Gus Backus

Bring It On

Gus Backus


Bring it on motherfucker bring it on (4X) 

Verse One: Pharoahe Monch 

Mind chip 
I even be gettin more graphic than an Neo Geo 
Thirty-two bit computer chip be slipped between my lips 
and then I'll spit 
Spit it out spit it out go ahead spit out 
that itty bitty style you upchuck 
Betta believe I buttfuck MC's from the rear it appears you're stuck up 
It's my terminology that strike up mind and rips this beat apart 
You know the many styles I choose will bruise crews from the start 
I flow awkwardly cause awkwardly I flow that's to the rhythm 
Incisions are made into the brain and then I begin to give em 
a lobotomy, follow me I'm shapin your brain.. like.. pottery 
all over the track 
Gimme the P-H gimme the A-R gimme the O-A gimme the H-E, Pharoahe 
Crazy poison tip arrows are hittin you from all directions 
You cannot dodge or manage to dislodge them from the point at 
which they are connecting 
I am se-se-selecting a ne-ne-ne-new style 
Live for pa-pa-pa-pile-piles of MC's who try to get bu-bu-bu-buck-buckwild 
Fu-fu-fu-fuck dat, when I'm in a renovative state of mind 
I'm innovative, never been afraid of rockin the microphone 
I'm prone to be eliminating 
Cling when I sing a song of sixpence if it makes sense then sing along 
Cling along to my nuts if you got guts then bring it on 

Bring it on motherfucker bring it on (8X) 

Verse Two: Prince Poetry 

There is no equivalent one consider me the epitome of rhymes 
Rhythm to techs execution is parallel to them with 
an exception of the organisms 
My telepathy cannot be dismantled so stop sweatin me 
Advanced data now watch your greater updates so raps get trampled 
Fe-fi-foe steps up elevations show 
That I'm ahead of your time specifically right behind a dope rhyme 
Rippin shit up at prime time I'm Optimus Prime/time material 
Imperial wizard of vocabularic havoc I eat MC's like cereal 
That's soggy, milky skills like Mister Miyagi 
When it's foggy I release globby spits 
over names of rappers in the lobby as a hobby... I'll! 
Rip your nitshit get stick quick get your crew before I do 
Something gory to your quite futile styles 
Miniature raps get waxed, simonized 
Into the fifth dimension of your centifugal never typical stand attention 
I'm, mystical rip shit til the power blows 
Those chose to compete we delete em -- observe defeat 
That's sending down from above to get cha hit cha split cha ditch cha 
Picture you, victorious 
I'm gory plus your shit's mad boring, bring it on 

Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on motherfucker bring it on (2X)