Expand and dilate, so by the end of the we put down the mic Thinkin' Peoples brings heat That's heat for sure, a pure mix-ture Some try to do the same but style ain't pure A carbon copy, right, Rak, it comes out so sloppy far from crisp, so I leave you wit this
Yo, to me it don't matter how you write or look MC's a voice should write a book You heard me properly, claimin' shit you didn't, oh really My crew's more dedicated than training in Philly Put gloves on, about to get more than, can't withstand The they left baffled coffee shops in Amsterdam I got redemption from an honorable mention So my lyrics hug the beat wit the suspension
Don't fear on turns, of course the corners Yo, that's my drive, got tracks like You can't pass my gate, a great mistake, you paid the You bigger me? You screaming, "Shorty no mas" Yo, think I'm clever Others think I'm the one who makes too many to Whether or not I'm feelin' this beyond words Yo, you set up a battle and pray for rain
Attention ladies and
Expand and dilate, so by the end of the we put down the mic Thinkin' Peoples brings heat That's guaranteed heat for sure, a mix-ture try to do the same but they style ain't pure A carbon copy, that's ev, it comes out so sloppy far from crisp, so I leave you wit this
Ai yo, you speak like who you wit And piece like who you wit Everything is merging, no matter who you wit Imagery battle hymns, political Platform show, by now you know Who scheme, but knows more lines than Coke fiends Closing dark plates, it's hot and Sneaky slow flow, thought provoking
Leaves mics, and stages broken Dilated y'all, y'all, wide awake Babu revolve Rakka rocks the break Revolution is a to turn, vital to learn Next time neighborhoods are liable to burn Toys meet the same fate steppin' in Ain't your folks at you 'bout playin' wit flame? Can't be contained, front insane Alchemist load the track, Irisci, train
Attention and gentlemen
Expand and dilate, so by the end of the we put down the mic Thinkin' Peoples brings heat guaranteed heat for sure, a pure mix-ture Some try to do the same but style ain't pure A carbon copy, right Rak, it comes out so sloppy far from crisp, Babs, leave 'em wit this