Artists :Icon, Pluto, and Martian
Instrumental:
[Hook-0:20]
This is Task X, you know who we are, Where we be,
We be on the streets on top of screens,
flashing from the power that we have on the scene.
Televising to you that you're no where near the squad,
it'd be suicide trying to get a hear from the squad,
We glue RD no one can tear this squad, Now its time to gear up squad.
[Verse 1-0:40]
I think its about that minute when I X y'all out, when we X y'all out, The G team X's yall out,
no x's left to single y'all out, excellent acceleration to ring y'all out.
There's no coming back from us in this helix,
I X out these men and burn them like a phoenix,
Then I pick up where I left off then remix,
the sequence to put a misery to these cryptic gimmicks by their weakness,
I'm a better marvel president then these kids that don't count,
I got them reading me, buying my comic work by an X amount,
I got these other salesmen on a discount, How are you beating me if nothing's hitting your account.
I bring the Ill factor like Nas no X after,
I climb to the highest peak lasting ain't never needed a ladder,
This is firm business with me, Pluto and Martian taking over universal
Don't mind seeing us time to go on commercial.
[Hook-1:21]
This is Task X, you know who we are, Where we be,
We on the streets on top of screens,
flashing from the power that we have on the scene.
Televising to you that your no where near the squad,
it'd be suicide trying to get a hear from the squad,
We glue RD no one can tear this squad, Now its time to gear up squad.
[Verse-2 1:42] [Pluto]
[Hook-2:23]
This is Task X, you know who we are, Where we be,
We on the streets on top of screens,
flashing from the power that we have on the scene.
Televising to you that your no where near the squad,
it'd be suicide trying to get a hear from the squad,
We glue RD no one can tear this squad, Now its time to gear up squad.
[Verse-3 2:43] [Martian]
Fuck the FBI, whip them 'till they reach the sky,
Fuck their wife and leave their children wide-eyed,
Going super spy, rope around their waist, we have you tied,
Torture you 'till you think of suicide, thinkin' why,
I Martian fucked on yo daughter, shes hotter,
I touch her thighs, 12:00 at night I called her,
Got her pics in the porn folder, wish that she was older,
I'm fucking the eye of the beholder,
smolder out the lights and suck on her thighs and shoulder,
I pull out my "gun" out of it's "holster",
I smell her odor, we still fucked when we were sober,
Her attitude is something polar,
I just don't want that cold shoulder,
Shes so hot but shes bi-polar,
And she's a smoker and a toker,
Charge her up with the white, call it solar,
I shine the light from above,
Give her cock and not love,
Not a game of true love,
Take my dick and then shove,
Our love never was.