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[Odario] From dusk til dawn my click bringin hits heavy by the ton Odario and Spitz, yeah we moving on Kicking balistics All night long, your favorite song [Spitz] I've got this obsessive, compulsive type reaction Craving for perfection when it comes to rhyme selection No detection, or flaws We got the rhymes to drop drawers Resevoirs that are fluid and drown competitors [Odario] Word Without a doubt we got The Knack to entice Quick to shout it out to all the brothers on the mic Give the people the style they like Respect ya like, so your mic sound nice [Spitz] Yo, microphone check one, hip hop expression In it's simpliest form it means pay attention No exception, we gets biz with no questions So ahead of my time, had to wait for my reflection MCs want to test but I got exemption Letras de cancionesLay on the pressure like water retention I feel bloated, spill what I got and reload it In Mood Ruff they trust tot bust raw, don't misquote it [CHORUS] [Odario] We are the architects [Spitz] We innovate the now to achieve the next [Odario] Fine design and when we build a track A known fact, we got The Knack for that (yeah) A Knack for that [Odario] We are the architects [Spitz] We innovate the now to achieve the next [Odario] Fine design and when we build a tralock A known fact, we got The Knack for that (yeah) A Knack for that [Spitz] I'mma get nice on this mic device with 'nuff lyrics To crush spirits of MCs that generic Mood Ruff sound just like WHAT I won't hear it Why's there a need to compare it? T-O Engineering to make the head nod, body rock Light up the spot so B-boys can pop lock Vinyl in the hands of Stress and Dr. Shock Finesse and Grasshopper got the city on lock Go on with your big talk Sure shot, Mood Ruff outline wack rhymes in chalk You defeat me is like hail mary jumpshots From the parking lot with no time on the clock [CHORUS] [Odario] System automatic, my rhyme sporatic I have you out your dills like bad credit You can't let it, get inside your head Situation down to leave a man dead Like infrared I apply mad pressure The lost one need some new direction I run tings, like a pacemaker The breath taker, the mover the shaker The mountain top when it comes to hip hop My mood's real smooth and proves to show shock With the Mood Ruff sound going from town to town Respect the local, see the world reknown Then advance at the hands of time and reason See the promised land, let let me in Tell 'em who's the man Tell 'em why we're here Now rewind this back and let let me begin [CHORUS x2] From Letras Mania