Lyrics

Chorus

Avalanche:

I expect, nothing more nothing less, than respect on a track
Cuz when the time come for survival with a rival I do get alive to divide you

Young Mastamind:

I expect, nothing more nothing less, than respect on a track
Cuz when I hit the flow I let the people know that we bringin out the raw every single show

Verse 1

Young Mastamind

First time that I got up in the flow
straight hit em with the words
all the line up in the song/
made em listen to the work
of a rhymer off the low/
pay attention while I urge
We the hottest in the zone of the district/
Flips it all the time I never risk it
When I spits it I get liver then a diction/
Like you driftin getting high up on a mission
With a spliff lit by the fire now feel the sizzling/

Avalanche

I expect respect when I collect my breath
When I?m releasing only fire who expect that/
When I can switch it any style from one to the next
Someone gotta step less none can contest/

Young Mastamind

Mann, they cant mess with our shine man we glistening
Its better to rest your eyes than lose your vision/
You cant test the styles in our division
Hit em till they recognize who spit the sickness/




Avalanche

He rocks if a beat drops
In a studio or acappela or a beat box/
If its written or spittin he getting attention im ending the venom
This dinner is finished the minute that im killing the menue/

Young Mastamind

Uh, spittin it simple rippin it with my king folk
Hit it till they getting the picture that we got big flows/
Rippin it till we getting the figures that we got big dough
Listen while we spit it official now heres the info/

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Verse 2 (Avalanche)

Sicker when I spit it like a lethal flow
With a beat there?s no competing I will eat you whole/
Went straight from unexpected to stepping up with the best of
The elite of individuals just waiting on my necklace/
Next is collision and visions of most impressive
Collected combined and formed know who the best is/
Impressive, step to the mic I leave you breathless
Dinner in P.M. then slaying A.M for the breakfast/

Young Mastamind

Dirty Dirty styles don?t be sleeping on us
While we work the work the crowd till we leave them buzzed/
Serving verses out to relieve them of
What they heard about D.C. in the club/

Avalance

In the club when we running the nights
Im livin life by the second till we run out of time/
But living right aint a question its just something I find
To be appropriate you know the kid im loving the grind/

Yound Mastamind

Check it out what they talking about
Or how they rock it like they did it in the dirty south/
Lock it down put my foot in your mouth
So you can really get the taste of the dirty styles

Avalanche

So sit back relax get a six pack of bass
And a big bag of grass till I tick tack that ass/
And I switch back to bad when I spit rap I have
So much of my aggression I should give back to dad/

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