"The Sanction ( Born to Do It)"  Parental Advisory genre: Rap
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	Noviss you over did yaself on this beat homie... it was like some omen type ish that just put the lyrics in my head. This was definently one of our best bangers even tho Giacana only came through for a little bit (shes a busy lady). The tag team, dynamic duo... Ciz n Giacana.. the Wundatwinz.. u will know us very well soon i promise.. Early Ni**as
	CD: The Wundatwinz   Label: Unsigned Credits: Noviss, Giacana, Ciz
	Story Behind the Song The Sanction.. it was the original name of the beat from Noviss found right here on mp3.com and we took it from there. The beat actually wrote the song. It was like it spoke to us and guided our pens on the paper. The Sanction meaning a calling was perfect because we feel as if we were born to do this rap ish. Giacana actually found the beat and let me hear it. She had already written her verse so i took it and in about 20 minutes i had my 16 down. Recording took less than 40 minutes. I got mine down in 2 takes not including the adlibs and she took about 2 but we had rehearsed heavy before we hit the studio because preparation saves time Lyrics -Ciz- Since Young C.I. descended from the birth canal I been layin street level like an open vial/ hopeless child gifted but at the same time demented yall try to rock crowds, i leave the audience cemented/ stuck to they seat, stuck to the beat i stretch comp like dominique dawes touchin her feet/ so sick i laid still in a coma for weeks, dreamin of flows so hot i was burnin the sheets/ this didnt occur at my peak (no sir) the young boah was bout 2 i just damn near learned to speak/ i was labled a child rap prodigy, seein visions through blind eyes like homer before he wrote the odyysey/ acknowledge me for my conceit i offer no apology yall write 16's i wrote an anthology/ at cinco annos scrap was hungry, yall cant even count bars, go cop rap for dummies/ i was 6 with a fisher price microphone, removin ni**as from they blocks like acetone/ im passed you Holmes, dont make me ride past ya home and let the sun shine in like a retractin dome/ no mask required your minds blown, dead men cant talk nobody invented a casket phone/ at 13 i was deeper than most, yall spit streams i spit typhoons eatin ya coast/ capsizin ya boat, the boah good wit the scope, bullets a bless ya frame like they been touched by the pope/ i play dead first round let you think you can cope, when your breaqthin heavy, Ali you with the Rope A Dope/ Rumble young man rumble, beats givin like handoffs accurate running back Ciz neva fumble/ im 7 and change from hittin that 30, damn near perfect like tiger woods puttin for birdie/ Early Ni**as -Chorus- (Ciz) its the sanction, its the sanction me and G was born to do it (Giacana) its the sanction its the sanction me and Ciz was born to do it -Giacana- When the beat knock, best believe that the girl will rock, what you need its guaranteed you gone love what this girls got/ its undeniable, the looks,the flow,the style mixed together's diabolical/ so i dont care about some bad vibes from the sources, this chick carries bad nines good for extortion/ bad rhymes got me endorsin abortion, and havoc aint came but im still forcin contortions/ so check ya pulses, cuz they say i spit worse then sick, now im just down right repulsive/ peep the prognosis, Sigmund Freud of the game, this chick leans hard in the Range/ get alot of looks but words hardly exchanged, must know the nine a rearrange parts of they brain/

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