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 like Step out on the stage I'm infamous of a thousand kids screaming all into it Like you no my Or even know my songs (What!!) Adlibs They even no the lyrics to and sing along (uh huh) like eh yo, He got that style I'm like yeah yall, going down Emceeing freedom I'm seeing freaking the feeling of reaping the seeds and I'm speaking And I like that, I'm a rap I won't come fake styling ye plastic gats If you didn't know I spit the Were bringing you style live at the rodeo, radio, video, stereo here we go
I've traveled all the globe What's under ye Rip the shows if it's 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 without the red eyes miracle signs through the man I Serve with the most respect, I boast to get 6 zero check's of the fittest People diss ye, like ye Battle you. Who's wiser? You a rhymer? Hope ye have lyrical chops top notch Before you get shotted off the mic and cut a cold game pick up ye flow man You better skills plus an ill business plan Get thick skin or a lot of weight This is hip hop/ roll rodeo let's go!!!!
III Big crowds to small crowds, any We go town to town, bust styles People smiling all across the freestyle's till yall buck wilding My jeans is still sagging my face soaked Before the I'm in the bathroom resting My own private seat I peep a Think how I'm a emcee for his majesty I want a yall take ye so high I want freedom in ye at all times We gonna rock from now and Are yall ready? (YEAH) well than it