[Verse 1]

Microphones get blown

Through the morning, easily

You expect to hear some shit

When you plug it in, Sean B

Microphones like a shrine

Listen, my reality is fucking harder then moonshine

So whats the sience i break it down

Mc's showing peace are having the bullshit

PC, i reside on the sixth floor

Hoe's on the sixth floor

Premo's on the sixth floor

So (?) the sixth floor

Watch me getting nasty

I can bone two chicks

So when (?) you asked me

Watch me get down

And thеn you'll be getting down

And if you make it out around, you'll loungе

[Refrain]

Yeah.. Check it

The big Foes in the house

Yeah.. Check it

The (?) is in the house

Yeah.. Ah

My mans F is in the house

[Verse 2]

In 94' we flip scripts but now we flip niggas

Even if they big enough we shake em like a hair trigger

Blowing it off, styles a blend we smooth as cinamon

Pure as oxygen, yo its the six for yo box again

So check the format, niggas know that i'll be getting on that

I mean in that, im here to win that case

And from the right man and its the wrong place

Kid I think you better give me space feel the base

Uh..

Mc's is out of the luck, smelling like puss

Fuck em, imma line em up and then buck em non strap

With the (?) for this shitty man for the weak hearted

I'm started, I'm aight, into getting finger-printed

It's the law of the land my son, rude one

For ever as goes comes to gun

If you got ears listen if the beast don't tryna smoke you

Toke the life out MC's and leave em broken

So take it easy, styles so sick they make me queezy

We moving on up, ain't Louisy

Even tho the weed be fucking up my sister

First two i missed em, third one hissed him

[Refrain]

Yeah.. Check the flavour

Written rotten in the house

(?) in the house

Sean B's in the house

[Verse 3]

Duck it, the rap is sharper than ya axe

It makes the hard shit slide in easier then (?)

Believe that, I got the smoothest style of wax

See brothers connect, but they can't fuck with real raps nah

You know, i'm at the stage in my life

Where if you faked your move

I could pay my man and get your ass removed

See rhymes are selling like cheesecake and (?)

But watch that ass (?)

Now, i start to feel like a flex

Every time i start striving got someone talking money best

Thats when they gotta break him down and (?)

Just to get it to the hip motherfuckers pay jewels

[Outro]

It's like deja-vu, all over again

Standing smacked in the middle of a place we ain't never been

Six stories deep, colouring nothing but Project Logic

1995 and we out like that