We gone rock this shit every niiiiggghhhtttt
So wont you listen to the rhythm its tiiiggghhht
Its takes you off into a feeling that riiiiggghhhtttt
Im soooo high blazed spitting shit on the mic
We on time

On time wit my rhymes suckas hatin imma shine
Do my thing on this mic spittin mine by the line
Grimy shit was a factor growing up broke
So I learnt much faster smoking weed fifth grade
High as hell but I could not tell
Why the fuck my report started saying fail
At age 16 yo I said fuck school
I’d rather make money and these books aint true
I spent a lot time writing rhymes making beats
witta a bullshit job got paid every week
And my paycheck was cheap so I learned how to twist
Pay my fuckin rent off a little bit of this
And it don’t mean shit don’t make me better
The game is survival so I gotta get my cheddar
Cant blame me im just playing my cards dealt
the rhyme n the rhythm make em listen so I feel

We gone rock this shit every niiiiggghhhtttt
So wont you listen to the rhythm its tiiiggghhht
Its takes you off into a feeling that riiiiggghhhtttt
Im soooo high blazed spitting shit on the mic
We on time

It don’t matter mothafucka wut ya say
Imma rock this flo bh0u but not for the fame
Why explain if you cant understand
So ya talk alotta trash just ta call ya self you a man
You bitches cant fuck wit us ya tryng to hard
Motha fuckas gotta punch every two bars
About some weak shit nobody pay attention
Can you listen for more than a few seconds
You over rated yourselves n thinking that you pro
But really you just bozos that cant flo
So get ya nose out ya dope sack an hope that
One day you could be good enough to drop tracks
The fact is you aint really got no rythim
When beat kicks in yo I gotta get em
Rip em up from the jump no hesitation
drop lyrical bombs fuck perpetrating

Real hip hop wont stop wont die
Wont stop wont die wont stop wont die
Real hip hop wont stop wont die
Wont stop wont die wont stop wont die









Im hip hop to the core you more like c b 4
always on some shit you never did before
And probly never will do stinky like mildoo
I come wit da facts lyrically I kill you
Real wit deese flows I dont talk about material
Gloatin on possessions in ya flows you dont even own
Up to ya dome witta rthym an a rhyme
my flows sublime so its blows ya mind
come back witta rap thats more than punchlines
ears ring for the mic like bells at lunch time
Imma fiend for this music why abuse it
keep makin new shit beats all exclusive
I aint following trends I got my own style
haters wanna friends up on ya profile
Imma just smile an say fuck yall
keep rockin this rockin this shit Imma stand tall


We gone rock this shit every niiiiggghhhtttt
So wont you listen to the rhythm its tiiiggghhht
Its takes you off into a feeling that riiiiggghhhtttt
Im soooo high blazed spitting shit on the mic
We on time