By Marcus Pan
"Yo. Listen up. I'm about to tell you who we are.
Listen up, you, bout' to tell you who we are.
While I'm kickin' it live and gonna push it real far.
Fixin' the mixin'
that rises up to the stars.
Punchin' it, crunchin' it, cracking bass real
New ground, new sound, no idea what's in store.
Get a little
taste of it and you'll be running back for more.
To rock the mike, only
reason I'm here for.
Watch all the other suckers get knocked right out the
I'll tell you
that's our name.
Kickin', jammin', back'n forth is our game.
No other suckers can match
the very same.
Cuz' this hard hittin' bass track you can't tame.
INFERNO is me and I control the mike.
Never dis' a female cuz' every
lady I like.
Lyrical, symmetrical, my rhymes are out of sight.
those other sucker can go and take a hike.
My boy, BOB, is mixin' out the back-up.
Kickin' out the
bass while the rhythm just stacks up.
No need to worry when he's on the
Cuz' every other bass line he's gonna crack up.
And while he's
running I bust the lyricals.
Rhyming so fine you may think it's a miracle.
You might even think my rhymes are a bit satirical.
That's right, damn
straight, a little bit of a miracle.
Remember our name
You'll hear it
I said remember our name
nobody the same