Kardinal Offishall - Everything lyrics

[Intro] [Kardinal Offishall talking] Bishop, what up my n***a? T Dot is in the area Yeah, Black Jays and Konvict is in the area (What up Black Milk?) Yeah, Kardinal [Verse One] It's so refreshin' when you hear my voice enter the mic device My existence to rap is like Sunday to Christ I'm an affluent member of the cream of the crop AKA stop rappin', let the bullsh** stop I ignite much burnin' in the hearts of men Reinstate the faith, hardcore will come again It's acrobatical, the way I flip my thoughts Like Ricky Ross flip coke in the 80's boss I'm all action Whether on stage or not The national anthem for T Dot is "Bumbaclot" So say it loud, stand up with your fists in the air If the shoe don't fit, n***a buy a new pair I was told n***as hate when they don't have sh** They unhappy with the type of success they get It's a whole new era like my man J-Dee After bullsh**tin', hatin', n***as get that money I defend where I'm from like a m**m militant Rob from b**h n***as and I give to the innocent Like a modern crusader who feels for the youth I stay cla**y but sometimes I act uncouth Like Ol' Dirty with a 40 yellin', "Brooklyn Zoo" Rest in peace, when I'm actin' a beast, that's for you Jeah With no fear, I embrace my home And make paper like I share stock tips with Sean Combs I ain't never sold a key, wasn't really my thing I sell dreams like I'm kinfolk to M.L. King With the attitude of Malcolm Height to string a bell Connects like Iphone, n***a all is well I'm so icey My nature has gone stone cold I'm old school I still live by a real code Stay loyal to your n***as, never snitch, MAN UP If you get it like I get, n***a put your hands up Black Jays! [Hook] [x2] Everything I utter I keep it raw for you Everyday I made it hot Year round Real hip hop back on top f** for formula Back how we used to rock f** bar structure [Verse Two] [Bishop Lamont] Kick a billion bars Big words, science text books, spit stars Influenced by Redman, Keith Murray, Nas Canibus Long before +Chicken Noodle Soup+ and fancy cars Name brands, Biggie made it fresh but y'all n***as made a mess Helped to slip and fall of rap to it's d**h Depth Or lack of Took it from the basement out the streets to the nightclub And left it Ain't nothin' wrong with dancin' But every f**in' song you n***as romancin' Get the current top singer, there's the hook Get Timbaland or Scott at a video and cook Ten minutes later, ding, out the oven Come another dance song, beats soundin' southern But you ain't southern, n***a you buggin' Cause back in '96, 2Pac had you thuggin' It seem to me the industry got an identity crisis Imitate whatever hot, not what's the nicest But what entices the purchase, the prices Sell your soul, let it float till you're lifeless So rest in piss you won't be missed Can't reach or teach slow n***as So it's cla**ed dismissed And in the end it's just a pad and a pen Tryin' to time travel, bring the old days back again [Hook] [x2] Everything I utter I keep it raw for you Everyday I made it hot Year round Real hip hop back on top f** for formula Back how we used to rock f** bar structure [Verse Three] [Trek Life] 6-0-6 Makin' a trip out to Grey One, just to cop me some new kicks Fresh to the finish, vintage lodge city attitude Bad mouth the old school friends sayin', "He mad at you." Thanks little dude you keep my laughin' As I gain latitude Realize you never really mattered at all Little chatterin' broad I'm money magnetic Feel blessed to be in the man's presence I'm on the grind like I'm runnin' for election Thee Obama of this rap sh**, here to capture the essence of the eargasm Wordsmith, you Will Smith actor A non factor in the grand scheme Pa** you like a Grand Prix at mach speed You like, "It can't be" Yes it can, I do it all to get you mad All the shows, all the tours, all the freshest raps Overseas, makin' cheese, n***as shut your trap Where I'm at homie touch the map I spin the globe Then conquer wherever it stop at And I can k** at heavy metal to a pop track Ensure my longevity and move steadily So I'mma let it live and let it be man And watch my daughter put her first hand prints in the sand Freestyle off the top of the dome It's like... Naaah. I'm just kiddin' man. Let's keep it rollin'. Peace