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Lyrics

Come on fool
Aw...aw...aw drop that ****
Straight comin' at ya, punk
The greatest side is critical when digging on my concept

Rhythms keep on building like smoke
Got'cha running from the law
Maybe it's that low end smothered with the freestyle
Maybe it's the thought of being on the bottom of the pile

Style's bound to the sky lines
Keep 'em on the sidelines
Choking on my fly rhymes
You need the Heimlich maneuver

This ain't no joke
You're gonna choke
When I'm swinging it to ya

[Chorus]
When do you decide (you decide)
Then you can know in your mind (you decide)
When do you decide
I'll probably never understand
Pollution, you preach the noise about the words that you don't want to
Hear
Pollution, I keep the grip tight on the mic spill
Pollution, you preach the noise about the words that you don't want to
Hear
Pollution, I keep that grip real tight

Breaker, breaker one nine, spitting out that skill
Suicidal punk let me know you're real
I'm walking on a thin line with the sticky bass line
Now you're stuck with the flow running through your mind

So if you're crossing over, let me know you're real
Put a flex on your neck now you get the feel
I rumble like the thunder
Now you're going under

I wonder what the **** is even going down
I listen to 'em stereotype and then complain
I can't refrain from bringing on the pain

[Chorus]

So when they tell me to turn down that volume
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell Sam to turn down that bass
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell me to turn down the vocal
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell us to shut the **** up
I'm gonna bring that beat back

[Chorus]

Aw, aw, aw gonna bring that beat back...instead I keep that grip real
Tight
I'm gonna bring that beat back
I'm gonna bring that beat back
[right here Fred says a bunch of stuff that I'll figure out someday]
Back [repeated several times]
(Fred shut up, alright)
(this is me telling you to shut up...shut up)
(Fred, shut the **** up)
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