Released on January 4, 2014

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[Intro:]

J Dilla

Stay trill-a, never contain filla

Sanfizzy, number one pain killa

New age crate digga

[Biggie:] (x2)

(Now they heard you blowin' up like Nitro

And they wanna stick the knife through ya windpipe slow)


[Verse 1:]

Ever since I was embryonic, life's been nothing but hell

Imprinted on a empty comic, in a nutshell

I've been and will be simply honest, Danville's best sending homage

To every MC that makes no empty promise

Best friends become strangers, blessings become strainers

Livin' shows the difference 'tween a lesson and a prayer

Hip hop's new gainsayer, bookies never on the same page

Into my main lair, look he's fuckin' with ya brain waves

Now Imma start to tell you all about me

I always let my heart spill and leave the crowd pleased

My bars spit hard shells like in the Southeast

Let these leaves bark still, smokin' loud trees

Yeah I got the white lines, don't sniff 'em

If joints got spiked pine, I don't lift 'em

Ya boy's got to fight crime, bring back rhythm

Straight activism, leave a great cataclysm

Never keep the Busch Light, no Anheuser

Girl I'll hold ya tush tight, but still be the man wiser

My homies always push right, but kush is like the grand meister

Hold down Riverside, but stay on the swisher side


[Hook:]

You wanna drop dimes and think you got the right flow

But never drop rhymes anytime I let the mic go


[Biggie:]

(Now they heard you blowin' up like nitro

And they wanna stick the knife through ya windpipe slow)


[Verse 2:]

Got the grams, when I hear a siren sound, it's the narcs

"PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR, AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE CAR!"

The jig is up, officer says to all of us, oh well

But never figured he was opposite of a novice at rollin' L's

Another day in the life and times

And fuckers say I have no right to rhyme

Sorry mister for not bein' up to par witcha

I grew up far quicker than a boy at his bar mitzvah

Need a girl sweet like a nice cigar swisher

If we got the chemistry, then maybe I can harness ya

Have ya in my arms quicker than light speed

Never rest for a hip hop S.O.S., let's light seeds

[Hook] (x2)