Lyrics Born - Top Qualified lyrics

[Hook] Fire up the hit We gona say it - say it Do it - do it Make it good We're top qualified We're top qualified We're top qualified Yeah we're top qualified [Verse 1: Aceyalone] It all started when I Took it and hit it then Hip Hop had never been the same Soon as we hit the limit I was bound to get in it for the crown Glory storyboard euphoria Choreaographer laughter master editorial Guider glider provider book writer Making you tighter outsider strider Who made the pied-piper sniper into fighter Cryogenically frozen b-boy posing Trapped in a capsule wrapped so brilliantly This captain one-man wrap show broken axle They thaw me out so stall me out They brought me out for a reason They call me out for this particular task Don't ask just know Brains and brawn the game of pawns Remaining calm against a gang of cons I came & gone in the wind like dust And bust again combustible pen We all gotta dig down deep within And defend this frontline I want mine to resemble the coming of a new day Top qualified bonafide signified n***afied dignified MCz of CA (of California) [Verse 2: Lyrics Born] Probably the only time in history Y'all gone find this caliber MC Poll'n on one track it's risky Ollly - oxen - free! Ooh the possibilities My soliloquy on this industry We make records and y'all make Wham - O - Frisbees Catch it dog! Lyrically we hard for y'all to pick up on For us this is stock delivery Caught y'all off guard! Crept up on y'all didn't we? Y'all out shopping putting lots of dollars In other people's pockets Not talking about nothing honest positive or otherwise interesting That's why when y'all fall off And y'all want us to drop that extra dime Inside the empty carton of Haagen Dasz ain't no sumpathy Cause the j**els that we drop are the most flawless rocks On the periodic charts period honest to God end of story Put simply we the new trinity times two Ooh Jiminy Crickets look who's with me We too deadly we the new symphony uh! Another victory [Hook] (2x) [Verse 3: Abstract Rude] We more GabStracter Than many a wack rapper That wanna be tough acting But really they fud**packers give 'em Service rendered we hurt a pretender Urban music defender And murder you to the end of the track rip 'em I'm back wit 'em we got 'em back peddling that did it Stract's settling what was past due from last credit You couldn't win with all the raffle tickets Ab said it You can take it to heart I'll break you apart & always hit my mark With the state of the art edition We're finishing what we start In L.A. it's raw they etch 'em With an outlining in chalk For the Haiku rhyme we're making Word to the Quanuum verb we're conjugating Styles illuminate to form a California constellation [Bridge] This is that heat they warned ya' of Double duals the 450 revvin' on Cast iron & 10's what the oven's on High it's a blazing light & the fire's right here [Verse 4: Lateef] We're k**ing it, you feeling it? You're chilling huh? Got that most evident fm equivalent Of that propagandic frequency top billing it We stealing it multi syllabic kenpo action That will snatch that mic up outta your hands And smack you umpteen million times for asking Consider it - before you utter even a little bit Of rhetoric outta ya lips about whether or not This or that coast is the better This sh** obliterates any competition And makes them all look illiterate You will lose like the confederates Never will we let them shackles the wrists Of the fists of mighty men that hold The gift of life and d**h To breathe life in again they too repetitive In the hands of the wrong man it's like a sedative But we will hold the device right Infuse with life and let it live again [Hook] (2x) [Verse 5: Myka 9] Style one Knowledge of spoken words and rums heard From stereo ca**ette tapes material early new wave Style two Wisdom of working sound systems Demos over breakbeat instrumentals listening to KDAY hits Style three Overstanding me as an MC Parakeeted by every thief that ever breathed I carry secrets on each leech Style four Culture has emerged from urban to suburbia turf wars Battlezoids receive ulcers Style five Power to survive the onslaught of heinous jive talk I've stalked over bloody side walks live Style six Equality opportunity server to any word nerd version that fits And taking my first weed hits Style seven God bless the child who got his own Rhyme zone time tone touch and savvy swagger together Style eight Build up more business bargains with jargon and video stardom Haikulicious Myka Style 9 [Verse 6: Gift of Gab] "G" be me, he be freely seeking these frequencies releasing Peaking reeking thinking so deeply deleting these delinquent Eenie meanie tiny toddler rappers sergeant master Author blastin' cause disasters falling faster in the zone - stop! QP Fellowship elitely keep the e-m in emceeing Flee to realms distinguishing the things that bring Our beams are gleaming cream your team we deem supreme It seems the keen-ness keeps ya screaming Means we think & dream free streaming ahead of the flock - stop! Fiending meaning leave you steaming Seaving weaving teasing these emcees we seasoned Easily believe and see the reason we got keys to kingdoms Seize and freeze ya please believe or please get these Our steeze is cool as breezes we like Jesus when He walks - stop! PS no BS like ESP let's see where styles take us to see ya Cuz we out for eons through chaos we free ourselves be ourselves Stay out there way out there traveling through thought [Bridge] [Hook]