[Produced by Large Professor]
[Verse 1: Cormega]
Though I walk through the Valley of Death
I never got lost or took cowardice steps
I move honorably, gained a lot of respect
Saw poverty but wouldn’t trade God for success
In fact maybe I’m too advanced for crack babies
My impact is similar to Basquiat paintings
Visually fascinating, reality rap
Not the fabricated, we’ll have you anxious to sell weight
But Feds are patient like architects, building cases
The foundation is information, I give in my lyrics
Ain't easily assimilated, my pen is crazy
I went from livin’ on the edge, to the realm of greatness
Was willed into existence, this is continuation of skill
Revealed in music we originated
Then places full of napped hair melanated
Descendants of slaves who found ways to elevate it
[Verse 2: AZ]
Grey's anatomy, amazed with duality
I inhale to propel through polarities
Rap reality, trapper, actor, or athlete
Choose carefully, use vernacular accurately
None after me, none before, it's factually
I'm the core conquistador of the faculty
Bastard seed, black fatigues
Prestigious since Ellesses from the master's league
Master's weed, placed on a mantle with the Jack Daniels
Ruger strap with the wooden shellac handle
Tap the sample approve, cop, and bounce
Never announce financial, losers stop to count
Lost but found was both in the same breath
The Sos' remain fresh, every dose came correct
To gain respect, hoodie on for the gone
So fuck the fake cop that shot little Trayvon
[Verse 3: Redman]
I rep my city hard, I live for it
I’m like a shotgun blast when I’m recordin'
I bring down the house like Steve Martin
You can smell weed when your boy pre-boarding
Call me Delta, you can earn air miles
Tracks like dirty laundry, I air it out
Redman like a movie, I'm Paramount
That’s why they imitating me, like Weird Al
Boy, in the club I get budded
Gilla House general, nigga don’t butt in
Circle around the block, tell ‘em I’m coming
It’s no VIP, I’m in like Bruh Man
But I kick back and roll purp up (yes)
And write an ill flow when the surf's up (yes)
I stay grindin’ when the thirst’s up
Hip-hop my bitch, watch how I work her
[Verse 4: Styles P]
Short nights make the days longer
And your problems start to weigh on ya
Gotta pray when they prey on ya
Feel kinda funny when the four pound stays on ya
You think it’s much better to hustle
For European luxury, American muscle
It's bricks or bread, in the duffle are two long guns (Two guns up)
Beware of the leather to touch you
Thinkin' is it better to crush you or just walk away
Looking at your neck, put the hawk away
The pain'll remain, the rain'll wash the chalk away
My problems weigh what a Orca weigh
Swimmin' in the waters with the great whites
On a highway, but you don’t see my brake light
Seven days in a week, I’m on the 8th night
On the dark side but I ain’t bring a safe light
