You heard stories about the angels of brotherly loveThis is for the sisters and brothers we loveWe care enough to give it uncut straight upWith no chase, suckers, time don't wait upThat's why we're sending cats back to the labFor a while, the microphones up for grabsThat's why we're sending cats back to the labThe microphones up for grabsHunters and gatherers, nomads and AtticaRadical terrorists and those who tally up the dataThat is most a stake of boasts, but scatter when toast is closeFurnace pressed to the throat, you ghostOf course, you could choose to go against the forceI'll fire straight ahead, there'll be no mission aboardWe could take it to the streets or take it to courtSupreme, get hit over your fortOpen the door, move over the floorDifferent artists on tour, 60% love, 40% warLet's settle the score, most things are right at the coreAnd not what they seem, watch the two worlds you're stuck in betweenOr pay the penalty, zero strikes, zero feloniesLaid low with Keto Master, redirecting energyI use words similar, but none sound fresher thanYou heard stories about the angels and brothers we loveThis is for the sisters and brothers we loveWe care enough to give it uncut straight upWith no chase, suckers, time don't wait upThat's why we're sending cats back to the labFor a while, the microphones up for grabsThat's why we're sending cats back to the labThe microphones up for grabsYou're the probably fine rocker at the rockeryPuffin' AK, sippin' Cafe ArleyIn Amsterdam, chillin' in the cafe all dayBang my sh!t between classes in your school hallwaysYou're a rapper with expansion, all accessHard hitters make you treat your mic like a cactusRap icon of class that loves to sound flashAnd sticky green grass with orange or brown hashTake your tape up, then tape this songI heard anything that does not kill will make strongAnd I'm ill, one of the sickest holdin' the stillYou need a dose of echinacea with a lil' golden cellImmune boost, turn up my tootin' bootsBad boots slicin', dice your crew and produce hitsMisunderstandings go back to the bluesBut ah, there ain't nothin' like hip-hop musicYou heard stories about the angels and brothers we loveThis is for the sisters and brothers we loveWe care enough to give it uncut straight upWith no chase, suckers, time don't wait upThat's why we're sendin' cats back to the labFor a while, the microphone's up for grabsThat's why we're sendin' cats back to the labThe microphone's up for grabsLive everyday like it's your lastCause one day you'll be rightMy n!ck around, son, it might be tonightCause figure the likeliness of you survivin'This brawl is slim, it's like scuba diving with no oxygenMonster when I situate my slangLeave a n!ck almost brainless once it bangHad a crowd screamin' how they don't want your thangKeep it, the sharpest one in the game, it's no secretMy style certified, Philly animal roughRunnin' things, pull more strings than gamblin' HuffCannibal hustlers taught me how to handle myselfHit man for hire, pull a hot pen from his shelfThe squad, the pioneer, the representative, the deafest thawI got these weak n!cks pullin' they selves apartY'all know the tone, the one that hold the thongThat radiates your dome like a Motorola phone