[Intro]
Thyrday, Nicolay, Netherlands
[Verse 1: K Slack]
Wild ride extravaganza, NC to the Netherlands
I'm so anxious, had to snatch the mic from the stand
So get ready, I'm starving and I'm ready to eat
A caged lion, pacing back and forth on my feet
Many years in this struggle dog, I'm ready for change
Thyrday I know you feel the same
[J. Gunn]
So run it down
[Verse 2: K Slack]
Penetrate the system, make 'em listen
On a mission, no ass kissin'
Focus on these raps, 'cause I got a vision
'cause we destined with affection, keep it live with aggression
'cause we strive for perfection, 'cause I'm ready for war
[Verse 3: J. Gunn]
You ready for war?
Come on, dog I'm ready for the end
Runnin' through these last days, only weapon is my pen
[Verse 4: K Slack]
A clip of mind power, to shatter your thoughts and dreams
Nicolay's the ambient, we the expansion team
[Verse 5: J. Gunn]
Thyrday can handle things, Clarence samples please
Artists prayin' their old records can land Thyrday
[K Slack]
That's half crazy, this music be controlling my soul
[J. Gunn]
We knowin' our role to roll over all of our foes
[K Slack]
With powerful blows
[J. Gunn]
For hours and devour your shows
[K Slack]
Heavy shots to your brain to let y'all rap niggas know
[Chorus]
Holy shit it's fantastic, classic handcrafted magic
All the way from the Netherlands to NC and backwards
Throw your hands up, wait put 'em down, let's throw 'em back again
Look don't you give up, hip hop ain't die, we brought it back again
It's music for the hustlers to hustle to
My thugs in the struggle too
[?] nobody touchin' you
Whether country or city, you should be bumpin' this with me
(It's that shit)
In the club drunk guzzlin' the Rémy
(It's that shit)
You don't feel this shit, this shit feels you
(It's that shit)
Rare music for my peeps to lean to
So much it's that shit
[Verse 6: J. Gunn]
Recently, artists and fans selling for decency
The Thyrday defeated 'em easily
NC believe in me
It's quality music
Rappers is obviously useless
Perfect this prophecy, prove it
Words is still droppin' you stupid
[Verse 7: J. Gunn]
Joshua's fluid, the flow is two H's and an O
After today you're going to know, I suggest you let it go
I'm the greatest it's outrageous, bring what's flamin' to these pages
Exchanging faces with your babe, [?]
Shit's amazing how I'm blazing, J is came so warn the nation
The same day I save the game, I'll hit the stage and do a show
[Verse 8: Killa K]
We came to let you know, like gays we gon' to blow
In the rap game we pros, after hearing us
Y'all wanna change your flow
But you'll never be better than veterans
Rocking tracks from the Netherlands, it never ends
[?]
Killa K the specialist of excellence
Never question it, the best in this
Perfectionist, sick like pestilence
The pussy rhyme you spittin', pump estrogen
You wanna battle, then get a lot of extra men
Y'all cats is fake, why you have to hate
Wanna test, but ain't half as great
[Chorus]
Holy shit it's fantastic, classic handcrafted magic
All the way from the Netherlands to NC and backwards
Throw your hands up, wait put 'em down, let's throw em back again
Look don't you give up, hip hop ain't die, we brought it back again
It's music for the hustlers to hustle to
My thugs in the struggle too
[?] nobody touchin' you
Whether country or city, you should be bumpin' this with me
(It's that shit)
In the club drunk guzzlin' the Rémy
(It's that shit)
You don't feel this shit, this shit feels you
(It's that shit)
Rare music for my peeps to lean to
So much it's that shit
[Outro: Phonte "Light It Up" freestyle]
Uh, word... check me out baby
Ayy, yo
I be the one Phonte, representin' Little Brother
I'm now, never be another
It's Phonte, Pooh, and 9th Wonder
And my man Big Dho that's undiscovered
Gettin' freaky with them broads undercovers
Take it way back, like Mr. Lover Lover
Ayy yo, we keep it runnin' like this
Off the top of the dome, light it up with a kiss
But not Jada, Phonte the style playa
Adíos, peace out, niggas, I see ya later
Phonte comin' through just like Big Tayback
Off the top of the dome, doin' the play back
'Cause it's just like thi-, I didn't say that
On the drums, where my nigga Nicolay at?
