It's the next chapter, where's all the heads that just Slept at the fact that we crept back to set back to straight The only dead rappers are penned at the plates of non-cred actors Those haters, no, you don't fade us You don't own the show, so, your honor needs a no basis For those gracious, fight with no status I've made this, go for your note, your own name It's not a part of the bigger picture Listen, it's the middle finger that you put up in her fist, yeah Life's a bitch and it'll hit ya *** a kid, women like I do words, I be livin' literature Hip-hop's a circus act, this is absurd but fact One critic, one cynic, for every that learns to rap One lyric, one gimmick, for every with purpose that Further rap culture round the earth and back There's some *** when I'm up in your face You're a man of your word, you got nothin' to say I got respect for the scene and love for the place Where I beg for my dreams and struggle for change We still stridin' on, we still alive and strong Right or wrong, we're still kill for it, right or wrong Decide for love or real, doin' it right, it's all a question You still feel the vibe, I'm out That's right, that's how we like it Roll up the credits, two of the best who ever had it Poetics will be the three head of beats from a beast come to set it Oh, he'll chop in the place, oh, spare fire on stage or burn your bar down Hear it pop in the clubs, you turn your car around Hear it pop in the pubs, you buy the bar round Pop it up in your car, turn your car to a club Smash through the walls of a pub and burn the bar down Just burn the bar down Like a disco inferno MC's are the only thing we burn down I'm the arsonist, love rhyme, commit to ask your kids Who the number one artist is Oh, Benny's got the map of Coros de Waal We call that A's How's the foster child? You play a boy like Oscar Wilde The guards are smart when you panic on stage like you lost a child Benny's cross the road watchin' Hilltop Cause we got the blood that hits the steel guard The skills of beast to get nights on Don't need drugs to get a buzz when the mic's on So hit the front up and knock it with the nights on Hilltop of Oz, laugh when the vibe's gone