キー: G major•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Music
Ready, set, track that,
da -da -da -da -da -da
Shows we gon' pack that,
da -da -da -da -da -da
Money we gon' rack that,
da -da -da -da -da -da
don't even ask that
It's kinda rough,
you better go and get the
You even think you got a shot,
you got an ass back
You like a midget trying to ollie you past
Shaq
I'm like them
Yukon chicks, see how I toss that
You can't hang double digits,
y 'all done lost that
Yo, matter of fact, tell me something,
where your boss at?
It's boom bap, motherfuckers,
I ain't off that
I'm in the lane all by my lonesome,
comparing to none
That rap gospel like
Reverend
Run
Pull it together like my hair in a bun,
crowds I mash that
They wanna be the hottest chick,
I'm going past that
I'm like that
Joan of
Arc bitch, you're my dark sting
You coppin' please,
all I'm hearin' is some harp strings
So do the smart thing and lead
us to profession now
That lyric cowl, hip -hop,
you call good music
Funk music, good music
You know nigga got that shit
that make you choose it
It's not sprawl on the beat
that make you lose it
So tell them all to be ready in five,
we goin' live
Cause this here's timeless,
it will never die
The truth is eternal, it will never lie
My position in this game is self -solidified
It's just one of them things
that ain't sittin' well
A bunch of heathen non
-believin' mere infidel
Y 'all screamin' hip -hop dead,
but y 'all endorse that
I'm sayin' hip -hop lives
and I enforce that
See, when it come to this rap shit,
I ain't off that
I'm like that lady of rage,
loosin' my broadstrap
It sure they do that, that,
they all applaud that
You better stay out my lane,
you can't afford that
Them right here's what
you call good music
Funk music, good music
You know digga got that shit
that make you choose it
It's not raw on the beat, it make you lose it
So tell em all to be ready in five,
we goin' live
Cause this here's timeless,
it will never die
The truth is eternal, it will never lie
My position in this game is
Knock knock, who is it?
Raps most exquisite
From billboards galore to a
screen full of widgets
Bout to let the dogs out,
sixties, spittin' ass
Know y 'all motherfuckers miss me
I did a misdeed, apologize
I even see the disdain in my mama eyes
She said, girl, don't you know no good
We keeps it hood,
ain't nothin' like your piece of mind
you was born for this hip -hop job
Now, child, go hard,
nobody gettin' close to the star
Be like
Solar, puttin' on my blue suede chucks
These chicks suck, 99 get smart
Y 'all other rappers get stuck
I got plenty to bust, see I ain't off that
I crush them all,
tear them open like a soft act
They turnin' white, lookin' like
Asher
Rothrack
Tell them across the map,
it's what you call good music
Funk music, good music
You know digga got that shit
that make you choose it
It's nuts, bro, on the beat,
it make you lose it
So tell them all to be ready in five,
we goin' live
Cause this here's timeless,
it will never die
The truth is eternal, it will never lie
My position in this game
da -da -da -da -da -da
Shows we gon' pack that,
da -da -da -da -da -da
Money we gon' rack that,
da -da -da -da -da -da
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