You never seen nothing like this before (What?)
When the lights in the house crash down
With the sound of respect and pride
For east side
Where the motherf**ers
Try to slide a ride
And find out it’s the turn of the tide
So keep it real if you feel what the f**ing deal has dropped
Gunshot that will stop your motherf**ing heart like
BOOM
When I enter the room
And see the stage start to shake
And quake
I’m gonna motherf**ing break this house down
Bring it back to the floor
f**ing begging for more
Till I score like a pedal
Pushing down through the metal
Causing trouble in the treble when the
Ba** is racing to a too fast (Woo)
Motherf**ing pace
This is the time
Not their time, our time
Mother f**ing time to shine
Like a diamond buried in the sh**
Of a prick, legit still picking through
The ashes left by the sick
Unwell hellbent spellbent
Thinking time is well spent
On these raps we all f**ing resent
Making what you can’t
Like a can of canned plans
Jumbled up
Bundled up
Like a mother f**ing camp camp
What?
Generic rap stuff (You all know what it is)
Yo I build the streets but I don’t cross ’em
Look both ways, left and right (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When the lights in the house crash down
With the sound of respect and pride
For east side
Where the motherf**ers
Try to slide a ride
And find out it’s the turn of the tide
So keep it real if you feel what the f**ing deal has dropped
Gunshot that will stop your motherf**ing heart like
Prepare for the future
A new revolution
It’s cool as blue
So called the motherf**ing crew like
Hey
Reaching out saving the day
Like a superman
Swoopin’ in
Taking out who’s stooping in
The murder of rap
As an art of fact
Like an artifact
We’re all taking back
It’s the end of an era
Like a lyrical terror
Being put down
Shook down
Bringing back the talent now
It’s time to remember
Who’s here to surrender
A motherf**ing wave of sh** is gonna end here
It’s time to strike. It’s time to rise
And realize it’s the turn of the tide
It’s time to strike. It’s time to rise
And realize it’s the turn of the tide (Yeah)
b**h motherf**er stay away from me
Take a hit from this motherf**ing symphony
Pop pop that’s the sound it’ll make when you drop
Motherf**ers rolling out
Go to b**h jail