[Intro: Rhymefest]
Yo this is Rhymefest, and before I let you in the gates of Plugg City
I wanna thank the people that bought you here, my family at MixUnit.com
I don't like it unless it's brand new, and you shouldn't get it unless you get it first at MixUnit.com, come on in!
(Sample: "Special assistance from my homeboy Ready Rock")
First of all, I wanna welcome you low-life ass n****s
To the Plugg City: City On My Back, man
This is Rhymefest, and I asked some other n****s from Chicago to get on it
Some of em declined, some of em hopped on it but we all Plugg
I stay in grind mode, and if you didn't get on it
Fuck you bitch!
Wait hold the phone, muh'fucker pass the mic
Spread the word like Pastor Ike, this ain't mass but like
We can congregate and mash tonight
The boys in blue, I'll show you what the brass is like
The perf- *explosion*
First of all, I wanna welcome you low-life ass n****s
To the Plugg City: City On My Back, man
This is Rhymefest, and I asked some other n****s from Chicago to get on it
Some of em declined, some of em hopped on it but we all Plugg
I stay in grind mode, and if you didn't get on it
Fuck you bitch!
Wait hold the phone-
Wait hold the phone-
(Ready Rock)
[Verse 1: Rhymefest]
Wait hold the phone, muh'fucker pass the mic
Spread the word like Pastor Ike, this ain't mass but like
We can congregate and mash tonight
The boys in blue, I'll show you what the brass is like
The perfect storm, like when disaster strike
Or Knievel when he crashed his bike
I'm the ashy type, like the knuckles on an inmate locked up
'Cept I stay on the grind, my blue collar popped up
Blue collar rap, why I call it that?
Shit I know more real niggas that U-Haul than haul crack
You ain't a stand up man? Well you fall and crawl back
You a long distance thug, the fuck you call that?
See, this is how a track should pound
And if King was alive this is how he would sound
"You a soft-ass nigga, you a mark, you a gump
Fuckin lame, you a coward, you a punk, you a chump"
(Got the city on my back)
[Hook]
I'm the light, I'm the fuse, Rhyme-F-E-S-T
I'm {*"Dy-no-mite!"*}
Niggas runnin for cover from the fallin debris
I'm {*"Dy-no-mite!"*}
Explosive, nigga blowin up the streets
I'm {*"Dy-no-mite!"*}
I'm the keg, I'm the powder, I'm the fuse, I'm the lighter
If it look like a fire I'm {*"Dy-no-mite!"*}
[Verse 2: Rhymefest]
You would never stand the challenge
What the preacher preachin' what the teacher taught
I dropped out of school, stayed on the street and fought
Like Disciples! Jeffrey Manor to be exact
Where how you wear yo' hat made you prone to attack
Made you, made you, made you go and get a strap
And keep you bustin' 'til your enemies was gone from the map
Like a killer or a man or a giant when I stand
Open my palm bitch, I got the world in my hand
Got a gun and a plan, I got the bible and the Qu'ran
I got a bomb like I live in Iran
I got niggas to ride with me, hold me down in the street
And deep down I wonder if they the beast, I mean
I mean the police, the feds that police them street
Get in the studio, then try to influence my speech
Like a rat stool pigeon or a mark or a gump
Fuckin lame, you a coward, you a punk, you a chump
[Hook]
I'm the light, I'm the fuse, Rhyme-F-E-S-T
I'm {*"Dy-no-mite!"*}
Niggas runnin for cover from the fallin debris
I'm {*"Dy-no-mite!"*}
Explosive, nigga blowin up the streets
I'm {*"Dy-no-mite!"*}
I'm the keg, I'm the powder, I'm the fuse, I'm the lighter
If it look like a fire I'm {*"Dy-no-mite!"*}
{*explosion*}