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This the Intro Video (MV)




Performed By: CHC Beatlab
Length: 1:40
Written by: Richard Miller II




CHC Beatlab - This the Intro Lyrics




This the intro
Whatcha into
Say it how it is
We don't tip-toe
I'm 6 foot
Feel like 6'4
Elevator lyrics they don't sell at the store
So I had to go and craft my own
The mic ain't free
So I got a loan
Then I met a couple people in this path I'm on
Interrupt status quo with a traffic cone
Yeah
Pull 'em over
Society ain't sober
Witness the statistics
And I ain't talk Jehovah
Talking bout all these people tryna run you over
When you up in their path
And they're tryna feel the wrath
But I ain't worried about gas
I got my fuel
I ain't gotta worry about class
I got my school
And I come in like smooth criminal without law altercation
Lyricism with subliminal traces of education
My mind can never rest I stay working when on vacation
I gotta stay at my best so I always got medication
From the east to the west we gonn' take the nation
You better hear the heartbeat from reverberation
Out my chest
You know we the best
We coming to take over we passed the test
And you know I ain't got to worry about the rest
Cuz' I gotta put it on my heart son
And we out here reppin' it for Doc's son
And we out here big dogs no dachshund
And we gonna bite you gonna get rocked son
Cuz' we gonna rise up like the early morning sun
Yeah
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This the intro
Whatcha into
Say it how it is
We don't tip-toe
I'm 6 foot
Feel like 6'4
Elevator lyrics they don't sell at the store
So I had to go and craft my own
The mic ain't free
So I got a loan
Then I met a couple people in this path I'm on
Interrupt status quo with a traffic cone
Yeah
Pull 'em over
Society ain't sober
Witness the statistics
And I ain't talk Jehovah
Talking bout all these people tryna run you over
When you up in their path
And they're tryna feel the wrath
But I ain't worried about gas
I got my fuel
I ain't gotta worry about class
I got my school
And I come in like smooth criminal without law altercation
Lyricism with subliminal traces of education
My mind can never rest I stay working when on vacation
I gotta stay at my best so I always got medication
From the east to the west we gonn' take the nation
You better hear the heartbeat from reverberation
Out my chest
You know we the best
We coming to take over we passed the test
And you know I ain't got to worry about the rest
Cuz' I gotta put it on my heart son
And we out here reppin' it for Doc's son
And we out here big dogs no dachshund
And we gonna bite you gonna get rocked son
Cuz' we gonna rise up like the early morning sun
Yeah
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Writer: Richard Miller II
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