[Scratching]

"Rhyme for the streets"

[Verse One]

Must love hip hop

Do it when I'm not in the mood

Smooth it is not the shoes, hip hop in the groove

To the day and rhyme late, lines 25-8

Eyes on the prize, Rise like the crime rate

Breathe it or leave it, believe it or thieve it

You like it or need it, you true with it or keeping a secret

You like it or lump it, I like it so I write it and dump it

If you love it then set it free or you don't even want it

Then I lose sleep

[?] don't play

And I dig deep, she gon' bust oil one day

And then the plan sessions in private hand gestures

This is how the van meshes, rappers in the stands guessing

They next word, I'mma say like they damn Kreskin

I'll tell the cabbie, Cali till the different plan set in

Ain't time to start my rally

Ain't time to fart and boast

This ain't a Laffy Taffy

Don't open this with jokes

[Scratching]

"Represent"

For the streets gotta

"Represent"

For the fans

"Represent"

For the streets

"Represent"

For hip hop c'mon

"Represent"

For the fans gotta

"Represent"

The streets want it

"Represent"

For the fans

"Represent"

"Rhyme for the streets"

[Verse Two]

So I try to keep steady with my mind off balance

Mind off static, competition my own challenge

I want planets...sun, rise in the east

Floss when you smile still my style in your teeth

I can make this verse last long for thousands of weeks

Spread from the east to the west mountain peak to the beach

To the sea and beneath, life's a tease on the cheek

But not the flavor of the week so be easy/discreet

And she get charmed long on songs, casual cover

A walking time bomb, bomb arm in Mario Brothers

Calm, chill out like fishing throw the hook out and reel

And if they bite the bait, it's just your fate and your skill

So I'm spitting while I'm speaking slob, reason for the salad guard

Everybody laughs at y'all even English palace guards

I feel the madness on, I do battle raps and How To's

Against my valid spar, I don't give a fuck about you

[Hook]

[Verse Three]

No matter if you the champ now, future or former

Even if your style's been around as long as you want is

I got the facts, nobody's telling me crap

Adapt on the track or be the wooly mammoth of rap

See my contractionary acts like when Pontiffs attack

I'm half sleep when I rap, I ain't conscious like that

It's textbook execution, Timeless Matter's my name

Mad it can't be created or destroyed only changed

Now you want a deal we ask while builders and ferrys drop

Living with their varied past, bodies under coffee shops

Party till the party stops

Drunk, loud people laughing

Didn't know she was a cop, thought it was a stripper acting

Rhyming is a gut reaction, timing and gifts from God

Wrap it and give it to you, He just let me sign the card

Knowing I flow I like it and I only like the nicest

See this ain't boastful writing

This is called a poet license

[Hook]