Halifax, coming fresh out the gate So are you weak at the knees? MCs, take a milk crateIn other words, sit down before you get clowned Too ashamed to even come aroundThe self-employed, self-made b-boys But who taught you? It's all impromptuThe math is 0-1-0-5-0-2 * holding a mic, I hold a highlight throughThe year is brand new, meaning there's a slew Of upcoming artists with the P-F-L-A-P-UI'm from the P-2, Park Ave And hang with niggas known to act a fool and a halfGet a genuine laugh at these funny rap cats Approaching us on *, you don't even come close to usSo why are you acting like you know our faction? You suckers are the trailers, of course we're the main attractionSo all my real niggas get in your standBut we got the L.A. forecast like Christopher NanceAnd because of that, rappers be jocking like bitches Trying hard to join in with usThey know where we are, so they came from near and far To the heart of Hollywood and bought a map of the starsYou stupid mother, how low can you go? Found the Halifax, but didn't have the access codeThe news leak, we was in 204 You walking around lost because you don't knowUniversal, Craig, and B, three all-stars Enough rapping, just make sure to pick up our freight carYo, woke up running, full speed ahead Trees whizzin' past my head, but the first rule of thumb is never look backSo I keep my eyes on the track, watch my side, my backDot the I's, cross the T's, fulfill the prophecy And rock the beat solidlyI could do this all day, this *'s my forte The verse is raw ***, freestyle is foreplayFour-tongue, torch flame, to the Mexican I say4K, the Jewish man, oy vey, I spray Should've known better than to get in the waySimply put and simply spit, call it really goodOr incredibly sick, we believe in miracles And the better we get, the closer we getTo that sun risin' on the horizon It's do or die, and some are doin' and some are dyin'But it's still respect due when I do my thing, keep strivin'The nigga with the follow-through fell through to tell you somethingWe the ones that stay up late for it, it seems pertinentGet us on the track and we hurtin' it Talk to these hoes like you don't know who you flirtin' withBounce on them, no, I've been doin' it more lately tooNo need to hate me, boo, basically I'm doin' itThat I suffer for no skirt, only pain for the progressWe the ones progressive and we highly obsessive That goes for Ron Crack, Malkovich, PM and you and INow I contact a whole other type of high Close my eyes and see some animation right before I pass outHalifax, no old switches known to pull the hash outHit that slowly and spit that show me Get that homie, and if cats know meThey know I'm good for noticein' what other cats don'tAnd for havin' thoughts to other cats, rats won'tThe three of us on mics is tremendously triangularForever pyramidic, I never fear a critic Just the flow the pros watch, like inside the NFLY'all should be able to tell we doin' it wellWe doin' it, and doin' it, and doin' it wellWe pursuin' to hell, this ain't the only journey we did todayAnother piece was scripted and freestyled, we ripped itYo, I wanted it to go longer, so I'll get this low-beatYo, yo, it's me, the HalifaxYo, go on, y'all, the two of usI was back in Big O'Lantern in 2004I was back in Big O'Lantern in 2004I was back in Big O'Lantern in 2004