[Into]

We Good?

Let's Go!

[Hook]

(Backtrack, show me where the cash at)

(Fuck playing Games, I'll start taking names)

(Ayo you better flee hops, or get your head blown three blocks!)

(Step into my dome and get blown!)

(Bringing the ruckus like some mad motherfuckers move at night like truckers where suckers see is their bumpers)

The Essence

(In the place where war be, based on a true story, territorial made on me to pursue glory)

[Verse 1]

Grab the mic of the top shelf along with the best liquor and the best weed

Got the strength to proceed

At ease! Stand at attention

A lost spirit 'bout to air it so you need to listen

I suggest Imma mess

For those claiming they keep the best gear

Hop skipping the jump away from Death's tear

If the sorrow hit me, won't see ya next year

With no regrets for the life I lead

Cause it ain't over, I swear that to Jehovah

The main soldier, that'll do it for the reasons beyond

The war at hand or the one within the mind

Been fighting all these demons, Damn at the time?

I know in myself, I can't believe I'm hear

To tell the people 'bout the route that's defined me

I'll take a quick second, share a little insight

Only for the first time, I'll be hear for a while

Woo!

[Hook]

My style is the combination of the first DJ

First set of turn tables, and the first mic

The first rapper who ever spoke into it with a message

And the walk, that he took to the park after dark

When the first graff artist, tagged the wall on his trip

Enlightened his mind, when he passed by

The first breaker spinning round and round

The cypher was complete spinning round and round

They all wondering, who seem to direct this?

The architect that put it together, imperfection

At least close to it, I'm his son

So I'll guess I'll take the credit, Forget it

[Hook till fade]