Intro: Yo mana you ready man, you're on in 5 minutes dude, get stuff get your DJ and go kill it
I I'm blow Step out on the stage I'm infamous Sound of a thousand kids screaming all it Like you no my name? Or even know my songs (What!!) even no the lyrics to chant and sing along (uh huh) It's like eh yo, He got style I'm yeah yall, it's going down Emceeing with freedom I'm Kid's freaking the feeling of reaping the seeds and I'm And I like that, I'm a rap I won't come styling like ye plastic gats If you know I spit the syllables Were you Manafest style live at the rodeo, radio, video, stereo here we go
I've traveled all over the What's ye nose Rip the if it's sunny or snows Sell it to the rich feed it to the poor and you Its Kodak moments up in stereo
Rodeo, Radio, Video,
II Stage dive off a lyrical high without the red miracle signs through the man I Serve the most respect, I don't boast to get 6 zero check's survival of the People diss ye, like ye Battle freestyle you. Who's You a rhymer? ye have your lyrical chops top notch Before you get sling off the mic and cut It's a cold game pick up ye man You better have skills plus an ill plan Get thick skin or gain a lot of This is hip hop/ rock'n rodeo let's go!!!!
III Big to small crowds, any crowd We go to town, bust many styles People all across the island Kick freestyle's yall buck wilding My jeans is still sagging my face sweating Before the I'm in the bathroom resting My own private I peep a magazine Think about how I'm a emcee for his I want a freak yall ye so high I freedom in ye life at all times We gonna rock now and forever Are yall ready? (YEAH) than bring it