Testo Three Hunnit

Ayo
I'm throwing off your hand/eye coordination
Now your modus operandi is subordination
Niggas notice how my band flies across the nation
Masta Ace, Edo, and I, the coronation
Radio guys, really, how can I support the station?
They only play music from dudes who can afford to pay them
Fuck that, I'm storming through with different forms of mayhem Whether you're sleeping in or stepping to the AM
Y'all rap niggas is hysterical
That's why we're coming through to break down the walls like Chris Jericho
You turn blue like varicose veins
Soon as I shoot this convoluted venom dose to your brain
Yeah, and as your system shuts down
You recognize this is how the dope shit must sound
I'm from New England so you know when I touch down
I'm in the spot with legends and we're tearing shit the fuck down

All for one, one for all
You ready for the brawl, we answering the call
There's only three of us and 300 of y'all
But we coming with the battering ram to break the walls
One for all and all for one
All for one and one for all
One for all and all for one
One, one, one, huh haaa

Edo, Ace. Akro, bold, not bashful
King of the castle, stop your ride, break your axle
Break the shackle of the rascals with whack flow
The baldy, dread, and afro, we assholes
You're the wrong groups hypeman
Unexciting, Nazi, Adolf Eichmann
Fighting the enlightening, the bottle of lightning
Inciting, no biting, have you rappers re-writing
Fuck conservatives and liberalism
Never been forgiving 'cause I am the rhythm
Fuck Illuminati and the symbolism
Free your mind, homie, from the mental prison
I been cocky, hip-hop hierarchy
Ak been marinating just like teriyaki
We don't die, you can't kill Rocky
Love DJ's but hate Disc Jockeys

All for one, one for all
You ready for the brawl, we answering the call
There's only three of us and 300 of y'all
But we coming with the battering ram to break the walls

One for all and all for one
All for one and one for all
One for all and all for one
One, one, one, huh

Listen, every verse that I spit be on some personal shit
I'mma be cursing every person you with
Man, I'm just trying to urge you to quit while you're behind
Before you ahead, you gonna be dead or lose your mind
You ain't verbally fit for the Fantastic Three, Ace, Ed, Ak
Send you back to hell in a hand basket
So beware, we go all out like a street fair
You speak out and get stretched out like a beach chair
Don't be quick to be looking to claim a victory
'Cause we swear, there's all kinds of defeat here
Now be clear 'cause it's all painfully obvious
This ain't a game and our main aim is to body this
Any jerk saying he lyrically do work
Ain't worth shit and his workmanship is the shoddiest
This ain't a party, it's something closer to Mardi Gras
We look at y'all and laugh at y'all, like 'hardy har'

One for all and all for one
All for one and one for all
One for all, and all for one
One, one, one, huh haaa