Intro:
Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme that microphone
1 Verse (Nat Ill):
Im a tick-tick timebomb, picky what I rhyme on
Run up on you bygone, fake thug icon
Blast yall actors, tell me what you rap for
Fifteen minutes of that real skill factor
Backpack pastor, preach from the vocalbooth
Streetcorner local news, speak to the global youth
Hit them with the neverlate, backdoor rhetoric
Punchline therapist when I put my pen to this
Spit for the sake of those who makes the fader glow
Deep skin on my nose, blue collar labor notes
Wont hear my razor flow, cater for the radio
This is for the frontrow fans paying for the show
Let them read the benefits, fulltime membership
Wrong man talk true shit, no pretending this
Overthrow the censorship to make a little sense with this
Preserve the culture never ever to surrender it
Chorus:
We gonna rock till nothing else matters
Give me that microphone, we repping the raw
Man listen
We gonna rock till nothing else matters
Together, forever gonna win
Sucker rapper know we was coming, oh please
Sucker rapper know we was coming, oh please
Sucker rapper know we was coming, we jam it out
Youre out of there
2 Verse (Negash Ali):
*I rap like*
I wanna make music and make it
Not just for the chips and the chicks to strip naked
*I rap like*
Im in the pursuit of great, constantly rejuvenate
Never to get outdated, homie I rap like
Im surrounded by whities with swords like Martin Lawrence in Black Knight
Is that right, I rap like
A man that gambled his family fortune away and now he's rolling his last dice
Homie I crap like, Im a mouse caught in a catfight
Black light you cant see me without flashlight
Act like, I cant act right, see me on the crackpipe at night, sad sight
Homie I rap like, the globe is mine
Thought of taking no more patients, Im low on time, and Ima
Ima ??? jeopardyzing nada, just bring me the competitor
Chorus:
I rap like, I rap like
I rap like no-one out there can fuck with me
I rap like, I rap like
I rap like no-one out there can fuck with me
Sucker rapper know we was coming, oh please
Sucker rapper know we was coming, oh please
Sucker rapper know we was coming, we jam it out
Youre out of there
Verse 3 (J-Spliff):
Im a threesixty shooter and my clip is full
I aint tryna take kids to school
Son Im all about rock with the artform, rough rugged and hardcore
Puff puff give, no slippin we in the house yall
*i rap like*
No-one out there can fuck with me
You can touch spliffy my brother im too busy
By the time you had your single out, and got jiggy
I was on my fifth album, spitting like hot semis
When I step up in the cipher dropping shells on the pavement
Yall need fire, my man I come blazing
Jada never backdown best believe, Ima put you on the spot if you test my steeze
Yes indeed, fresh outta the s to the v, son I spit it like laidback while I bless my trees
I be illing on some other shit, all for the fuck of it
If this aint real *oh please* tell me what it is
This is it, this is as real as it gets
This is it right here, and if I shove my hand up your ass, im not feeling your shit
Chorus:
Sucker rapper know we was coming, oh please
Sucker rapper know we was coming, oh please
Sucker rapper know we was coming, we jam it out
Youre out of there