[Intro: Deepspace5]
Start right here
[Verse 1: manCHILD, Playdough, Listener, & Freddie Bruno]
Start from the A, walk a little ways
Call it how I see it in the middle of the day
Wigglin' the hay cause I stay
Where the tumbleweeds blow my way
Buddy, yippee ki-yay
Raised in the Midwest you know who the best is
Ozark Empire, where the nights are restless
Uh, North Texas, oh what a great day
Head to the office and walk in the sun's spray
Hungry for apart of taking back my city
Sing a song of revolution, never will I whistle dixie
With pixie sticks, man, I'll get these kicks
Turning local emcees into Dixie Chicks
Hit these licks with the blade from a combine
Jump start the heartland see where the sun shine
Right on time with the right rap line
Metaplexed emcees know the steez from the grapevine
[Chorus: manCHILD, Listener, Freddie Bruno, Playdough, & (Deepspace5)]
Atlanta, Georgia (start right here)
Ozark Empire (start right here)
Deepspace, Dallas (start right here)
(Don't know where it stops but we know that it starts right)
Dirty South and it (starts right here)
Razorback Country (starts right here)
Homestar State and it (starts right here)
(Don't know where it stops but it starts right here)
[Verse 2: Freddie Bruno, Listener, Playdough, & Manchild]
Lord, guide me, right here beside me
Place the words on the page right where it should be
Pull these thoughts from the sky for you to meet
And set these words on the streets in concrete
The bomb beat, I'm working Sivion heat
It's not cheap, bought it from my local swap meet
Rollin' on the wrong street so I double back quick
Couple raps that I spit with a subtle crack whip
On the fresh tip, fresh hit
Cut the vibraphone the groove sound stupid
Use this kick and snare as my canvas
And brush out abstract take no chances
And this beat will get sandwiched
Cutting off the crust to bust, nourish the land with
Plans to expand the bandwidth
Transmit manCHILD's animal instincts to fans, that's it
[Chorus: Freddie Bruno, manCHILD, Listener, Playdough, & (Deepspace5)]
Before there's a sample it (starts right here)
Before I write it down it (starts right here)
Before I wax poetic (start right here)
(Don't know where it stops but we know that it starts right)
Before we can tour it (starts right here)
Before folk hear this (it starts right here)
Before the punctuation (start right here)
(Don't know where it stops but it starts right here)
[Verse 3: Playdough, Freddie Bruno, manCHILD, & Listener]
I'ma show 'em what I do with a poem
What I do with the beat, bringing heat hot comb
Just 'ta straighten the bangle
Twist it then tangle
French braid percussion and cornrow the angle
Yo, this beat'll mangled
Wearing on my wrist then sport it like a bangle
You don't want to tangle, this mic'll get strangled
White knuckle hustlin', bust, run, or stand still
Yeah, that's right, yeah, I ran willingly and I still do
Even it's all riddled with mildew
I'm the type to make it feel new, filling you in
Mars ILL is the kin, turn around and keep making song pillars of men
Killin' it when I say the words that I know
Showin' my friends the dark places where I go
I have to hold the mic with an oven mitt
Heat up the beats with a pause comma period
Here we [?], some of us did not
We're the pit stop in hip hop
Big shot callers on the way down
Follow to the playground
Resuscitation the beat with these sounds
[Chorus: manCHILD, Playdough, Freddie Bruno, Listener, & (Deepspace5)]
Atlanta, Georgia (start right here)
Yippie-kay-ya, buddy (start right here)
Freddie Bruno (start right here)
(Don't know where it stops but we know that it starts right)
Dirty South and it (starts right here)
Before the punctuation (start right here)
Lookin' for some freedom it (starts right here)
(Don't know where it stops but it starts right here)
