*clears throat*
Intro & verse 1
[j bush]
Yeah we back...
We ain't playing
I mean you know how it goes sometimes, though
Sometimes you just gotta go hard on 'em
Tell me what you call that
k**ing with the raw rap;
Taking all yall back, j-bush scheming;
New sh** on wax
Up in the trunk; off to the west side;
California dreaming; each and
Everyone should know what i'm on
When- I, pen down these songs about reaching
Out the box, not bout to stop
They couldn't do this sh** without my squad
The verdicts out; we riding til the end of it
My god, i roll with good guys, with songs that's so fly
And your girl say 'she feeling it'
Tell her it gets better
I got a world record; on some Guinness sh**
Yeah, i mix the rhyme with the reason
So fly, the sky is where the feet is;
Reach, before i dive in the deep end;
Gotta tell the world that it's good guy season
Sample:
Got to write the rhymes up
N' queue the tape;
WOOP
We give 'em more of that franchize
Anti-hater sh**;
From the minor leagues to the major's with
That raw boom-bap
Bout to go cross seas with it
Got to write the rhymes up
And queue the tape;
WOOP
We keep it rockin
Til the sun don't shine
It's that crew from
8-6-5 , we too great
Verse 2
[black atticus]
Well it's that microphone vandal that be rolling with S.T.A.R.R
The booth smell like Jack Daniel's, man i stay at them bars
These new rappers sub-par, they be talking too hard right?
Acting like they tumbled out the womb in a gun fight
Numb from the waist down, pants be dumb tight
They business in the street, cause they business ain't run right
They should run it like, 'i don't wanna stay here'
But success it's like headlights, i fear my deer
((when I))
Grab the mic, the crowd cheers
((cause I))
Been working on my craft for years
Even my explicatives addictive to their ears
A real lyricist it appears; quite surely
Lord have mercy we southern like master percy
With no - limitation, can feel -the vibration
From clear - across the nation
Impeccable stimulation
A.T. cooking beats, in a J-Dilla apron
Queue the Tape, man
Sample:
Got to write the rhymes up
N' queue the tape;
WOOP
We give 'em more of that franchize
Anti-hater sh**;
From the minor leagues to the major's with
That raw boom-bap
Bout to go cross seas with it
Got to write the rhymes up
And queue the tape;
WOOP
We keep it rockin
Til the sun don't shine
It's that crew from
8-6-5 , we too great
Verse 3
[j-bush]
Ok Ok Ok I'm back
It's the bully, treating rappers
Like children on the track
Stress the issue when it comes to making raps
So persistent with the lyrics, and my vision gave me that;
Rap daily i be on my job, queue the tape
Make the Devil say 'Oh, my God'
Praise Allah for the life I live;
Who'd a thought I would cross this bridge?
It's a trip, how excellence of checking the rhyme
Got 'em to switch, from a shrimp
To elephant size, so big
Pay them haters no mind, they so pissed
Cause move in a hell of a stride; don't limp
[yeah] this is me man, now what you gone do?
And get your ponchos on when i storm through
I warn you with the mic i'm leading;
Hey world it's good guy season
Sample:
Got to write the rhymes up
N' queue the tape;
WOOP
We give 'em more of that franchize
Anti-hater sh**;
From the minor leagues to the major's with
That raw boom-bap
Bout to go cross seas with it
Got to write the rhymes up
And queue the tape;
WOOP
We keep it rockin
Til the sun don't shine
It's that crew from
8-6-5 , we too great