Language Arts Crew - Stop the Ramble lyrics

[Intro: Sample from [?] and Clint Westwood] [Sample from [?]] Okey dokey, boys. Here's your monkey, yo [Clint Westwood] LAC! SOS. Uh [Verse 1: Vric Enoh] Hello, open-headed. [?] at your doorstep With hard-knocking beats that'll rattle through your fortress As I serve one. That crazy crap addict That's slashing up your atlas with [our straighter?] tactics I'm up and over concrete and also play some bullsh** Take the time to drop my notion, painting pictures in two formats Nail in the boards ‘til the crown falls There's a downpour on the movement. Yes, we're glad you tuned in This is Language Arts, clicking on your local funky station Heads are shaking, mixing crops, and changing face as higher races Get ready for the quest and the voyage. Now depart Indeed, art contribute to survival as we see art [Verse 2: QS Zeus] We're of the origin, born to men from the foreign hand Now we enforcement for the law in the war of the pen To be more than your boys to men to old ba*tards Importance supporting your boys when all pa**es With all pa**words, all practical last words A ma** blur—back as you were with the bachelor The master of your masquerade, so now your a** could unwrap And now you're actually... I'm sad to say Get your back brace attached to your waist at a fast pace My raps place rappers in suplex and [?] Fracture your face so, um, bring back the doctor Your spot's been replaced, so you get crossed off the roster Yo, climbers gon' get it. Crunched up in this b**h Breaking shady motherf**ers tryna switch up on this sh** Make you vomit a [?] with the hard hits we rock with Yo, we promise to honestly give the drop of what hip hop is [Verse 3: Benny Medicina] Most try, most [gopher die?] Most die trying with they domes close by But grown folks die—the cycle that goes on So I repeat my steps to the gate we hold strong We pilots surviving to win—the mold is dangerous Yo, they all right from the wall and just watching it mold language And if rocking in full pages, my pocket of gold's weightless Though I'll turn impossible shows into top-notch entertainment We rocks spots on a daily and pull weight for the ma** A sacrifice leave the frontline and the trench taking a blast So your home for the rap and it is the same difference Soak through the brain on the track—we moving to gain significance [Hook: QS Zeus and (Benny Medicina)] Maybe I seen just a little bit too much ignorance—seen it all along (Seen it all along) Takes some time to build your sh** so it's strong (But be strong) Maybe I shown just a little bit too much patience—thought it wouldn't do me wrong (Why?) You see, this life is a gamble—like beats we drop, it's made of samples. For example [Verse 4: Clint Westwood] I got rhythm, I got music I got a TNT slump and you just can't diffuse it (Just what?) I wear my attitude with a loose fit I stare gratitude in the eyes ‘til it dilates with new vision The mission, the movement is fluid Flew in the minds. Dialect to annihilate the foolish (Fool) I create tunes to sedate my wounds Lay in my room, contemplating how to make my moves (Good luck!) as more preparation meets opportunity (I'm stuck!) where isolation supersedes unity k**ing you and me and everybody chasing the same dream Battling like enemy but we're all on the team Beginning to seem like the scenes got gangrene You amalgamated towel, the alchemy is amazing San Jose was shady, but we collaborate a fanbase Great enough to take back our space from this damn place [Hook: QS Zeus and (Benny Medicina)] Maybe I seen just a little bit too much ignorance (Come on)—seen it all along Takes some time to build your sh** so it's strong Maybe I shown just a little bit too much patience (OK)—thought it wouldn't do me wrong (Why?) You see, this life is a gamble—like beats we drop, it's made of samples. For example Maybe I seen just a little bit too much ignorance (Come on)—seen it all along Takes some time to build your sh** so it's strong Maybe I shown just a little bit too much patience (OK)—thought it wouldn't do me wrong (Why?) You see, this life is a gamble—like beats we drop, it's made of samples. Stop the ramble [Outro: Sample from Schoolhouse Rock's "Interjections!"] So when you're happy (Hooray!) or sad (Aww) Or frightened (Eek!) or mad (Rats!) Or excited (Wow!) or glad (Hey!) An interjection starts a sentence right!