Mr Klutch - To The Top lyrics

She like my crew, and the way I talk & the way I walk, she like my whip & the way I park, & the way I floss I'm from the bottom, my n***as they know I got em No holds I promote the sky high lyrics, boy you know my squad real Burnin like the summer field, yet so fresh Run n***a, save yo check n***a check my quota, below no foe, so opposed to encode broke joke posers They spite me cuz my top mean, sprite I got that lime green Front row I'm at every game, swagga oh so spike lee Sometimes I want the good times, rappin cuz I can No rappin cuz I understand, the top is where my shuttle land The bottom's where my stomach bled, hunger's what I must forget S-settle to no f**in man, hot I got that oven plan Shut it down, summer jam. New york city's own The future the chromosomes, molecular metronome Indebited majestic tones, chromatics revamp the throne Damn, how they gon rock when we got that RAM How they gon cop when we got them bands How they drop when we got that Jam Paper chasers, get ya engine runnin we gon get it goin My team at this paper like they left the windows open Radio we hot, 9-7, put that sh** together thats a hot 16 n***as goin ham & we got that cheese They said cash rules, gotta stack that cream You don't feel me though, I know u dont hear me so Watch me as I amp it up, Underworld we vamp it up 4th Quarter gon tear it up, R.I.P we in the cut How u like that metaphor designed up in that punchline Takin 6 flows & I spit it all at one time Greatness lurks, medieval sh**, we about to take this curse Morph into some sacred sh**, smarten up & take a pic Capture this pivotal sh**, before u miss this fatal tip, To The Top