[Verse 1]

My methods take heads back like Sam Beckett

Respected for the angle I bring to the game

So my name resonates and reverberates

Play the game till I get the service ace, like the murder rates

My intellect gained me a lot of respect

But you haters need a muzzle for the side of your neck

If you're about progress, we gotta connect

Tax cats like funds coming outta your check

See we try to get that global acclaim take over the game

Have the whole world knowing the name

Kyle put the beat on, so Ran put the heat on

Reppin' till infinity and beyond, we on

Another level like 7th gen, we never been

Scared to forcefeed cats that medicine

Plug your headphones up then let us in

We used to get it in, blowing on connector pins

[Chorus]

It started with the roots then we take it to the trunk

Branches to jazz to punk rock to funk

The seeds are the leaves that blow through the breeze

And thus the completion of the world tree (2x)

[Verse 2]

I'm like colt seavers, but don't tote heaters

Don't smoke neither, cd, no features

Left the block and beat all the odds

Who's the boss? I left Jon Charles in charge

So we felt the growing pains, took the slower lanes

Give me a break? I'd overdose Novocain

Perfect strangers, I never did know her name

Now we bosom buddies, cause family matters

Moonlighting as a 30 something rapper

It's a different world, they say you won't be a factor

Cause the rap game's like a full house

Everybody wants a dynasty since the greats rolled out

The wonder years are long gone

You need a New Heart to compete or you gotta strong arm

We got family ties, life goes on

Knotts Landing on the dome, but we still hold on

[Chorus 2x]

In the beginning, it started with the DJ

He looped the breaks so we could hear the beat play

And while it played, the b-boys danced

And the poppers popped and left the crowd in a trance

Eventually the parties started to grow

And they needed someone to control the flow

A cat picked up the mic, and that's when it happened

He started scatting and later it was called rapping

Then it got bigger than they ever imagined

It turned into street education and fashion, and

Now the little shorties say it all the time

And a whole bunch of them swear they know how to rhyme

But the mystery, is the history

And with it than we could see consistency

Cause back in the days it was all good fun

Might mention a gun, but nobody had one

And now they say its out of control

A tree grew in the Bronx and it spread across the globe

Too big to knock it, too thick to chop it

Tell me who profits, we can't even stop it

[Chorus 2x]