[Intro]

(Lex ENT)

Haha

Okay

Woo

Ahh, ahh

Alright lets do it

[Chorus]

Without Lex, none y'all rollin' to the next

Kids got talent soaked up to his neck (My neck)

So try to swim now, Lex the voice of the south

Poppin' off lyrics like champagne to wealthy mouths

Killin' tracks, back to back, usin' y'all like lunch bag snacks

Black on black, bad bad ass, Akon smack no time for patch

Lex puts Kingston on the map

Ain't got time for yappin' traps

Y'all buck up and we push back

'Cause we come back with bad ass tracks

[Verse 1: Lextronic]

Without Lex there would be no words with out instrumentals

A thought process where it's all mental

I text you're [?] and make it into a crazy flow

I want the mic in my hand like I'm doin' a show

A lot of rappers wack but I got the illy flow

Rap kinda fast, that chopped and screwed and that's super slow

I speak a raw game, no freezer

Rappin' in the country no Beverly Hills, no Weezer

You could put your feelings of a struggle and put it on paper

But Upchurch you're like the Luke and I'm the Darth Vader

Champagne Yoda, I got my flow cookin' like a roaster

I was in, I was in, I know I'm toastin'

I'm the Dr. Dre of the new age

Not even the animal control couldn't contain me in a cage

Hi my name is Lex, nice to meet ya

I give you something sweet so here you go

[Chorus]

Without Lex, none y'all rollin' to the next

Kids got talent soaked up to his neck (My neck)

So try to swim now, Lex the voice of the south

Poppin' off lyrics like champagne to wealthy mouths

Killin' tracks, back to back, usin' y'all like lunch bag snacks

Black on black, bad bad ass, Akon smack no time for patch

Lex puts Kingston on the map

Ain't got time for yappin' traps

Y'all buck up and we push back

'Cause we come back with bad ass tracks

[Verse 2: Upchurch]

Lex the Dr. Dre, Upchurch the Eminem

Redneck white boy comin' up in the game shootin' up adrenaline

Let me fill you in, lazy locals I'm not feelin' them

I'ma knock y'all's teeth out if I hear Ta-Taylor Gang again

Y'all ain't thug, check your surroundings boy and check your skin

Y'all out here like trash so let me go and get the fuckin' bin

Recycle you my friends, y'all just fake class like a Benz

To take me down you'll need 50 Cent and "Many Men"

Wish death upon me, I wish death upon us all

Suck my balls, jack your jaw, shoot up the fuckin' co-coolest mall

Have Abercrombie blood spread on American Eagle walls

Preppy bitches runnin' them halls, screamin' he's gonna kill us all

I'm not Upchurch, I'm the director of the movie Saw

Dark horror, bad thoughts, clown masks, I got it all

I ain't claimin' to be the sickest boy up in the game

I'm claimin' to be the white caucasian motherfucker who's gone insane

[Chorus]

Without Lex, none y'all rollin' to the next

Kids got talent soaked up to his neck (My neck)

So try to swim now, Lex the voice of the south

Poppin' off lyrics like champagne to wealthy mouths

Killin' tracks, back to back, usin' y'all like lunch bag snacks

Black on black, bad bad ass, Akon smack no time for patch

Lex puts Kingston on the map

Ain't got time for yappin' traps

Y'all buck up and we push back (Okay)

'Cause we come back with bad ass tracks (Time to go gold)

[Verse 3: Lextronic]

Goin' gold like fog on a mirror

Now I'm gonna go cold like I'm Tigger

No Winnie the Pooh, no baby Teletubby

Goin' hard like you're rubbin' my belly

Hold, got her, got her on a leash

Like I'm walkin' the dogs in the park

Go and get a eat, go get a eat of the slow

With guidance, my eyes are closed

Ooh, so nasty

Because in this life, you just can't sit here and pass me

Because it's so noticeable

Because I'm tryna get focused

Tryna get focused on the game

Real hard, spit hard, illa flow in the name

L -E-X, without Lex there is no harder

Because in my life there is nothin' but heart

Hard, harder in my chest

So hard, three pumps to my chest, it goes boom

Go hard, L-E-X go in the room

Go, I'm feelin' the heat

Go to the flow of the song and the beat

Ooh, gonna feel it in me

Ooh, so nasty

Without Lex, there would be a track

Where I got acappela instrumental

Rappin' tight, it's not so mental

No, it's just my encyclopedia

In my mind, in my brain, acapella

For all the names that I holler out

Go hard, like I'm spitten in the south

Ooh, down in the holler with the big boys

Drink beer and smoke cigarettes around the fire

Go hard because that's what my heart desires