Adrian Younge - Courtesy (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Rob A] This is the moment of truth We the owners, and you? Can step in the arena And let 'em see ya But ya beef'll be beat up By the leader of the scene I'll fill you with a full clip To keep the ma**es appealed Yeah that is the real Nah, no gangster sh** Just a kid bumping Gang Starr hits From a city called The Roc No kidding, it's The Rob Make the Streets Hop When they see Rob The God emcee in the minds of yours and mine I'm in my prime And I'm married to a dime Hip-hop's the illest b**h And the trillest sh**? Her buns be so perfect for a pimp, see? I be drilling it Man, if you tried it'd be like putting a five milligram pill in it Um, I slayed 'em I'm surfing through the lyrical murder, crime waving They tried to stop me but I ate 'em Like I'm ingesting the law (um) Whack rappers all I see, cut it out, I'll invest in a saw Man, all I do is mess with these songs Listen to Cozz in the car, what's the effect of it all? Man, I tried to quit, kid, it wasn't effective at all I just have to spit, b**h, like I was destined to ball I bounced back so high you wouldn't mention my fall So here's a lesson for y'all Be the realest, be the truest, be the best of 'em all I'm in the building, you were left in the hall So what's the lesson, recall? My flow can pour slow, it's my specialty sauce I'm just a little ticked, kid, don't piss the rest of me off Say you the best, if it's in jest than be gone I eat a beat, digest and then yawn (Isn't that special?) [Outro: Rob A] Awww Naw I'm Raw...b Ayyeee I wanna be (wanna be) The very best (very best) Like no one (no one) Ever was (I respect that)