[Intro: Peter Rosenberg]

Real late Hot97

Joey Bada$$, Pro Era in the building

Turn it up a little bit Dominican Drew

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$ (Peter Rosenberg)]

I said I go in, everytime I'm rollin'

Gotta roll a swisher, style never switch up

Came back through said Joey 'bout to be the new mista

On top of the game, nigga

The finishers on the turn buckle these niggas can't get it

Said I burn these brussels then I'm out

What's the amount (Sprout) sprout

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]

Uh, check it out, I woke up in the mornin'

Like God damn I'm yawnin', I always be mournin'

Cause I'm always thinkin' 'bout another homie gone 'n

Every time I come through yo

Tryin' to get the money, tryin' to get the green

Gotta do it right, represent for the team

You know the Beast Coast shit, you know the fuckin' movement

Bitches always know I be smokin' on the Cuban

That's just how I do it, got flow like fluids

Every time I move it, bitch play like, they move it move it

I don't really know, said I'm tryin' to catch a flow down

On the low down said Polo, low down

Always on the sunrise, you see it in my eyes

Always gotta get high and I get fly

Pass it off to my nigga Fly one time

One time, one time

[Verse 3: CJ Fly]

U-N-I 7 my style and you know I spit it wild

Every time I've been spittin' the illest shit since a child

They don't know how I kick a flow

When I got a different ho every time I walk into a different do'

I don't even know I'm still broke

Tryin' to get my eats up and you know I know nothin' but

What I learned in the school and shit

And you know I always do it

Chillin' with my fuckin' Jewish nigga

[Verse 4: Kirk Knight]

With my fuckin' Jewish nigga

Me and ? tryna kill-kill 'em with them Jewish ?

Still checkin' up my longevity here

I got long hair, little bit of dread but don't no fear

Don't hold no fear when I'm just comin'

You know it's the mic check of the Gods

It's the God, I been grindin' since a nigga was a little toddler

If a nigga try to get it, you can't fuckin' squall him

[Verse 5: Joey Bada$$]

Mic check, mic comin'

I don't really know should I get it and I'm runnin'

Freestyle off of the top

These niggas on drop like a bunion

Came back through so they can't tell him nunchin

It's sumchin get yo bitch

I don't really know said the mic might switch

And I just might flip

Cause when the mic hit record, that's my kill switch

Niggas don't knows said

Switch up the tempo

And I'mma switch it in my temple

And adjust your treble

Yo yo yo yo yo yo

I said I kill these instrumentals cause I'm mental in the mental

You niggas can't get with another extraterrestrial

Flow or celestial though, I don't really know

I'm just tryna get back to it

You see just how I do's it, keep this just lucid

Always got the light like ? when I'm showin

Always got the show when I prove

Nigga you gon' lose, if you try and fuck with my crew

Pro Era nigga, no better nigga

Know that these niggas can't see our cheddar nigga

They gotta get they eats up, they get beat up

If they ever try to look at like we stuck

I don't really give a fuck, nigga I be flee

You see me, these niggas always bitin' me

Bitin' my swank, niggas bitin' my steeze

So fuckin' blessed that I just might sneeze

Cough button

[Verse 6: Kirk Knight]

Hit the cough button real quick

But yo, check my style, why they bitin' my steeze

My nigga please, I just had to hit my nigga STEEZ up

You know I had the trees up in the back up

And in the back and in the bacchanalian

Smokin' up Backwoods, that's how I used to do

And you know my nigga Chuck, he's a Grenadian too

And I threw a grenade because we drop bombs in the stu'

Like yo, and you know I got the demo tapes

I'm blowin' up heads when any these niggas try to integrate

Yo, check it, my style's crazy, since a baby I been a wild child

Since a baby, since the '80s my nigga

[Verse 7: CJ Fly]

They wanna kick it with the Pros, but they all got bunions

Choppin' up the trees, would've thought it's Paul Bunyan

Yeah I'm on a roll and you know the pros tumblin'

If you give me the ball, you know I'll never just fumble it

And I just, yeah we runnin', yeah I just kick the flow

And you know just how it goes when you kick it with the Pros

And you do it from the top, you know just how we rock

When the beats they always drop, Joey tell 'em what you got

[Verse 8: Joey Bada$$]

I said, yo, I'm so Brooklyn, came back through with the lumberjack

Niggas ain't even know how to act

I'm the shit, said I act like a plumber act

Nigga gotta get your plumbing back

Because we flushin' it up on the fuckin' royal flush

Niggas don't know, said they get fuckin' coiled up

If they try to get my lines, niggas can't even press, hit rewind

When the press hit you know it's on time

Right on time, nigga check your issues, nigga check your issues

Nigga these niggas cryin', nigga get your tissues

Don't give a fuck

[Verse 9: Joey Bada$$]

I said, who got the pot roll it up I'mma smoke

You see me come through on a ho

Everything that I spit is fuckin' dope

Check this shit, so fresh no soap

Got bars, no bell

Every time I come through nigga no jail

Just got this shit, no sentences

Niggas know I be represent this shit

Beast Coast motherfuckin' bedren, reverend

Nigga 'til forever then

Always got the motherfuckin' top

[Verse 10: Kirk Knight]

Yo yo yo, comin' from the top

And you know I had to come from the top

Wait hold up

If you a Brooklyn nigga then I got the black Tim and hoodies

These niggas tryin' to get me down like it's fuckin' goodie

But I don't care cause I'm 'bout to steal your goodies

And I been ? since a nigga was a, hold up

[Verse 11: CJ Fly]

My flow is odd, yeah you dudes is soft

And I been goin' off since I been in charge

Been the captain

Ever since I'm steppin' in a nigga kept on rappin'

And you know there's niggas talkin' shit, I get to clappin'

Never start, never ever stop

And you know I always go and my niggas they got the Glock

Let it pop

[Verse 12: Joey Bada$$]

Who got the pot? Who got the pot?

CJ Fly, Kirk Knight, Joey Bad

Who got the pot? Who got the pot?

CJ Fly, Kirk Knight up in the spot

Who got the pot? Who got the pot?

I said yo, uh

I said I'm lookin' for some reefer

Fuck my fuckin' teachers

Told me I would never be nothin' fuckin' either

Now you see me on the radio spittin' ether

Came back through, said these niggas check the sneakers

Nice kicks daily, you see how I be

Fresh shit baby, know just how I lead

[Verse 13: Kirk Knight]

Know just how I lead

And you know it's the Creeper killin' up the steez

Hold up, yo

And if you're checkin' in my hydroelectricity and my bonds

You know that's just how I do it, that's my chemistry

Me and shorty got a little chemistry, word is bond

And you know my bonds is fuckin' entities

Everybody say you gotta check my fuckin' entity

I been freestylin' since a baby, check me

That's that '90s shit, that's some '90s niggas

We the 90's clique, fuck you talkin' 'bout?

[Verse 14: Joey Bada$$]

Yo, I said check me ?? ACT or a Regent

On my testes, these niggas just can't test me

Like a ACT or a Regent

Nigga we some legions flying over your region

Next season, came back through

Said niggas get seasoned if they got beef

You see it in my teeth, said I just keep flossy

Came back through, Pro Era team bossy

[Verse 15: CJ Fly]

Got so much bars that you might need bail me

Shouts to my English teacher cause that bitch failed me

I don't even care cause I spit them hot bars

And I got a nice broad and we riding nice cars

Yeah, I'm tryna be a mutha-uckin night star

Shining in the sky, and you know the light raw

It's always up in my head, I'm feeling like Thor

You know I, need to go home, and feel like a whore

I got a, couple bitches with me they tryna roll up

And you know I pass it to my Pro cause he tryna buck

Tryna what

[Verse 16: Kirk Knight]

And I'm tryna fu-

And I'm just tryna, hold up

You hear the desperation in his voice, had to close his eyes

Just to enpision, envision a Rolls-Royce

I'm sorry that I messed my line up

Rosenberg got a nigga sweatin on side doe

I don't really care doe

Had the long hair doe since a baby I don't care

Cuz I'm crazy and you know I'm a wild child and from the

Let me stop saying that because it's kinda crazy

You know it's kinda lame how I'm sayin

It's the Fool's Gold stick up

[Verse 17: Joey Bada$$]

I said Boot Camp Clik come through with the Timbos

Joey hop on the flow simple

I might pop like pimples

Said I get right in tune with the tempo

Then I spit it from the temple, from the mental

From the noggin, the shit is not a problem

These fuckin' bloggers always got a problem

Tell 'em suck my dick

I don't give a fuck, said I just hit the piff

Get lifted with yo bitch

Always on the mic when I pre-exist

Coexisting in places, hitting different faces

These niggas tell me that I'm racist

Just cause I replace they faces, different ones every day

They get adjacent, then I'm out the fuckin door

You see me, rolling on ya f'in whore

Do this shit so freely, niggas wanna be me

[Verse 18: CJ Fly]

BedStuy, home of the original ill spitters

BedStuy, home of the original ill spitters

Chucktown, home of the original ill spitters

BedStuy, home of the original ill spitters

I've been kicking these verses since I been in a hearse bitch

Dead like a zombie but you know I got a hommy on my body

And I don't even know what to say

And you know I got the home and you know I'm gon' spray

I don't know

Pass it to my homie Kirk cut, he flow

Bugging up, I'm fucking up, I'm nice I know

And you know I'm dimming down the lights real low

Cause I just found myself the nicest ho

[Verse 19: Kirk Knight]

I said regulate homie yo stasis man my bucket's low

Everybody said that a nigga what's bucket's low

I don't give a fuck, let me stop sweating this shit

Let me just say it right, you I'mma fuck yo bitch

I'm 'bout to go in and yo, [ain't gonna check my H-O?]

And everybody said you know he had a little ego

Now niggas tryna get him with that crazy flow and I go

And then the beat change but I'mma still flow, uh

[Verse 20: Joey Bada$$]

I said yo, my gift is my cursive

I hit the verse no curses

Never rehearses, I just disperse this

Tryna get the purchase without ya mama purses

You know how I do this shit, reimburse it

And then I'm back in it, you see me

Pro Era crew roll through you city with the black van it be tinted

[Ritty?] in the driver seat

CJ roll shotgun with the shotgun

Niggas don't want it, I come through pop one

Niggas gon' be blunted, every time you see me

I'm like Pac's son, I'm chilling in Pac Sun

I got the fucking shit said they try to drop one

But they could never drop me or box me

Niggas get so fucking cocky

I don't give a fuck I'm like Rocky

No A$AP, talking 'bout the nigga in the ring

You see me, radio, ding I do my fucking thing

I do this shit, one fucking ring

That's what this rap shit earned me, it deserve me

They could never burn me, see it is my turn see

To put it on my map for my fucking city

Do it for eternity, you know I gotta keep it gritty

I keep it high, sadity, when I'm in the shit, no biggie

Do this shit with no Diddy

And I'm still gon' get my shine, nigga no really

You see I do this shit, hahaha, effortless

Niggas don't know, said I been a fucking Beast Coast resident

More like the president, see this shit and it's definite

Said I approach the mic with some elegance

[Verse 21: Kirk Knight]

I'm a Beast Coast veteran

Niggas try to get him like a brethren

If you catch me, you can catch...

That shit changed again

I'mma keep freestyling, I don't give a...

[Break: CJ Fly]

Word, word, word, word

Kirk Knight start it up

(Kirk Knight start it up)

Yo, I know how we should start this off perfectly

I said who wanna cypher in the room tonight

Grab the mic everything is gonna be alright

I said who wanna cypher in the room tonight

Grab the mic everything is gonna be, Kirk Knight!

[Verse 22: Kirk Knight]

Said, since a little baby

I ain't gon' front niggas said I'm real crazy, hold up

I said, if I check it in my electro bonds

And niggas try to get my down like it was, bombs

But niggas try to catch my style, I don't give a fuck

And you know a nigga had that big Tonka truck

And you know I always been fucking up

But then a nigga started fucking up

And now I'm living higher in that Tonka truck

If...

[Verse 23: Joey Bada$$]

Yo, I see this shit in retrospect

Yo bitch get swiped like that Metro get

Through my city, on the bus

She wanna like my bust, and act kitty

Do that shit, it's a must

I don't eff with bitches that's musty

You see me, I like all my womens custy and busties

Something like

[Verse 24: CJ Fly]

I got the finest shit, yea I spit that diamond shit

Yea I'm always shining bitch and I got the rhyming with

My noodles - and you know I spit it

And you know I always doodled on the paper when I write my verses

Never spit it and you know I spit it in the person

And you know I never go on radios and never cursing

Blur it out, uh, slow it down, uh

We got the pot, yo, let's burn it down

[Break: Joey Bada$$]

Let's burn it down, let's burn it down

Let's burn it down, let's burn it down

Let's burn it down, let's burn it down

Let's burn it down, let's burn it down

[Verse 25: Kirk Knight]

Ayo, I can't front I'm in a daze every time I ??

And I don't care cause you know it's just different day

All up in my English class just tryna get paid

Tryna get my gold figure, gold finger when you get in my way

And I don't care cause a nigga been a crazy style

From the block to the block from the top to the top

If a nigga got top one more time I might just bust

But it don't really matter cause I got a bluff bus

Everybody says that shorty is a health nut

But I don't care cause shorty just want a health nut

And if I can't freestyle off this shit again

I don't really cause you know I'm 'bout to ?? (Kirk Knight!)

[Verse 26: Joey Bada$$]

Shorty want a health nut, shorty want a shelf nuts

She tried to cuff me, I said bitch you bugging

I don't give a fuck said I go up on this shit

You see me how I do I said chilling with my clique

Not Boot Camp, but we get the root my man

We smoke roots then we out on the stoop

We come back through we spit the truth

We move in cahoots with yo bitches, rap flow malicious

[Verse 27: CJ Fly]

You know this how we do it

The Pro Era crew be the illest and the newest

The beat ending out so I'ma...

[Break: Joey Bada$$]

Can we put some Pro Era in ya ear

Put some Beast Coast in ya ear

Can we put some Pro Era in ya ear

Can we put some Beast Coast in ya ear

Can we put some Pro Era in ya ear

Start it off Fly, Beast Coast in ya ear

Can we put some Pro Era in ya ear

[Verse 28: CJ Fly]

Said we were just a couple kids like the Brady Bunch

Styles were miscellaneous, cats taking, speeding in the lane with us

Favorite line of quotes you can hang 'em up

You straight what's up, I don't know I wrote a statement cause

It was state and just, how homie he was faking tough

So I gave him lumps, beat 'em up broke his jaw he claimed he got jumped

Got on an orange suit, it hurts to see my mans in cuffs

It goes to show just how these Brooklyn streets were dangerous

Niggas ain't playing son, come around shining it's that timing

When things get violent, I ?? whenever they violent

That's why my style been ?? unless they want the Shaolin

I came into this game and ain't no one to make my plate

[Verse 29: Joey Bada$$]

Hit my plate, can we put that Pro Era in your ear?

I said yo, I'mma hit it like this

I'mma hit it like this, I'mma hit it like this

Ain't no reason to doubt this

Be that beyond reasonable doubt shit

Rap Genius, check the account for vouchers

We outchea, ? these out chairs

No donor from higher powers cause no clique is high as ours

Niggas think they...they ain't with it

You can't rep the flow if I ain't say that you with it

If you with it, then you know that who's really

Runnin' this rap shit, niggas caught in a rapture

These niggas is just actors who shoot out on film

Set up on your reel, cannons'll blast ya for real

Niggas not tryna see it with the skills

Kirk Knight help a motherfuckin' Pro for real

[Verse 30: Kirk Knight]

From the block to the block, keepin heaters son

Like the chromosomes losing ends, the sale's gone wrong

All I see is D boys tryna hold it down

While I’m in the lab tryna take the crown

Puffin loud, puffin on that one time

I don’t wanna see ya coughin

At most fear till I hit the fuckin office

Sign me up then I’m off this

I’m tryna be a prophet I done heard these niggas lost it

Hold up, I’m so far, lounging back, I’m so far

Niggas tryna sensor me out like SOPA

But the sensor been so off, observe through the scaffolding

Make niggas throw the towel in...

[Verse 31: Joey Bada$$]

Lookin’ at popular colored faces

Observing what my brothers faces in all races

Lost in generations before hatred

See with your eyes dilated for the sake of the Gs

But keep it sacred G, fuck a rat race, we take the

Cheese, jack cheddar from the make believe

Break the trees on they eighth CD, rocking the red and black

Lumberjack faithfully, I’m a Brooklyn

Nigga, basically I grind with the grimiest

Learn how to eat in the jungle full of hyenas

And vultures, don’t worry what a verse will cost ya

From the young scorcher, just remember who taught ya

I’m gonna spark it off unorthodox

Won’t sign to no major of no wager

Less than a 3 million offer off the top

I’ll be in a box with my coughin’ drops, why settle for a

Office spot? Niggas don’t always make it off the

Block, unless they extort rocks or support the cops

They still snitchin’ - let me guess: that’s your mannequin?

Leave ‘em shook while you’re standing and quit the shenanigans

Have you panicking, induce damages ‘til you’re vanishing

Words or tour probably resort top see examinin'

This is for my real hip hop fans and ‘em

I dispose for 'em, leave fake MC’s in the post mortem