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, that's right, Rak, it comes out so far from crisp, so I leave you wit this
Yo, to me it don't matter how dope you write or MC's without a should write a book You heard me properly, claimin' that shit you didn't, oh My crew's more dedicated than Rocky training in Put your gloves on, about to get than, can't withstand The comp left baffled coffee shops in Amsterdam I never got from an honorable mention So my hug the beat wit the tightest suspension
Don't fear on turns, of floor the corners Yo, that's my drive, got tracks beehives You can't pass my gate, a great mistake, you the cost You bigger me? You screaming, "Shorty no mas" Yo, some think I'm Others think I'm the one who makes too references to Whether or not I'm feelin' this words explain Yo, you set up a battle outdoors and for rain
ladies and gentlemen
Expand and dilate, so by the end of the When we put the mic Thinkin' D-Dilated Peoples heat That's guaranteed heat for sure, a pure Some try to do the same but they style pure A carbon copy, that's ev, it comes out so sloppy Plus far crisp, so I leave you wit this
Ai yo, you like who you hang wit And piece like who you wit Everything is merging, no who you bank wit Imagery battle hymns, poetry Platform show, by now maybe you Who don't scheme, but knows more lines Coke fiends Closing dark plates, hot and smoking green slow flow, thought provoking
Leaves mics, and stages broken Dilated y'all, y'all, wide awake Babu while Rakka rocks the break is a cycle to turn, vital to learn Next time other neighborhoods are to burn Toys meet the same steppin' in range Ain't your folks at you 'bout playin' wit flame? Can't be contained, front row's Alchemist load the track, Irisci, bullet
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 pure Some try to do the same but they ain't pure A carbon copy, that's right Rak, it comes out so Plus far from crisp, Babs, 'em wit this