WES:
Uh, come on fool!
FRED:
Yaah!
Uh, uh, uh drop that shit
Straight comin' at ya, punk
To criticize is critical
When digging on my concept
Rhythms got me feelin kinda small
Got you running from the law
Maybe it's that low end
Smothered with the freestyle
Maybe it's the thought
Of being on the bottom of the pile
Styles bound to the sky lines
Keep 'em on the sidelines
Choking on my fly rhymes
You need the Heimlich maneuver
This ain't no joke
You're gonna choke
When I'm slinging it to ya
When do you decide?
(When do you decide?)
Then you can know in your mind
(When do you decide?)
When do you decide?!
I'll probably never understand
(Pollution!)
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
(Pollution!)
I keep the grip real tight on the mic when I spill
(Pollution!)
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
(Pollution!!)
I keep the grip real tight
Breaker, breaker one nine
Spitting out that skill
Suicidal punk let me know you're real
I'm walking on a thin line
With the sticky bass line
Now you're stuck with the flow
Running through your mind
So if you're crossing over
Let me know you're real
With a flex of your neck
Now you got the feel
I rumble like a thunder
Now you're going under
I bet ya wonder
What the fuck is even going down
I listen to 'em stereotype
And then complain
I can't refrain
From bringing on the pain
When do you decide?
(When do you decide?)
Then you can know in your mind
(When do you decide?)
When do you decide?!
I'll probably never understand
(Pollution!)
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
(Pollution!)
I keep the grip real tight on the mic when I spill
(Pollution!)
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
(Pollution!!)
I keep the grip real tight over
So when they tell me to turn down that volume
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell Sam to turn down that bass
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell me to turn down the vocal
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell us to shut the fuck up
I'm gonna bring that beat back!
Yeah, gonna bring that beat back!
Aw, gonna bring that beat back!
Fuck, gonna bring that beat back!
Yo, yo, yo J bring that beat back!
When do you decide?
(When do you decide?)
Then you can know in your mind
(When do you decide?)
When do you decide?!
I'll probably never understand
(Pollution!)
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
(Pollution!)
I keep the grip real tight on the mic when I spill
(Pollution!!)
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
(Pollution!!!)
Oh, oh, oh, shit
I'm gonna bring that beat back!
I'm gonna bring that beat back!
I'm gonna bring that beat back, beat back
Bring that beat back, beat back
Bring that beat back, beat back
So shut the f-f-f-f...
Back! Back! Back! Back! Back! Back! Back!
WES:
Fred, shut up, all right? This is me telling you to shut up!)
FRED:
Bring that fucking beat back!
WES:
Shut up!)
FRED:
You sucka! (WES: Shut--) Fuckin' sucka song!
WES:
Fred, shut the fuck up!!)
FRED:
Uh-huh, we're done.