Yo,
sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take to be
great and these times that we end on the state
I'm in play this feeling out raw since the OG's tapped the end
I've been in love with the thrill of being excellent.
My mind frame is dang.
My aura is mellow
I play the game how I play the new rap Barthelom
kind of stuck in the ground with a few good fellows
I can't freeze I'm sharp like a tip of an arrow
Can't compete with the weak when you raise round killers
niggas reaching for a handshake and I don't feel em
Everybody want to connect but I know it ain't real hard to trust
around these boss when your ones ain't here all suckers must off
I promise y'all that they ain't what I boss
We fly we intelligent cuz that's the way
pray my words age well like Marvin Gaye's
Hey,
you need to get up get out and get
something you need to you need to stay fly
You need to get up get out and get something
Yo, yo, you need to get it for sure.
You need to get up get out and get something
How could you make it if you never even try
you need to get up get out and get something?
The year is 94 the raps are raw outcast in the
tape deck fast forward rap city in the basement
Raised in the days when they left your blood
on the pavement if you're short on the payment
Uh at the table with made men my cup overflow.
It's all I got do is say when
Take ten paces and draw their busy making excuses while we're
making it all they were waiting for me to fall fell down
But never fell off good fellas and felons selling to be well-off
Hit that L cough up along if you're from where I'm from then,
you know where I'm coming from
Everyone want to be number one under none,
but I'm undeniably one of one
So number four none after don't you know the whole story?
But that was just one check get up get out and
get something you need to you need to stay fly
Yeah
Hey hey hey
Hey,
you need to get up and show You need to get up and show
Yeah,
you better get up,
get outside and get some,
you heard?
Have these niddles,
suckers Mr. Peter Parker,
Static Selector
St. Paul to Boston,
you know what it is Juice Lord,
Twin City Tone
We on it 25-8, let's go