Hey yo Nas, you know what I want to do?
Let's take it back to a classic breakbeat joint and get busy on that.
Shout out to Breakbeat Lenny and Breakbeat Lou.
Come on.
Staying out of a women in swimming suits by the pool.
I'm a slide with a few.
Every chance of spoil.
No enhancement pill.
No dear antler oil.
And they pennies for soil.
I know some niggas that are damaging squad.
You amateurs play with a man.
I send savages charge.
Ain't no sit downs too late to fix it.
You about to take a visit to your maker.
Ass kissing don't make a difference.
Cash giving might give you a pass.
You can pay me, but I'm too rich now.
So all that money, you can save it.
So get down on the pavement.
Hang up a nine.
Tell your homies how your day went.
Rocking with preem.
It's nothing short of a dream.
Amazing.
Feel me.
I boosted the street rap.
The truth of a beach rap.
The earth been here over a billion years.
Deep rap.
That new S-class ride of music.
With your seat back.
I'm the student who grew up to teach rap.
These facts.
This at nines with his teeth cracked.
I spark their retreats back.
The smooth women who want beef breaks.
Beef breaks.
But how I hip hop.
Yo.
Throw my niggas in the bridge.
Yo.
Throw my niggas in the bridge.
Yo.
Throw my niggas in the bridge.
Yo.
My niggas in the bridge.
When I'm quiet, they all find I'm out of sight of the mind.
As soon as I'm back on their ass, they bitching and crying.
Or how they hating one that caused me damage.
Just cause the rose is all black.
Like the space between the stars and the planets.
I might just pause a minute.
Check the vibe.
Old school style's been augmented.
You heard everything to nines.
Vocal cords hit it.
Good lord.
Now is it me or is they hard headed?
Primo beats of water.
Let your thoughts dissolve in it.
Remember nines like a father to the fatherless.
We take the pain, smile, and mix it with street knowledge.
Hot the turnstile back when I was a problem in.
Avia.
Hot taps.
I should've been modeling.
Model citizen.
They say I'm crying victim just cause I'm spitting lines.
And get me some ends.
Two twelve hunnids to mix up.
Plug my mic in.
Holding my mics like I'm hugging lightning.
The concrete breaks.
Get slapped by the sound waves from the early days.
Feel it in your vertebrae.
Go DJ.
Go DJ.
Pop cut.
DJ.
The same thing.
Trimming who on beat breaks.
Beat breaks.
Beat breaks.
Beat breaks.
But how I hip hop.
Hip hop.
Throw my niggas in the bridge.
Throw my niggas in the bridge.
Throw my niggas in the bridge.
My niggas in the bridge.