RyKo - The Message lyrics

Intro: What up y'all? It's RyKo That old school vibe Something to bump in the ride That boom bap rap Then the beat gets, scratched Check it out now, listen Verse 1: I'm bringing the old school back and no you can't get on a track The back to back champ, sipping cognac and playing blackjack I know you're probably taken aback at how I flip these words like flapjacks You got yourself an insomniac, on the track Hip hop is dead I went to hell, and brought it back Well rounded like a cul-de-sac, how raw is that? Amanda Bynes, I'm all that And then some, so sick like influenza Nobody understands him But your girlfriend and all her friends say he's so handsome Words is bliss and it's ridiculous These rappers getting famous spitting this ignorant sh**, I'm dismissing these kids Sadistic visions, of hieroglyphic images I'm distancing myself from the competition I spit this sh** with precision I pop a Ritalin, and leave my opponents limbs missing Scratch it up Verse 2: They heard I can rhyme nice, so now you wanna be tight right? On my way to the limelight and they watching, like a pay-per-view fight night It's my time to kick some fly rhymes I'm screaming rest in peace every day to the greats who paved the way So a young cat like me, can do his thing today Hip hop runs deep in my veins, I go insane in the brain medula, oblongata I oughta say wa**up to my momma cause I wouldn't be here without her And wa**up to my doubters, I'm really proud of ya Still hating, even though you play my sh** every day? It's an honor Now back to the track, my rhymes are deadly call it acid rap No chance to withstand this attack I attached a backpack of explosives And I'm about to blow, even though I know you got to know this Verse 3: Elevating to another destination Enjoying conversation with blunts in rotation Salivating in anticipation, medication I got from Capsule Corporation Super Saiyan slayin, these radio stations Hip hop abominations, this is Obama's nation But I still see discrimination and poverty in these third world nations That's not just speculation The youth is en route to be nothing but some brutes Animals in a zoo we let loose on each other Harming one another, run and duck for cover Protect your mother, and tell her that you love her A blessing to this rap game, I'm well respected I ain't one to be tested, so here's a quick lesson You'll be hard pressed to find another who's best can stand next to this And that's the, message