(Verse)
Got a buzz like I'm Georgia Tech,
They’re still cheering like I’m all that’s left
The air is toxic when you draw your breath,
Resurrect the music, I'm snatching it from claws of death.
Vital signs are improving, I make em lay down,
An idle mind is usually described as the devil’s playground.
My rep established I'm rapping just for the sport of it,
Been nice for a career, you just barely grasping the thought of it.
Indebted to the hood like a Rush Card,
Support her like push-up bras and lumbars,
Except I’m never sitting, I’m ever-living like Mummm-Ra, I’m the sun god
Smart as a whip, but forever rippin it dumb-hard
I see you fronting with your dollar store shades on,
Faker than abs that’s sprayed, artificial as rayon
Shung when I'm forming like voultron of young Raekwon.
Mix in a bit of KRS-One and Q-tip,
Rock him some of that ice cube, now who’s this
No one as gifted as this, so magnificent,
Classically consistent, I’m nasty as black licorice
Coldest, but I get the room hotter than bikram yoga,
Seen the show, you know I make the people move like an eviction notice
I’m focused, I’m Moses when the mic is on
That’s why these rappers scatter like roaches when the light is on.
(Hook)
Hold it now, I hold it down,
I’m staying where I’m at, you better go around.
You know the voice and you know the sound,
I rip the microphone and then I throw it down.
Hold it now, I hold it down,
I’m staying where I’m at, you better go around.
You know the voice and you know the sound,
I rip the microphone and then I throw it down
compositores: MICHAEL JACKSON, TALIB KWELI GREENE
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