[Verse 1]
Speakers in the park project beats
Under Speakers in the park
Emcee skills is a must
Old-school n*ggas don't fuss
We got way too many rhymes to bust, trust
Remember "Yes yes y'all" and "Don't stop the body rock"?
I was a part of that
Cause shots that I popped made they body rock
Body drop
Records, like boxes are way too heavy
It's Freddie Foxxx, off the top
Lyrically balanced
Everything I rhyme about ain't all about violence
Even if I put violence in it
It's only for a minute
Twenty four hundred a minute
Is that collaboration limit for you gimmicks
You n*ggas rhyming for a ham sandwich
The middle of a man sandwich -- pause
Step up your flow game
Some you n*ggas sound so lame
Still acting like no-names
No gain, no game
No pain, no b*tching
No lying, no crying
No sh*tting on the tour bus
Guns loaded that will bust
If anybody disrespect us
We trust that the real n*ggas will respect it
Cause all the real n*ggas stay connected
Y'all on that Internet sh*t talking beef sh*t
I'm on some bust you in your head on the motherf*cking street sh*t
Leak your Yankee fitted
And the streets gon' thank me with it
f*ck your ideologies
I'd rather hear the hood stories of Prodigy over Primo
That speaks to all the cats that we know
Salute Andre 3000 and Cee-Lo
Who invented that steelo?
It's just an argument amongst me and my n*ggas
Cause everybody gotta start somewhere
You probably saying, what the f*ck do you care?
Cause y'all n*ggas up north can't get your records off
And, I agree with that
Cause y'all Dirty South cats got copycats who started rap
Now that's powerful and pitiful
That a legend can't remain spittable
n*ggas is classic, literal
I'mma keep rocking to this beat cause it's so dope
Baldhead Isaac, lyrically I'm sick
My rhymes put cats under pressure
Cause I weave my words through they songs like a sweater
They start sweating, become sweat-ers
Watching how I spit every letter
Words which I spit better
Vocabulary, you spit hard but you scary
That scares me
Or better yet, concerns me
That's why I keep them hammers on my hip
The same ones that burn me
Twin Glizzle
Front and I show you they still work, for shizzle
Can Bump Knucks say, "For shizzle"?
Well, I respect E-40 and Snoop D-O-double gizzle
And before the game fizzle
I gotta give props to certain n*ggas
I respect they grizzle
I'm not dissing -- never no disrespect ever
Bumpy Knuckles raising n*ggas up like a lever
Elevator, cause I like to elevate you
I never hate you
Y'all n*ggas made the game more relevant
While I remain the elephant
Stomping out snakes and fakes