Cy Young - Low Budget Allstars lyrics

[Verse 1: Kev Brown] It's real music so don't get it confused with Them other dudes you've heard, it's all polluted The true soldier's here, you need to salute him With no interruptions until the conclusion My crew's been slept on for some time now Still here writing these rhymes down Still scribbling out the racket, Wimbledon Ralph Figuring out the next move, different amounts Cash to make once you get past the fake Later for them for under-estimating a gem They don't understand Thank God for the fans that's die hard For y'all, can attest to that The new stuff coming out, we the best of that Years from now see where all the rest is at I don't kick dollar-bin raps, let it be known It's cla**ics being crafted till I'm in the casket [Verse 2: Kenn Starr] It go one, two, three and to the four, five Come through, we get it so live For the speakers, a matter of fact Over beats when I'm riding the track or when I'm talking to y'all Squad up, whole arsenal raw You washed up like Arsenio Hall You not tough, stop putting thought into your bars You not us, take it lost like a man, admit it, you got crushed But since you kept running your lips it did not hush Ended up like Mike did with them kids and you got touched Ended up like Mike Vic in the pocket, you got rushed And we went right quick in your pocket, you got stuck Give it up, and just in case you planning to fight back I play baseball with your face and a spiked bat Avoid the buck fifty, you thinking we Jah Cool That's like Lloyd, Buck and Fifty singing for Ja Rule [Verse 3: Oddisee] Y'all fools for thinking we're stopping, please We're making paper like we're chopping trees It's hard labor like we're chopping trees But God gave us the gift to up piff like we're chopping trees With the scripts that I rip like it's [?] paper Stole a dream up my sleeve, I'mma wear it to caper So, Your Honor, I'm guilty as charged No questions asked, I seized the moment and I'm bending the laws No gravity, high forms of flattery, on the cusp When n***as clone a style that they mad at me, on my nuts Pause, I'm an all-star, F1, light the flag Best of raw soul when the harbor guns is on blast I'm here to shine light on n***as like the po-lice do Now they runnin' my plates and got a gun in my face because the flow lethal I told ‘em that he's hoping not the type of dope he's smokin' [Verse 4: CY Young] I don't mean to sound like I'm meaning to sound off But if you don't put it down trust I ain't coming around y'all I used to be sound with the round ball But now I sound good like I found a new reason to sound off CY Young, not because of the As But more so because of the way cousin would get paid But this is just a side way ‘Cause I don't purvey like I'm getting bank I don't care what you think Me, I'm on the brink The cusp like dawn of the sunlight The crutch, I ain't leaning, I come right So you should get the feeling it's done right And when you get to hearing know the difference between us and not quite [Verse 5: Kaimbr] Unlikely spite, nah We plan to handle like chances Time to double up them advances You a fan of that, cancer I'm doubling pampers Onesies, [?], strive right, walk with ‘em Coulda bailed, stood a chance I could feel So when the speaker blow it's more wind for your sails Single pops, sending y'all single shots No preliminary warning, I'm on it Official world [?]global warming Shine, bet the moon reflect the heat swarming Grind to the sky, project my broad's armor Soldiers in the struggle, salute us with your arms up