[Intro: Raymond Mitchell]

I was in Jimbo's last night, about 2:50

The original one on Amsterdam

They open for like twenty-four hours now

And, um

Me and homeboy, we was just talkin'

He was sayin' all the music out right now is garbage and all this and that

And I was like, you know, before he can even really go in

I was tellin' him like, “Yo, man”

"You just gotta look at the root of where it comes from"

Like the average rappers right now

You know, it’s a whole different generation, you can’t really compare no more

And I said if your life experience is different then that’s gonna come out differently

You know what I'm saying, so the average 25, 24, 23-year-old rapper

Is totally different from Biggie and Pac

So you can’t even really compare the two

So you ain’t even got no point of reference really

You just gotta stick with the now

So it goes

[Verse 1: Wiki]

Graduated, what's next?

Everybody's asking

What college you going to? What you have planned?

We advanced, got our advance

Copped a couple amps

Now we enhanced

Got a mans with a van that could drive us to our fans

To enchant

Those that ain't ready start to pant

Fall over those that were ready just could lamp

That's what separates the lions from the lambs

Damn

That ain't a brand that's a band

Crammed

Up in a room tryn'a jam

That's the raw, that's the god, that's the all, that's the fam

Ratking smack kings splat rats when they scram

[Bridge: Wiki]

Dayymm

Dayyyymmm

[Verse 2: Hak]

Dead man, one man war, teen years dead bored to a snore

Remove ya strut to the door, stole ya senses, ain't using 'em for

Too fat to kill these hogs

Stained glass windows stainless stalls

Henry's half moon poured to the shores

Remove ya lips from a whore, remove ya hiss when I score

Remove ya I twist and I twirl

Replacing the track, constantly spit while you casually snap

Canta just kind of rap, fly or float when flat, we must all face facts

Saliva warm on wax, should we war get waxed

Do you ill like Jill did Jack, rub you raw like rash

Time that it takes you to crawl and to crash

Be beast with two backs, dick in ya scat

Black honey hips and ya ass, and ya wished that it last

Had what ya had

Well I'm big and I'm bad

Too too bad, too too bad

[Outro]

Guess what? We not no player-ass-hating niggas

We ain’t gonna knock no other player in the game

We just about gettin' ours

And I mean everybody that feel like they’re the best

Motherfucker, you should ought to be saying you the best if you’re out there saying

"I’m a good rapper" and all that funny-ass shit

Get the fuck out the game, nigga, play the sidelines

It’s like being NFL now, if you ain’t no sportsman

If you ain’t helpin, stay on the motherfuckin sidelines

Right now, it’s all about athletes and athletics

We controllin' this shit and that’s how we feel from the heart

What’s up, mom and dad!