[Intro: Duke Da God]

And our journey leads us

To this new found land my people

We done walked too far, and fucked up our feet to get here

To let any of you cocksuckers take anything away from us

See the game is thirty percent mental, thirty percent physical and sixty percent heart

And we was bred for this type of shit, you feel me?

Yo Writer, you was trained by the same niggas that trained al-Qaeda

The time is now my nigga

Let's go get 'em

[Verse 1: J.R. Writer]

I remember clear, it’s been several years

But to think how far I made it, I won't shed a tear

I ain’t never scared you queers, you wilding

I've been styling since I came home in 2000

Who doubting? Tell him put his money up

Must got guts like you need a tummy tuck

Get the brother crutches, excuse me I'm a beast

They knew me on the street before they threw me on the beat

Posted on 8th Ave, like who I'm gon' eat?

They all Scooby Snacks, and Scooby want a treat

Nowadays they battle but won't do it for some weeks

That weak, I rocked them little foolio's to sleep

Capeesh? But I ain't with the battling or babbling

Rapping what you haven't been, I'm facts you'll be imagining

Me? I dazzle 'em, that's the way I rattle 'em

A teacher to a student, what I'm doing, passing 'em

Style on whoever, come out in the cloudiest weather

Thunder got 'em pulling out the umbrellas

My first album was the first album I ever put together

Still did a hundred thousand and better

Cause I'm clever

Meet at the spot if you finna cop, when you need yourself a rock semi and the pot (?)

You see a nigga hot, give a nigga props

How you gon' meet me at the top when I'm in the drop

Huh? Go play in traffic you hating bastard

I'm a great, all my Writer's Block's tapes were classic

Fact is, how I ain't the man when they saying "Damn, caught a million out of baby gram"

Fam who getting with me, its been a rizzy

You know that rush hour traffic, I'm getting busy

Fuck is a 360 deal when I'm getting Matrix (?)

On my 20/20 vision see it's 50/50

Shit, my heart is a cold brick

Technically I've been the hardest since '06, Bitch

I'm moving, Pardon my flows sick

Still rep Dip but I started my own shit

It's the Thund dunda, run with us or run from us

Run fronter, tell niggas it's done summer

Dumb fucker, this is easy, its A, B, C, until you get the D, E

I don't give a F, listen I'm a G

She get H, I with J, then skid off in a V

See this is a slaughter, I run up to the boarder

Treat 'em like Bin Laden, dump him in the water

You fucking with a baller that'll fuck around and torture

Had the beat taken more punches than Mayorga

How I ain't sick, styling like this

I'm like to welcome ya'll back to powerfulness

[Outro: Duke Da God]

See Writer, by the time these niggas figure this shit out

It'll all be over

When these niggas gonna learn, you can’t teach greatness

They say when the grass is low you see all the snakes

I like to say: "When the grass is low, you see all the fakes"

But thank God it's a new day and we get another chance to shine

So with every ounce of flesh in our body

We gonna represent to the fullest

SS2, Still Standing 2

Some of the realest shit I ever heard

Yo Writer, you have fully arrived my nigga