feat. The Spirit of the Wu
(For the last year, there's been a lot music comin' out, the shit's been weak
a lot niggas tryin take hip-hop and make that shit R&B, rappin'
bullshit, know what I'm sayin'? Or make that shit funk, fuck that this is
MCing. This is hip hop.)
(Posdnuos)
And like the Wu we bring it to you in the purest form
We reside far away from the norm
Spawn from the big catch, the big bang, big breaks
Fetch pads and pens
Even with the pencils, rap labels study us
Flooded us with stencil
That's tinsel town, murder your display
And we stay flyin' even what the terrorists are tryin'
This to that town, monitor to pat downs
Searchin' for controlled substance with sustenance
We inventors of the drug ever since
Day glow covers, broke pots, green balloons
The black shirt sans stakes, Elevated noon
AOI, Grind, you hear it, understand we steer it
Some choose to veer it off the course
The main source missing, you paid no dues
You earn no pension, learn the rules
You could either be the pimp or the pimped out tools
Wack niggas do not forget
(Stop runnin' up on niggas with all that wack shit)
(Word up man)
(Talkin' bout you an MC)
(You ain't no MC)
Like me.
I bake workable art.
While a label worry about art work
The top of the chart perks
You need to insert a lot more of that original tier
That you can't manage, just causing damage
So just go, get away from here
You fuckin' the game up to low to aim up
So just go, get away from here
(Trugoy)
And some will believe that they are leaders
Young fella you a 2-Liter
Simply water weight, drownin' out the source
This lesson is aligned with an undergrad course
So sharpen your Papermate
My number 2's will make the beacon shine and...
The fine lining is detailed, the garment is retailed
But I don't buy rap or excuses
The code used to be an unspoken device
Since that's gone you see what rap produces (you know what I'm sayin'?)
The one on one the two on twos, assembled in the center of squares like statues
Understand I just do this I don't have to
(you know what I'm sayin' this is hip-hop right here
You know what I'm saying this is lyrics)
But you wouldn't know the feelin' if it slapped you
Like new credit the blood works indebted
Microphone dome and two pints of get right
I get my cardio up, my nigga
Don't give a damn about a party
I do it for the body
Upchuck your mandible the scramble is back
Since the two inch tape how ample is that?
Like furry dice hangin' off the mirror
Your position, is concerning my vision
These objects seem to be closer than they appear
And they can never catch us their direction don't match up
Just go, get away from here
Jammin' the lane up messin' the game up
Just go get away from here