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Sunset! Bastards!

[Verse 1: Von Pea]
I'm anti-standby
Let's get poppin'
Your promo passed on
(Rest In Peace, Cochran!)
I guess you gotta make some heat now
Lay some beats down
A brand new critical beatdown
(It's Moooonlighting)
No it's not
But whatever'll get you cheapskates to cop
See now? We're trying to put in work
The only time I'm in XXL is when I'm wearing a shirt
And that hurts

[Verse 2: Donwill]
One, two, (two)
Before the moon lights the sky
Dog, the sun gotta set
Tanya Morgan's in control like Father Time had triplets
Lifted up the sun so you could download the hotness
A gift to everyone, just show support on future projects
MCs be saying much of nothing like Brick Beats
Well he don't gotta talk, homeboy, he let his hands speak
So what's your excuse? I don't think so
You just copy cats for the paper like you work at Kinko's

[Verse 3: Ilyas]
Bingo!
Not a dog, women love the lingo, though
I'm not a gigolo
But I'll put you in a figure four
Leg lock, make the bed rock
Sure, my heads not right
Spend a lot of nights
Writing by my vices
Now I'm the nicest
More flow lowdown
No clown, profound
Can't use a pronoun
To describe what I transcribe
I'm live
It's all gravy, cause you turkeys are jive