Kidz In The Hall - Don't Stop lyrics

I stepped up from projects steps and step towards the unknown Side step mediocrity, I'm gone Basically back to basics Walking a fine line like a fresh pair of Asics Face it in the presence of a mastermind From Chicago Southside Cooking food for thought Open your mouth wide Rocking tide on the way for the flow Where your mind goes nobody knows When you reach that bridge pay your fare And trust me n***a like CC I'm going take you there And like a gla** cutter let me make this clear Kidz in the Hall will rise this year I want all eyes this year Bare witness with the quickness As I enter this stretch run Fond of fitness Relentless in the search of freedom Crook, y'all judge by the cov of wild knowledge freedom Some work for change others work for change Chase dreams to the last drop drips out the veins On my j ob I remain majestic Not a replica jersey Y'all not worthy It feels like Wayne's World Not ready for the revolution n***a, it'll pa** you by And you can't keep running away like Pharcyde Ain't much to shoot for when living on off sides Play ball or rap, can't do that Then move crack...lines in the pavement n***as talking out they a** Still not saying sh** [Hook] You can bullsh** with Rec if you want But I'm going make more n***as want me then the 1st of the month A presence in the hood call me transmission Sun and sunlight mashing the transition Man listen, this is more then words on the beat This is inner city life on the streets Of the second city the windy that never sleeps And n***as love to knock you down when you rise to your feet Welcome to fantasy island where n***as put grills in there mouth to hide the pain when they smiling Steady but violent N@##%s put there work of balling old rims And n***a I ain't talking about hoop dreams I'm talking loose schemes, diamond chains, and thousand dollar blue jeans On board for some new things Never really hunt for the stunt A credit card comes with an empty soul Mama always told me all that glitters and gold And even if you wearing gold it ain't making you whole Cuz money never ever fill the hole in your soul But it can make the hoes want to blow, robbers want to chill N@##%s play sick we can all get ill No thrills I deliver like Domino's Rap style honorable Head of the cla** Matter of fact, head of my time Revolutionary that just happens to rhyme Like Kweli I rock with a better design You ain't check that you need to press rewind For all intents and purposes My intent is to be intense Every word, phases, inquisition Metaphors and similes, is prosecuted Put on the track and prostituted To turn tricks get intimate With the sentiments of a genius Brain fa (fades into chorus) [Hook]