J.R. Writer - SS2 Intro lyrics

[Intro: Duke Da God] And our journey leads us To this new found land my people We done walked too far, and f**ed up our feet to get here To let any of you co*ks**ers take anything away from us See the game is thirty percent mental, thirty percent physical and sixty percent heart And we was bred for this type of sh**, you feel me? Yo Writer, you was trained by the same n***as that trained al-Qaeda The time is now my n***a Let's go get 'em [Verse 1: J.R. Writer] I remember clear, it's been several years But to think how far I made it, I won't shed a tear I ain't never scared you queers, you wilding I've been styling since I came home in 2000 Who doubting? Tell him put his money up Must got guts like you need a tummy tuck Get the brother crutches, excuse me I'm a beast They knew me on the street before they threw me on the beat Posted on 8th Ave, like who I'm gon' eat? They all Scooby Snacks, and Scooby want a treat Nowadays they battle but won't do it for some weeks That weak, I rocked them little foolio's to sleep Capeesh? But I ain't with the battling or babbling Rapping what you haven't been, I'm facts you'll be imagining Me? I dazzle 'em, that's the way I rattle 'em A teacher to a student, what I'm doing, pa**ing 'em Style on whoever, come out in the cloudiest weather Thunder got 'em pulling out the umbrellas My first album was the first album I ever put together Still did a hundred thousand and better Cause I'm clever Meet at the spot if you finna cop, when you need yourself a rock semi and the pot (?) You see a n***a hot, give a n***a props How you gon' meet me at the top when I'm in the drop Huh? Go play in traffic you hating ba*tard I'm a great, all my Writer's Block's tapes were cla**ic Fact is, how I ain't the man when they saying "Damn, caught a million out of baby gram" Fam who getting with me, its been a rizzy You know that rush hour traffic, I'm getting busy f** is a 360 deal when I'm getting Matrix (?) On my 20/20 vision see it's 50/50 sh**, my heart is a cold brick Technically I've been the hardest since '06, b**h I'm moving, Pardon my flows sick Still rep Dip but I started my own sh** It's the Thund dunda, run with us or run from us Run fronter, tell n***as it's done summer Dumb f**er, this is easy, its A, B, C, until you get the D, E I don't give a F, listen I'm a G She get H, I with J, then skid off in a V See this is a slaughter, I run up to the boarder Treat 'em like Bin Laden, dump him in the water You f**ing with a baller that'll f** around and torture Had the beat taken more punches than Mayorga How I ain't sick, styling like this I'm like to welcome ya'll back to powerfulness [Outro: Duke Da God] See Writer, by the time these n***as figure this sh** out It'll all be over When these n***as gonna learn, you can't teach greatness They say when the gra** is low you see all the snakes I like to say: "When the gra** is low, you see all the fakes" But thank God it's a new day and we get another chance to shine So with every ounce of flesh in our body We gonna represent to the fullest SS2, Still Standing 2 Some of the realest sh** I ever heard Yo Writer, you have fully arrived my n***a