"You walkin' with your head down scared to look" "When I move on the pavement" "You walkin' with your head down scared to look" [Verse 1: I try to follow the rules of the street, move on the pavement Fools speak [?] like you've been rapping for ages You geeks give a bad name to this rap game Cats claim they made it, if they do, I'll see a sad day Hangin' backstage, chattin' away Back in the day, you copped a slap to your yappin' and you'd be dashin' away Get ready, run, very dumb, lesson one is learned Lesson two, me and you, and you're gettin' burned No dues paid, I'm laughin' at what these dudes say Talkin' the shit that they run when they're walkin' Strollin' or struttin', fuckin' controllin' nothin' Good luck with your whole production, shit, I heard you're going gold or somethin' Just wait patiently, make a few tapes with your mates And basically stop tryna rhyme so hastily Wait and see, and if your shit is still wack Give me your promo at show, I'll be throwin' it back I follow the rules of engagement That I learned from the school in the basement When I move on the pavement Cats don't understand what they facin' I follow the rules of engagement That I learned from the school in the basement When I move on the pavement Cats don't understand what they facin' When I move on the pavement, L. Grey, all day, I stay faded Cats make one track and claim that they made it Dole payments, this whole life is so dangerous They don't understand what they facin' Train stations, full fare or full jaded You fools hate it but us fools are two favourites Two [?] fuck stripes, we crusaders This is code of the street for true natives We proceed to flip beats and get wasted Let's face it, we the school of the basement Dedicated to those who didn't call the role crew With the old school, there's two crews that we told you What they sold you, might as well pour a cold brew Fuck your whole crew, I fold you like I roll dudes Lazy Grey and Bias B with some old views Your new releases are old news Take giant steps on the pavement, fake my due payments Each state mistakes your fragile acclaims with Wack styles are faded out and relegated to the scrap heat Time for your rappin' to take a back seat We crush your bedroom productions And you jacks is wack when they're rhymin' light Go back to your nine to five, quit your rap career Ain't no room for the wack in here I bet that half these newcomers are gone in a few summers Turned house DJs and champagne drummers It come as no surprise when they change and switch Their whole style, tryna find a place where they fit It's sick to hear a young MC flow But don't let your ego outshine your rhymes and your beats though 'Cause you're steppin' to some hip-hop vets We've been here for years and nowhere near finished yet I follow the rules of engagement That I learned from the school in the basement When I move on the pavement Cats don't understand what they facin' I follow the rules of engagement That I learned from the school in the basement When I move on the pavement Cats don't understand what they facin' "You walkin' with your head down scared to look" "When I move on the pavement" "You walkin' with your head down scared to look" "Cats don't understand what they facin'" [Verse 4: These toys need to go back to where they came from, the stage one Burn every page and every stage you played on Throw away your fake gun, leave us all alone Your cover's blown, gangsters with gats, go back to chuckin' stones And there's a handful of names I won't elaborate No shows, no flows, no skills, give up the rappin' mate I had to make this track to put you back in your place Talkin' 'bout date of release, please? A bedroom tape? And what I hate, I'm not gettin' into it Bias B and Lazy Grey killin' it Inconsiderate to these illegitimate MCs talkin' gibberish Your style's fiddly bits and nobody really gives a shit In Clifton Hill, I sit and stare at the wall And in the back of my mind, I find that I don't really care at all It's best you call somebody who you can talk to It ain't all good, fuck no, not when it's your crew I follow the rules of engagement That I learned from the school in the basement When I move on the pavement Cats don't understand what they facin' I follow the rules of engagement That I learned from the school in the basement When I move on the pavement Cats don't understand what they facin' "You walkin' with your head down scared to look" "When I move on the pavement" "You walkin' with your head down scared to look" "Cats don't understand what they facin'" "You walkin' with your head down scared to look" "You walkin' with your head down scared to look" "When I move on the pavement"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
