Chorus

The mic is my rap sheet, son I came from the Gutta like the backstreet

You know I gotta give you the heat, bout to give you these barz from my rap sheet

Verse 1 - Rob John

Real life things in my lines what I’m rapping about, I know it’s rough but we’re gonna make it up out of the drought, I’m back in my route, bout to go to the mountain, and shout! Rap from the front to the back of the house

And I don’t do this for the clout

Man I do it cuz I love this, son I’m telling you I gotta stay above this

Over the ocean Im flowing, I’m going through the motion, and going right to the post, and never boasting

What ever comes to my mind ima say it, and these barz ima lay it, and I’m coming right from the pavement in basic

Keep the steady climb, I’m rhyme in the matrix, work in a heavy grind, keep time in the making

Another chronicle, rhyming over the sonical, In a combat defeating The diabolical, I’m phenomenal, flowing from my abdominal, thinking logical

Yo I’m out, son I’m outta this booth

Chorus

The mic is my rap sheet, son I came from the Gutta like the backstreet

You know I gotta give you the heat, bout to give you these barz from my rap sheet

The mic is my rap sheet, son I came from the Gutta like the backstreet

You know I gotta give you the heat, bout to give you these barz from my rap sheet

Verse 2 - Rob John

No pen, I’m flowing amongst the wind, the melody’s my paper, and I flow from within

Next level ima take ya, looking up to The Maker

Dancing on the board, free styling on pianos, rhythm on the floor, compose like the sopranos, strong just like I’m Thanos

Barz for days, stretched out like the lambos

I blast like the meteorite, see thru the light, I’m thirsty this rap is my Pedialyte

I spazz on the track, kinda mad on the wax, seeing words well throwing out the contacts

The rhyme is my vision, spit it hard in collision, United is the way got no time for division, I grind In the mission, got another life, I’m alive, and I’m living

Jot it In a flight, right to the mic, I’m gifted

Chorus

The mic is my rap sheet, son I came from the Gutta like the backstreet

You know I gotta give you the heat, bout to give you these barz from my rap sheet

The mic is my rap sheet, son I came from the Gutta like the backstreet

You know I gotta give you the heat, bout to give you these barz from my rap sheet