"Take'em Out (SLO)"  Parental Advisory genre: New School
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	"Born Primaddonna, Pre-Madonna...", self explanatory it's 3rd Son versus all.
	Credits: Hijo Productions
	Story Behind the Song This song was completed from lyrics to production in two days. Lyrics Song: Take’em Out Artist: 3rd Son Intro Murder Murder Brutal Murder, Murder Murder Brutal Murder, Murder Murder Brutal Murder, Murder Murder Brutal Murder, 3rd Son......the 3rd Son Verse 1 Devour microphonies, all their fam all their homies/ You know me B-More bomber causing the trauma/ Eat herbs fro breakfast equal to Jeff Daumer/ But calmer, hate drama but love beef/ Anybody not seeing eye to eye to me must cease/ For real thats on steel and processors/ The sixty-one keys that I bang to life pressures/ I seen gestures, and most was just jesters/ Joking with the art I hold true settle for lessers/ Never been that, never gon be for surely/ Ignore me, don’t try to dap when i’m living portly/ Shortly my mic fight will light night like/ That light green to smokers eyesight, as we blow/ Circle a O cough up a lung, roll the ivory dice/ Learned to never slumber, or I could pay the price/ The world ain’t nothing nice, and free don’t mean easy/ Yo times is tough and money tight like our hair peazy/ I like my mac cheesy. I like my fish fried/ I like my chicken greasy collard grens on the side/ A yo i’m half pride, plus a quarter anger/ The last fourth of my psyche is straight danger (Hook) Murder Murder brutal Murder, 3rd Son use the microphone like gun/ taking out the wack of the competition cuz they don’t deserve to run with the Champion Verse 2 Born primadonna, pre-Madonna, puff fauna/ these reds eyes see through the bull like a brahma/ I’m good karma, minus this and that comma/ Prepare like E.R. for the drama/ Long range, you know how time change get strange, shit getting stranger/ Everyday you got another life threatening danger/ And the anger yo it build til it bubble, when it boil yo it’s trouble, Better watch out, Black out/ Catch me in some camos waiting by your house../ On a mission, one step closer to riching the mortician/ The new edition third eye focused vison/ Composition, change the game like prohibition/ Momma told me that the worlds my stage/ So I blast off at the mouth like a sawed off gauge/ All this penned up rage, like an ape in a side show cage/ Ain’t no training can control this emotion/ Wild like the outback, deep like the ocean/ Charged like a lightening bolt lethal as potion/ With loco-motion, called crazy for devotion/ 3rd Son, savage like the sweet science/ Raised hands signal difiance, i’m taking clients (Hook) Verse 3 Seperated two by three degrees formally/ I crush comp til nobody is left ignoring me/ Cordially break blunts build on the future/ Sew the game up, like a well stitched suture/ Move ya, til the point of causing a riot/ Mob scene popping off lobby of the Hyatt/ Don’t try it, strictly professional/ Hardcore true to the word confessionas/ Most playing fool, for the cars and the jewels/ Getting overruled like they still in school something pitiful/ From rhyming on the vestibule, to getting ridiculed/ For missuse of the kings rules just ain’t cool/ It’s like another form of slavery, even blatantly/ Pennies on the dollar feel me yo than hollar/ It don’t take a rocket scientist or a scholar/ To add the math most rap artists is getting collared/ It’s see through and I’m pumping real rock solid/ Shining to the point of a gleam, they call it polished/ 3rd Son the Un-rapper fully acknowledged. Outro END c 2002 3rd Son

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