Wrekonize - Groundwork (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Wrekonize] Let's go back to church, you ever get that feeling? That you're not alone? Yeah, yeah I get that too Wait, actually, I got some friends with me right now [Verse 1: Co$$] Yo, from ash to a** to dust They dollar be they pope they praisin' Dope and I'm like 'Nope' so they callin' me blasphemous f** that ignorant, they want me to show my a** If you got Eminem's complexion some - nuckers (?) turn to slaves God bless your soul nah, God curse you spirit Comin' with that Jew sh** fear this Stompin' on these n***as toes, FE FI FO The industry got n***as chemically imbalanced You don't need no talent these days Just somebody that you know - in the game But I'mma put some hurt - in ya frame With the rhythm cleat you know I'm kickin' dirt. on ya name I'm the realest me you n***as fake and front what ya playin'? Or you could beek another gain some image in exchange For some fame, take his name Claim you doin' what he did f** the truth, if it's gon' get you paid You gon' slang them fears to them kids Tell me, who slang rock? Who shootin' at them n***as on the block Who pistol co*ked? You's a mixture of that 'Pac and that pot that you be puffin' I keep it movin' like the hands on the Doomsday clock I got's to keep my mental focus on the top Cause the minute that you slip, the next minute yo sh** flop And forgot, like, "Who was that Co$$? I can't recall", cause Most these n***as shootin' for stars, they aim is off, get Covered then, smothered by famous they frame resolve In the scripture those who turn to Saul, became the sought Dumb nucker, we so called mens we thumb-s**ers When we starin' in the eyes of the storm, become wind Yeah, in a game where some win Some sell they soul to be on what we on but we gone [Hook: Wrekonize] Shake limits and take it to fake gimmicks Even create image, sh** do what you must to break ground I'm in it for great livin', the fannin' and great givin' Man my kingdom was made to break ground To break ground, to break ground, to break grou-ah-ah-ound To break ground, to break ground, to break grou-ah-ah-ound [Verse 2: Akrobatik] I break ground like earthquakes, sledgehammers Livin' on the edge, man I been rotted Same time true melodic, (Who the hottest?) Akrobatik, Wrekonize, Ruthless artists Ladies taste the blue exotic, 'Bartender, two hypnotics' Our crew demolish while you lookin' for some shoes to polish Too cool for college so I hit the streets to do my knowledge You f** around and catch a group of brolic brothers standin' Troop asylum ready to get super violent lyrical Bazookas wildin', with the f**in' force to nuke a island You ain't sayin' sh** unless it's some'n you can do for my kin My crew supplyin' all that sh** you love when you get high and Pa** the L around and lift your mind state, to the sky and Levitate, for a minute, meditate, while I spit it To be great, I'm committed, so I take it to the limit and beyond This sh** that I'm on got the whole planet trippin' love That's why I'm always gone I break ground [Verse 3: Ras Ka**] Sam Speed told y'all, think you better Wrekonize Y'all heroes jump off the roof, I respect The Other Guys Check my pulse it's pumpin' BP Leakin' on the Gulf I clean it up just hook me to a IV See me like a construction work, a construction Tim's hard hat Buildin' like a master mason I will serve a God that, bag of chips I'm all that Standin' on a scaffold made of dead rappers Good Native American p**y is red snapper Son, y'all n***as is big dummies I'm Fred Sanford This goes out to Tampa, Orlando, Miami San Diego, Oakland, Los Angeles County Allow me to move dirt, like the Sandman Crack the earth to proportions of the Grand Canyon Damn y'all stand under unstable tables of foundation Can't comprehend? I'm ground breakin' [Hook] [Verse 4: Rudi Goblen] The monkey's out the bottle So I spit-shine my own light bulb, then cover ya back Cause epiphanies to follow Me to put a knife in the fan and apply planning See a man that can't stand is a man that can't land it So where ya guts at, you stutter and stumbling You need stuff your stories in a sack and set your pace back Avoid the void from coming, you running yo sh** is bubbling I plummet and push the pedal palm the problems in the ground beef I'll be, THAT vagabond out in South Beach Screamin' "I'm gon' make it!" 'til my motherf**ing lungs bleed Pardon me mister, I got a press packet pistol That I'll shoot ya with When I write the right for my stage life How many people know G? Well I know that I don't give a bu*t Cause I'm f**in' luck until it owes me See I'm a Flipside King drinking Crown, clown Those who oppose it gettin' stuck if they don't bow down [Verse 5: Saheed] This is ground breakin', I leave the town shakin' You don't never hear 'bout Saheed sittin' 'round waitin' I gotta take it I'm tired of bein' patient Run up in the station tell the DJ play dis so everybody's gettin' SPRAYED, I'm tryna' get PAID, cause brother I be Bangin' out cla**ics everyday Rock on top of beats and break the foundation where you lay I swear to God the strength is right there upon the stage When I'm there The competition here that's sayin', "This is not fair!" f** you, you should call this filterin' the top tier Yo I be wreckin' mics and breakin' ground with Wrekonize I pick the best of everything and put the rest aside I get my blessings right, cause I'm in this for great livin' New Year's resolution was to be on top by Thanksgiving You should be thankful you'll be safe 'til November now Rearrange your agenda or leave this place in a stretcher [Interlude] (What in the hell are they waiting for?) I ain't think we'd have time for this, but uh f** it [Verse 6: Wrekonize] My song's tellin' me to take cover and y'all Better be ready to brawl, enemies heavenly fall Whether we rock the spot, or not, the Emba**y Has got you online searchin' for pop like Tron Legacy I'm schizophrenic with career goals I'd like to show you what the f** I'm talkin' 'bout Got time? Well here goes Took it from Madeline to rockin' out with Cash Money Makin' some Strange Music who's to take that from me? I'd like to see them claim they're that hungry I see 'em in their whips, waitin' for hits Like f**in' crash dummies I walk the planet underhanded but I'm overjoyed To walk towards the light excited, I'm a solar droid I'll make the sound smirk underneath the clown shirt Jugglin' the clown jerk, you got a life and found worth I got millennia to take you through the outskirts But that's a job I'll gladly accept, cause that's my groundwork