-VERSE ONE-
Yo, I’m a left coast body, born, raised in the west
Humble, never snobby, I can blaze your chest
While these cats wanna mob me, I ain’t phased or stressed
This is a hobby, so I say I’m blessed
Started off in a group and we jumped on bright
Had a MySpace single, five minutes of light
Took a break from the mingle, now I’m ready to bite
But my partner hit a wall, said he just can’t write (uh)
I’m a dad, so I totally get it (yee)
We still brothers, can’t vocally sweat it
Got Rey still scratching, so he’s still on the credits
While Joel’s on the keys doing magic with edits (come on)
My alias is gone like Whitney
Enter Reggie Bryce, it’s a name that fits me
Used my son’s name ‘cause it sounded filthy
So I’m back with more fire in me
Yo, I grew while I padded more rice
A brand new stew with a little more spice
Turned the beats a little slow ‘cause I heard the advice
Found a better flow cause I sped it up twice (yeah)
Early on, yo, you heard my element
Rap had me drawn, it was clear and evident
Used my pens like spears, I was twelve or eleven then
I’ve been here, YouTube the evidence
I over rehearse every verse I spit
I got OCD, it’s a curse and a gift
A perfectionist, trying to fix the wrongs I’ve missed
I take a whole month to write a song like this
Focused and compliant when I soar with my wings
I’m the size of a giant when I pour and I sting
I think like a Mayan when I’m smart in the ring
Plus the strength of a lion with a heart of a king
-HOOK-
I just wanna rap my words, I just want my raps heard
(heard) (heard)
Let me just rap, yo, let me just rap
I just wanna rap my words, I just want my raps heard
(heard) (heard)
Let me just rap, yo, let me just rap
-DJ RAZS SCRATCHING-
-VERSE TWO-
Yo, I’m a spitting heavyweight that can put us on the map (uh)
Make you levitate, put your mind into a trap
I’m a give it to you straight, I take long writing raps
So screw a mixtape, I’ll use my rhymes for a real track
Feel my rage when I feast on by
Never guess my age ‘cause I’m a beast when I rhyme
Dealing ‘cause it’s never ever late to try
But to keep it all real, I feel late to my prime
I’m solid when I spit while you come flimsy
I’m a million dollar flick like Disney (Disney)
I’m flyer and appealing ‘cause I been me
And I’m higher than my ceiling like a chimney (ha)
I still remember when Digital Underground released
“It’s Dark And Hell Is Hot” was a masterpiece
I’m at the age when my childhood idols decease
DMX and Shock G, may you rest in peace
Uh, I can’t stop like a bully regime (nope)
You flop like LeBron while I come full steam (boom)
I’m a thousand horses that’ll shatter your dreams
Forget joining forces, I’m a one man super team
I make it slap while I’m weighing a ton
I spit old man raps, my younger days are done
Screw all the dough, I’m about having fun
I rarely do shows ‘cause I’m out with my son
Compensating with a car, you’re financially soft
You compete, but make less (you already lost)
Spending eighty on a Benz while you’re renting a loft (stop)
Just to show your friends (we ain’t cut from the same cloth)
Yo, I’m slick, bob and weave through traffic
So sick, my murder scene gets graphic
I shines bright, I’m a rotten havoc
Spitting venom when I excite with my Johnson (like Magic)
-HOOK-
I just wanna rap my words, I just want my raps heard
(heard) (heard)
Let me just rap, yo, let me just rap
I just wanna rap my words, I just want my raps heard
(heard) (heard)
Let me just rap, yo, let me just rap
-DJ RAZS SCRATCHING-
