[Intro]
Can I listen to that, please?
[?]
Alright, yo, yo, uh
Uh, uh, what-what, what-what, yo
Uh-uh-uh, yeah
[Verse 1: POETIK]
Freestyle or written, I'm spittin' fire
But where the smoke and clouds up to the ceiling got me grinnin' just like a villain
Suited in all black, step up in the building clutchin' like a weapon
Concealin' but you ain't ready for all that (All that)
Poetik Suspekt, AKA The Ricochet
Hold it down for the 6-eighty-5 until the day I die
Pass me the bottle, I [?] smash it
[?] in the [?] and if I flip off the public
[?] for a chick with some lovin' or duckin' and dodgin' a one-time [?]
Pray to make it back to my village in due time
I do shine (Shine) like when my eyes listen for being faded
I spit clear when I'm sober but spray it intoxicated
Nod your head and break your neck when I rock the mic well
Have you screamin' out my neck and my back like [?]
Don't be offended by the raps I be kickin'
I say whatever's on my mind and perhaps you'll get with it
But if not cool, you just can't see Poetik like your sights
Go on, fuck it, I'ma pass the mic on (Yeah)
[Break: DJ Moto Scratching]
Rap, rap [?]
Born to, born to do what-whatever
Why should it be so rough?
Cold, cold world, [?] ice and hot shit—
Rap, rap, rap [?]
Born to, born to, born to do whatever—
Nothin' but dreams of cream on mind—
The world that I live in—
You, you, you know I'm sayin'?
[Verse 2: Storme]
Slow, slow runnin' but slowly my flow summons
Hot shit or [?] than what's comin' out of ovens
So cunning 'cause I'm flowin' with the slyness
Underappreciated like I'm the sidekick
Been sidekicked many times on the comethrough
But learnin' all the lessons so there's nothin' I [?] done too
Somethin' to is the rest of my soul [?]
Thirst for the flavour of the beats from the old school
I [?], I [?] to mad spit it
Mics pushin' when I can't spit a smash feeling
Adherin' to the kings that are livin' now
Movers of a vehicle, keepin' [?] driven now
Intervenin' like I'm cuttin' through an intersection
Steppin' up to make the game a little interestin'
(Gotta lay down) Gotta lay down, flow with the work ethic
It's evident you gon' need to improve your work methods
[Break: DJ Moto Scratching]
Rap, rap [?]
Born to, born to do what-whatever
Why should it be so rough?
Cold, cold world, [?] ice and hot shit—
Rap, rap, rap [?]
Born to, born to, born to do whatever—
Nothin' but dreams of cream on mind—
The world that I live in—
You, you, you know I'm sayin'?
[Verse 3: ODC]
Call me a maverick, [?], so elaborate
Mad habits for rappin' and mackin' on the immaculate
Rappers spectacular, jammer, damager, amateur
Styles [?], extravagant, it's adamant while you have a [?]
I be the random-est, most [?]
[?] of [?], I do vandalism and cannabis
And [?], hate that I have to listen to managers
Tryna tell me about bad musicians, this is an embarrassment
Kinda like that arrogance, you see that has my dad convinced
Both of my parents said, "Let's see what the instruction is"
I wonder if havin' kids was an accident
Mum was only seventeen before my sister's establishment, heh
Never look back and she hasn't since
Had another two kids on the pursuit of happiness
But I guess the fact or the matter is
This rappin' shit makes me feel way beyond inadequate
So what's happenin', yo, uh
[Break: ODC And DJ Moto Scratching]
Rap, rap [?] (What's happenin'? Uh, uh, yo)
Born to, born to do what-whatever
Why should it be so rough?
Cold, cold world, [?] ice and hot shit—
Rap, rap, rap [?]
Born to, born to, born to do whatever—
Nothin' but dreams of cream on mind—
The world that I live in—
You, you, you know I'm sayin'?
