Alowha

[Intro: Queen Latifah, Joey Bada$$ & Chuck Stangers] Make some noise! And the champion Reigning that is From Flatbush, Brooklyn *cheering* You are now listening to... Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls All across this poisoned world Aw, yeah! We back! Kirk Knight on the beat! Brooklyn, have a safe summer! Pro Era, we out here Rest in peace my nigga STEEZ, this is for you Summer Knights! My nigga OG Swank in this bitch! I ain’t know it was more. It’s still going nigga! Chuck, it’s— you know who I am Bitches, I see y'all outta here in summer, in tank tops all that shit Paulter tops Y’all need to take them cheap ass flats off though *laughter* Yeah.. back in this muthafucka (Back at it again) Reportin' live from a lyrical high One time (Tell a friend, tell a friend) I’ll ride for my niggas I’ll ride for my niggas I’ll ride for my niggas [Verse 1] Yo, with not a damn thing on my mind but this rhyme And a matter of time to make this whole shit align Like I planned out, nothing in life gets handout Just stand out, ever since I hit the pot my vision panned out Pressure boil 'til I'm fanned out, now we the popular band So they can't keep their hands off of the man now Invite 'em in, give 'em that S vitamin, baby Cham style Got some Trini girl to soak it up, ShamWow! Damn, child, you're killin 'em Fillin' 'em, drillin' 'em with serums of pure noradrenaline High blood feelin' like the thermostat cracked, left mercury spillin' Your favorite rapper tryna earn stacks from nursery children True emcees write a verse and rehearse it a million times Just for the rebirth of a feelin' prime and golden Shawty ask what I'm holdin', teasin' 'em Know when the magnum blast eye squeeze magnesium Used to be mad premature, now I'm mad premium From lookin' up to niggas, to lookin' up niggas Meetin' 'em, meetings with 'em Give 'em a high pitch like curveballs and helium Young scorcher trying to evolve like Charmeleon Million, yeah, nigga (Hold that, pshh, pshh) We tryna get a million [Verse 2] Got the bomb nigga, Baghdad I'm blown away from a bad pass Walk on grass, below skunk, I smell sole funk in the stash My SB's, antimony I never had I was more arsenic, vaporize when I got heated Never jealous, solid as a rock n' roll fo' planes No propellers, just some Pro fellas, who you know better? Never lost my groove, I don't know no Stella It's a cold world without Coachella A shady bunch, like under Interscope umbrella But that don't faze me once, people say I'm crazy But call me young Evel 'cause I crazy stunt Amaze these punks, drop swank like it's knowledge to ya Mr. Bada$$ is ya scholar's tutors Swank the lord and hallelujah Still praying to the Allahs, Gods and Judahs Balance out my lows on a low high (Motherfucker!) Niggas ain't know I'm sitting so high Balance out my lows on the low high I'm like a low high [Outro: Joey Bada$$, T’nah, & Queen Latifah] Yo, yo, yo, yo hit 'em high, hit 'em low (Yo!) Yo, yo, yo, yo hit 'em high, hit 'em low (Yo!) Yo, yo, yo, yo hit 'em high, hit 'em low (Yo!) Leave 'em with no direction to go Yo, yo, yo, yo hit 'em high, hit 'em low (Yo!) Yo, yo, yo, yo hit 'em high, hit 'em low (Yo!) Yo, yo, yo, yo hit 'em high, hit 'em low (Yo!) Direct-less Indigos Yeah nigga straight like that From Flatbush, Brooklyn! One time It's Beast Coast shit Balance out my lows on a low high Pro Era! Nothing more, nothing better Niggas ain't know I'm sitting so high Progress, low high Goodnight! (Word is fucking bond, y’all) Word is fucking bond