Speak my mind just to reach your mind

Tap a tempo off the instrumental just to get the drum line

You know it's my time reel up and rewind

Get off that cheap wine swinging on my grapevine You heard a brother worthy and create rhymes

I take it further than a murder or I hate crime

Don't hate on me what have you done for me lately

Beside to bait me assume and mistakely Too abstract than a backpack

To super underground with the beats and rats

'Cause I refuse to bust gats and water down my raps

To get me caught up in a trap and set me years back, *** that Yeah, right from the start remember that feeling

The way the hip-hop used to make you feel

So real like getting first signed

Then the first time you heard Planet Rock

Word is over, the God, Staten Island, for real, for real I heard brother say J5, men them niggas ain't ***

Them niggas never slapped no bitch, never inserted a clip

They never claimed thug or a pimp

Them niggas never made the attempt

Hey yo, they ain't all that

My six members men and four of them black

What kind of racist statement is that They need to change their views

Start talking about the clubbing they do

That's the reason we ain't ***ing with you Today's artist is tough, talking loud, this isn't enough, yeah

Let's talk about the guns you bust, nigga, the crack you cut

Or all the cars that you bought wholesale

Or the niggas rattling your cold tail I've been keeping it real, let's talk about the ash you feel

Now thats the way to get mass appeal

Ya'll ain't heard that, Wow, the brothers ain't feeling your style

You get stoned play over the radio right now Where we at?

Where we at?

Where we at? Don't deny me, *** or ostracize me

'Cause it's likely I'm all up in your sight gee

It's unreal how you deal and threat us

Your bunch of believers I can tell just by the way you retreat, cat

'Cause this is a discreet fact

They heat rap beat gaps but stay of the knee rack

So you could put your seat back, pick up your feet and bring facts

Rhymes and beats that we create can defeat that weak *** 'Cause your either bling-bligin' or your next tails rignin'

(Dring)

Either way it goes, fat baby ain't signing

The game ain't over until we all get shined

I mean you do your thing and I do mine