super official

i've been earning my stripes

till i'm perfect when i'm working the mic

and i've been serving the type of words that murder insights

this ain't an urge it's for life

what i recite furthers the fight

a service for the circus that occurs in the night

so put your money where your mouth is

we're doing it now

cause golden era's let loose on the prowl

loosen the noose of your doubts

we're here to take back what used to be ours

so make your last words count like grooms choosing their vows

it's more than just timing

the sport of slaughter with rhyming

of course if i'm writing my name upon your corpse it's a signing

there's hoards of them vibing

smiling at the thought of us dying

the water that's rising ain't the shore it's more of your crying

jealous cause we striving and inspired by truths

they know nothing bout surviving with the times and the news

and whole image is a lie and didn't like that my crews

got our own sneaker

feel free to walk a mile in my shoes

hip hop's in hard times if it's said

that time is money

then i've been paying dues until i hit the red

is it dead

or is it just the picture which your fed?

write rhymes with your heart and do your business with your head

if you ever bought pressure a beer

let it be clear

it was a blessing but i'm stressing i'll be dead in a year

forgetting my fears for the blood

sweat and tears

f a career

i'll be left with the respect of my peers

what we're doing here is crazy

super official with the style

what we're doing here is crazy

if you ain't up on this

then you ain't up on shit

super official with the style

if you ain't up on this

then you ain't up on shit

girl for one night

we'll get drunk right

and we'll get tongue tied

till we puke together

bitch

big lebowski

that rug tied the room together

howl at the moon together like ozzy osbourne on tour

in rio with ronny james dio on the encore

they want a funkoar

they wanna hold a mirror

to ninety-four

they want a golden era

they wanna golden shower so i'm a give 'em

sid vicious

spit vicious

you can't cut me off like circumcision

that's just how i'm living so adjust how you listen

to the music

the new shit can't be touched now i'm driven

ain't the same old

lame old take it in the a-hole

payola

payroll

dude shut your cakehole

this is soul like watching some day old

paint on a train roll by as the rain fall

and it's so beautiful it's painful

a sweet sickness

like picturing the rest of your life with a girl you've known

for three minutes

and proposing in a day and a half

what we're composing here's state of the art

it weighs heavy on your brow like a crown of thorns

and that's when we break it down man sound the horns

now reborn

work hard

eat lunch in the car

but we play hard

braveheart drunk in a bar

we're here so take heart

we're making music that's honest

the movements upon us like some rebels moving through in the forest

carrying a torch to burn babylon

for every musician a label ever put a saddle on

what we're doing here is crazy

super official with the style

what we're doing here is crazy

if you ain't up on this

then you ain't up on shit

super official with the style

if you aint up on this

then you ain't up on shit