin'
I eat MC's like a radish
Trashin' the stage with E-Swift and Tash and
The Likwit Crew loves hip hop with a passion
I'm mashin' meaning when I drive
The needle on my Chevy says 95
The Liks will keep it live no matter what you tell us
If you try to serve me I'll stab you in the neck like Monica Seles
Well it's the eternally fresh rock the spot somethin' awful
Individual rapper with the jawful
Of brain rhymin' uncommon I'm too tall for you to fuck with
Chill before you catch the blue balls
I'm makin' legal money while your's is lookin' kinda funny
My rap is solid while your shit is comin' out runny
Oh my I'm X-rated like Goldfly
I wrap the mic cord around your neck like the bow tie
I smoked Simon now it's "J-Ro Says"
I make your feet move like Nike Cortez
I sparkle from Arkal all the way to Sonoko
All the punks run cause they all poyo loco
Hook
Outro:
That's right make them yapes, drink them grapes. And it's all not bad.
Go
ask your dad. I got shit you never had

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Featuring Tha Alkaholiks]  
Intro:  
To Japan they love the sound. Ha whoa. We made it. What's up J Ro?  
(Aw I'm faded). Ah ha "check it out ch'all" (Likwitadaded crew).  
What's up pour me some of that shit nigga.  
Giving big shouts outs to my man. Gettin' rid of all wack MCs.  
Tellin' 'em where we rock from.  
Yo E Swift break it down like this.  
E Swift:  
All the way from the promise land to Japan  
They love the sound of the Alkaholik band  
International like interet you can bet  
We'll be comin' through your town to get your crowd wet  
I'm like the horror thrilla Godzilla  
When I attack the crowd goes crazy doesn't know how to react  
It couldn't be coincidental  
That every time we grab the microphone we crush the intramental  
You don't want to feel the pressure so be cautious  
I got the fatal Alkaholik shit to get you nauseous  
Simple and plain from Europe to Spain  
I'm like a bad knee sprain and you can't take the pain  
Tash:  
From where the Brooklyn Bridge cross to where the gang throw signs  
We blow minds and different kinds niggas love these rhymes  
Cause they be movin' like the dope cops downtown San Fransico  
From the herion to the coke to the antfedimine crystal  
So you know my shit official you better hope we don't clash  
Tash will have your fiance' with her titties on the glass  
Like a drug store mix representin' with the style  
Throwin' up the "W" for all my peeps in Killa Cal  
Cause that's where I chill on a day to day basis  
While my homies sit in jail tryin' to beat they dope cases  
So let's blow one for them while I hem up the world  
If y'all niggas got the fourties Rico got the hooooo  
Hook:  
I was put here to spawn so my name would live on  
And rock the mic till dawn and puff on a chron  
To all my people it's really on  
Wake up it's time to make a million (x2)  
J-Ro:  
Well I'm the fabulous can smashin' party crashin'  
I eat MC's like a radish  
Trashin' the stage with E-Swift and Tash and  
The Likwit Crew loves hip hop with a passion  
I'm mashin' meaning when I drive  
The needle on my Chevy says 95  
The Liks will keep it live no matter what you tell us  
If you try to serve me I'll stab you in the neck like Monica Seles  
Well it's the eternally fresh rock the spot somethin' awful  
Individual rapper with the jawful  
Of brain rhymin' uncommon I'm too tall for you to fuck with  
Chill before you catch the blue balls  
I'm makin' legal money while your's is lookin' kinda funny  
My rap is solid while your shit is comin' out runny  
Oh my I'm X-rated like Goldfly  
I wrap the mic cord around your neck like the bow tie  
I smoked Simon now it's "J-Ro Says"  
I make your feet move like Nike Cortez  
I sparkle from Arkal all the way to Sonoko  
All the punks run cause they all poyo loco  
Hook  
Outro:  
That's right make them yapes, drink them grapes. And it's all not bad.  
Go  
ask your dad. I got shit you never had