No escaping this
Oh, oh, oh! 2 G's mother, uh!
The Beatnuts y'all, uh!
Uh, oh! Juju, Psycho Les, uh, oh!
Turn it out oh, oh my god oh!
Oh-oh, it's the hardcore b-boy shit!
Hard to the core motherfucker, no keyboard shit!
Aiyyo the Nuts landed, so pack it up
Pass the mic to big Psych, the manufacturer
The architect, bringing you the art of wreck
You used to hate my click, now you want a part of it
We coming with more hits that funk like Parliament
Comparing me to another's going to lead to an argument
The heat we fry you with, straight from the armory
Guerilla army, we kill tracks in harmony
My Nut orchestra blowing fuses
Your amp can't hold this music, it's booming
I'm in my truck cruising, 97 tuned in
The latest news is the Nuts new album is ruling
Y'all vs the Nuts, you have a big chance of losing
(There's no escaping this) or confronting the union
So stop fooling yourself, and feel these Nuts
'Cause (no one's ready to deal with us) what?
(No escaping this)
(No escaping this) (world wide)
(No escaping this)
No one's ready to deal with us
Don't be humble, it's better to pull
Belive you eligible, get left like a vegetable
Man it's crazy and there's no escape
It's turned into a police state
The average cat don't even know his fate
Walking 'round like he hurting something
And there's nothing that he got to say that's even worth discussing
Listen to me, it's better to be
Lying dead with honor, soldier, than to never be free
Young niggas out here losing they dads
In the battle of the son of the fags
Every other country burning the flag
Don't let history repeat itself
That's how the devil plan to keep his wealth and feed himself
I'm the New York power hitter
Hit the devil in the fucking shitter
Take his manhood and all his glitter
Got guns ready to bust
No one's ready to deal with us
(No escaping this)
(No escaping this)
(No escaping this)
(No escaping this)
(No escaping this)
(No escaping this)
(No escaping this)
No one's ready to deal with us
Can't get away, there's no escaping this!
Surrender now, come out with your hands in the air
Oh, no! turn it out oh!
Oh my God oh! turn it out oh!
Oh my God oh! turn it out oh!
Oh my God oh! turn it out oh!
Oh my God oh! turn it out oh!
Juju, rockin' on rockin' on
Psycho Les, rockin' on, rockin' on
Psycho Les, rockin' on, rockin' on
Psycho Les, rockin' on, rockin' on
Psycho Les, rockin' on, rockin' on
Corona in the house (throw your hands up!)
Corona in the house (throw your hands up!)
Corona in the house (throw your hands up!)
Corona in the house (throw your hands up!)
Corona in the house (throw your hands up!)
Ay yo, it's your late night voice
We gonna pay some bills but we'll be right back to you with some new stuff
Tonight at Club Pinky's
Performing their new smash hit Te Rompo El Culo
It's the Beatnuts, yes the Beatnuts
First five hundred chicks get in free
Niggas 40 dollars before twelve, 10 dollars after
Club Pinky's, located at 248 East 34th street, Manhattan
Doors open at 6 PM, free chicken juice from 10 to 10:10 PM
No point in Harvard shoes, tie-dye smokes or shirts or tucked in sweaters
Brought to you by Pitfighting mucho Web Promotion
In association with Hennessy, Dutch Master, and Trojan Magnum
