Brown Bag AllStars - Got it all lyrics

[Verse 1:] (We got it all Soo.?) So tell your friends about concept And all the things you heard 'em say Rock your neck so hard that he can break your vertebrae Team will make the murder rate increase when they servin', aim The innocent bystanders as we bond standin' in our lane Maximized labels got more prisoners than Alcatraz System got more chips than Bill Gates' data has Matter of fact Imma break myself out of it With lines so heavy they're embedded from the sound of it The unsigned laced it Don't undermine greatness Don't wonder why these other guys don't f** with my placement I'm following no guidelines I'm fathering how I rhyme I'm clocking in, astonishing I'm polishing my 'shantan [Verse 2:] It's sort of simmlar to a cyclone I write poems with sick cyclable synergy Mirroring the effects of ingested hennessy (Speak...) sh**(oh sh**), religiously like, Christ was dizzy CVD, epitome of this music you use it pitifully I've been typically know for getting silly for years Recently I've been lazy (yawn), like insert simile here It'll be wierd when I crush your career without trying Like stepping on ant hills your man yells in (silence) We giants who leave your section like a war zone who*es all nice but we rocking like the doors gone (doors gone?) Yeah it's of the hinges (Oooooh) When I kick it, sh** no biggie When the Brown bags in your system Makes your sister wanna lick me See your sounds kinda stale and chewy like old pork rhymes While we swing the boom like a sailor turning portside Short fry? You can never f** with us, don't try My sh** drops, and it stops, the hip hop, apartheid [Hook] (repeating) (Scratched) The beats The MC's [Verse 3:] Well I'm the co*k of the walk Other motherf**ers are chicken sh** Stricken with conditions that only my prescription fits Syphilis slang that got their climmets congested It's simple and plain for you to mimic the best, kid But you ain't on the level to start sh** with the devil incarnate Her lengend, my art He's in the dredded, its just far fetched Her scar techs lacerate your veteran Confusing new jacks and captivating veterans Cats that's better than who? Better than who? I prefer to chill and exist to still in the bliss Cause even militants wish That 'out the k** and a**ist They could just recline without the feel of the wrist So come beat George Foremans grilling a b**h Untill he recognizes that I'm as ill as it gets Punk crews gets f** you's , to sit with the dead Brown bag got the syllabus grip Check it out (Haha) [Verse 4:] Hey yo, they speak of change but still not one thing is different Reach deep into my pockets but now all I feel is lint in there It's common to try and find forever whether or not They understand they should try to chase symphony I'm self scientific k** it, start it, Imma finnish it In reason, it's deep, can't recycle what I'm speaking My logic, these words are rightful triggered inner feelings My cousin just got back from Iraq, his mother squeezed him Like the trigger on his rifle back in Iraq He got home, didn't know that he would have to adapt To the change, everything is different, time moved on Friends don't speak to one another, nothing the same since he's gone Life spinning out of control, feel deep in his soul It only took him 2 years time, to lose everything that he owned The cards are dealt from a clock's hand The lock could change in time The only thing that you can't stop So you ain't wasting mine, no [Hook] (Scratched) The beats The MC's The beats The MC's We got it all Soo...?