Yeah, it is DJ Format. With 2NA and Akil from J5.

We know something you don't know
and if we don't share then we don't grow
You da Bomb to set the whole world on fire!
Yo, we make you, feel the heat
this lyric liquid my gills increase, ill speach
stills at least 2na builds and reveals the beat
dollar bills don't make me feel complete
only the wonders of god can repell and dispell deceit
burn opponents until they smell defeat
i repeat, turnin moment was when they yelled 'retreat!' on the beat
my brain cells have tweaked from insane, levels of heat
i'm the fish, with the carnivorous teeth
But dis is the shark makin' me flush
right on the spot we making the clock
etched up so high so fexible not
Rocked up a detective come and inspect the spot, and if he did not?
I know we're not hot, and singin' the shop
whatever he say, reason we're rockin the spot
I secure my surface, the perf is out
at the beat you hop cuz the verse is pop
Electrical burnout, we turnout
fast and furious flames, you'll get the word out
You heard about what we 'bout
come to watch the word of mouth turnin' out without a doubt
No cuz always speakin' out
We won't last as fast as the past feel the blast
of the whole world livin' like outcasts
The eater provider
yo eat up the surry puffs, spark up the place with mikes to start a fire!

Chorus:
YO! The format is down pat
lets ya shownin' dat its da I kem charlie to the moma track
we always give that Steyr warfare rap, 5,4,3,2,1, time to blow back (x2)

This is the Soul-Jam victory-chipper
your whole camp quick to see anger but behold tramp pick the remainder
that whole damn trickery changed the game
put it in danger, givin it major fame
My task is tryina' excell past
the ill masks that glamour and glitz can spell cast
and through the foul trash absorb the shell blast
like [something] the most bombed hotel in belfast! BOOM!
Uh, my cousin rebeled like I had failed
pushing it to the limit when I serving 'em well
Yo cousin Gale, rolled up another ale
when Ken funk tough like mail
Five hands on experience
no relentlessness, top notch deliverence sound boy tennor ship
Protect the fame in the name of the innocent
spork the plane hot brain you can't steal the ship
I wasn't in the ship just in a test tube
i pulled my ship's pocket when in the restrooms, bleeding flesh wounds, pep tunes
you may think I'm makin' the rest soon
but until then we live in cold play
i cradle with the mic like rebecca de mone
impeccable foreplay rappers do what the song say
if you use your gift of tone, play the wrong way

Chorus (x2)
We know something you don't know, and if we don't share then we don't grow
You da bomb to set the whole world on fire

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