[Verse]
Check, check
Tre Blanca
Cloud Nine
Yo
Young, militant, Mos Def
Who killing it?
Underground artist, who digging it?
Peep the flow
Niggas know we been the most dope
Lines like crack, serve it to the fiends 'til they overdose, uh
Word to Nas, spitting ether
Remember writing rhymes, "You behind," said the teacher
On tracks, I burn steam, no reefer
My nigga got his third strike, Adidas
Whack artists with bars couldn't reach us, uh
So effortless, emcee specialist running the game
Alpha, Beta, you can't step to this
They like, "Who Dat?" turn heads like Exorcist
Stack bread like Tetris, flows been blessed with so
God Emcee in the present tense, pay your tides
Until the wheels fall off, my bitch down to ride
Them guns barking, her jaws dropping, she swallows orphans in gallon proportions
A gold digger, she out her mind
Looking for love, as in searching for drugs
Like Novacane, just to numb the pain but pain, we still touch, she came
Knock me off my feet, in need of a crutch
That love hurt, like Cupid's arrow, it came with a punch
So fuck you and your heart
No giving up like beauty pageants, my passion to pour my all in this rap shit
Vivid words, no caption, until the day he composes a classic
Pray them sets sail like captain, yo
This Maryland nigga spit heroine
Dead rappers deceased like Marilyn, Lou Lynn and I'm buried in, uh
Will I live to be a legend, or die a martyr?
Starving artist harvest flows like the seas are parted
Money talk, while that conversation ain't even started
Student loans, government take your check and then deposit
Only thing college promises is the debt
Corporations ain't give a enough jobs to pay the rent
Mr. Presidential lies, it's evident, fuck evidence
Race and ethnicity is irrelevant
Fuck America, for garnish, society hold us hostage
Even after Shakur, Brenda's still visiting garbage, damn
Brothers raping our women, post-traumatic decision
Whether keeping her seed or head to the clinic
The realest reality: guns clap like encore
So casualty reoccurs in your family, fuck up right?
Life hit hard, Ali putting up a fight
Search for light, travel through darkness, cook up the white
They don't care, got you, cotton for the night
Got you thinking, "is there a God?" cause hell is in sight
I got to make it, basic, out of patience
Versus the congregation applause inauguration
Watching the Throne artist, dreaded like it was Haitian
Lone stoner, alienated, high than spaceship, uh
They beef but we pack the heat like it's Cajun
Retaliation is basic, the basis of all hatred
Poetry in the making, no secret like Freemason
Rappers don't make sense, their genre ain't ever changing
Promise to stay real, counterfeit can't replace him
Never had caught a body, no blood left on the stainless
Only fucking with green, like colorblind or racists
Chasing them stars, sprinting, soul serving them bars venting
He cooler than A/C, higher than stars chilling
Mary Jane got him lifted, higher than plane engines
They telling him he can make it just keep God in your vision
And I tell them that I'll embrace him while racing my competition
Promise to state truth in this booth with this composition
I been the one like before you call out long distance
Fuck the current, this present rapper been gifted
Gifted, this present rapper been gifted (gifted, gifted)
