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Fall Back by Athletic Mic League Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2016

[Intro]
Midway game
Lips so achy, yep (yup)
Mic League
Loud texts on the track
We turn it up and tell em, like

[Bridge]
I don't even know why you came 'round
We pros over here, we don't play around
There's money on the line, ya'll better fall back
And find a new hustle, we got this on wrap

[Verse 1]
Open your eyes, you're not imagining
It's not a magic trick, we got a manuscript
We really that good
We really this polished
We really that focused
We rarely miss our target
So when the missile's launching
Don't be a victim of it
Like blacks surviving in a system corrupted
You can't touch us, we that china that sits in your cupboard
Keep trying, we giants you ain't gettin' from under
What'chu getting is smothered
What'chu missing is something
The untangibles, we got it by the case-load
I'm from the state where they made soul
So if hip-hop goes to its grave, I got the next thing smokin' (yo)
[Hook]
I don't even know why you came 'round
We pros over here, this ain't no play ground
There's money on the line, ya'll better fall back
And find a new hustle, we got this on wrap

Aiyyo, I don't even know why you came 'round
We grown men over here, we don't play around
It's bigger than just money, ya'll should know this
And they don't wanna give us nothing, so we go get it (Uh-huh)

[Verse 2]
So move, and make way for the big dogs
We off the leash, young pups get lost
And back off when you see our mouths watering
Like Pavlov, don't be the appetizer we smash on
We monster mashing, haunt the establishment
We problematic with contraband in here
Two turntables and mics can be fatal to life
Expectancy rates if you taking us light
We the kids your parents ain't want'chu playing with
We dangerous like quick fuses when you put the flames to wicks
Psst, boom, the end, end up losing a limb
Mic league, why you foolin' with them?!

[Hook]
Aiyyo, I don't even know why you came 'round
We pros over here, this ain't no play ground
There's money on the line, ya'll better fall back
And find a new hustle, we got this on wrap
Aiyyo, I don't even know why you came 'round
We grown men over here, we don't play around
It's bigger than just money, ya'll should know this
And they don't wanna give us nothing, so we go get it (Uh-huh)

[Verse 3]
I don't care what'cha heard, or what they say 'bout
This that or the third, you around our way now
Ain't no time to rehearse this, do the dirt and get paid styles
Throwing up the bird, 'cause your words been played out (woah)
And I don't think you ready (no)
You look a little hesie (so)
I'ma introduce you to some real mic athletics (oh)
So get'cha mining gear, we always on the grind here
The sharks in the waters smell the fear when you tryna swim
'Round here, it's crabs in a barrel tryna get out
The scent of blood, sweat, and tears stench the air and stain the ground (yup)
So we forreal with it (yup)
You gotta deal with it
If it ain't in ya, then you might as well forget it, 'cause

[Hook]
Aiyyo, I don't even know why you came 'round
We pros over here, this ain't no play ground
There's money on the line, ya'll better fall back
And find a new hustle, we got this on wrap
Aiyyo, I don't even know why you came 'round
We grown men over here, we don't play around
It's bigger than just money, ya'll should know this
And they don't wanna give us nothing, so we go get it (Uh-huh)