[Verse 1: Capital STEEZ] We need to stop killin’ these rappers And body bags are pilin’ up, the feds are gonna catch us When they smell the dank, they’ll be sendin’ for back up Then I’m on the run, fixed gear, peddlin’ backwards Suicide, this a suicide PE, we got these niggas running like suicides Spittin’ old school raps like Puma Clyde’s Killuminati flow, right here is where the truth lies No blonde hair or blue eyes I ain’t getting blinded by this world, I’m too wise Roger that, we wavy like shark attacks And stocking caps and Don King, no boxing match They said I was too fat for spittin’ So I took it back, came with that boom bap appearance Shit is from my lyrics, come and hear it in my spirit And I plan to leave the game before my child can come and hear it
[Verse 2: Jakk The Rhymer] From grade school We been trained in that trade, fool That’s why I handle Pro Tools, like trade school Precision in rhyme, made cuts like a blade jewels Christian in ‘93, heard me kicking in the womb Cradle robbing, and made it entitled until we common My ancestry foul, so I’m following my forefathers Polishing my classic shit Archaeologists, just bury me in the land of kings, where my father rest Damn son, we shining over the trees They fell from these seeds sort of like our grandsons And when it comes to flows, pro’s got 'em in the bag Taking over the field like pollen in a draft Scarecrow niggas quick to stick you in the back Cash bring Judas and Brutus out, beware yo Damn homie, this that shit for your soul Pro’s, been running underground like the railroad
[Bridge: Capital STEEZ] The man in the mirror couldn't stop me I'm a shooting star Homie your top speed is mach 3 Shooting stars Hopping rooftops with Jakk and Pow P
[Outro: Capital STEEZ] Just don't let the cops see Don’t let the cops seeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
