Uh huh
Yeah
Uh, Been a minute, the city back on its shit
again
Let me find out they're checking for who
can spit again
While y'all out there leaning to get crunk
Being 'bout it, and turning up, I never
stopped what the penning did
Hominems, haikus, stanzas, and synonyms
Similes showcase what getting busy is
Bar for bars, rappers were all subpar
My shit was awesome [?] bodies with no
regard
They ain't care about spitters when I was
starting to pop
I was clicking with Preem, Mims was
making it hot
Party Like A Rockstar, Shop Boyz had it on
lock
I was just another star on the block
But lookee here, lookee here, now dudes
starting to care
About who really be spitting, the magic
back in the air
I ain't signed by Hov or endorsed by Dre
Shit I been had something to say
Tell 'em I get down, shit I'm repping the
town
Plotting on the crown, problem pound-for-
pound
Tell 'em I get down, ripping it all around
Stay true to the sound, adjectives and
nouns
Tell 'em I get down, repped for the
underground
[?] the sound, to the top I'm down
Tell 'em I get down, homie I get
Tell 'em I get, homie I get
Tell 'em I get down
Like the top of the drop, drop when you
come through the block
In hood weather, good weather or not
That means grind 'til you shine, it's good
whether or not
They fairweathers in here whether it's better
or not
And they couldn't weather the storm, they
reign at the top
Well surely they Katt Williams right before
Kevin Hart
Talking stats and not status, either get it
or not
My days spent trying to get it and knot
Tryna get it to knock for blocks [?], better
get it to rock
Or better yet, better get it to rot
The boy wonder is chalked full of the dope,
I'm just full of the hope
The triple threaded double entendre single
me out
Fuck it, it's all mathematics, grammatic
I emphatically had it below average, stats
high, that's the status quo
Woah, tell 'em they just don't know
My little [?] not little Jon while you was
getting low
