[Intro: Beedie & Harley Hustle]
Yeah
Alright
Mhm, mhm, ayo (1000 Grams for your bitch ass)
So let me start with today, B
Tell y'all a little story and shit (Uh, ayo)
Yo, look, yo
[Verse 1: Beedie & EZ Mac]
It was a cold day up in the middle of December
I had to give the world somethin' that they could remember
'Cause 2008, man, these haters just pretenders
They see my fallin' off, into the edge, so could you lend a
Hand to me? Hands in a fist 'cause I am every (Chyeah)
Thing I say, got a problem? Gotta stand to me
'Cause my goal is to live my life amply
Make it to the top and I'ma stand with my mans with me
And ain't a thing that's gеttin' in my path
I'ma fall over dead beforе I get mine's last
Y'all fall, splittin' up, so I sit and I laugh
Think about my hardships 'stead of [?] my past
But, I lit up a spliff, the kid is irrational
True to my roots, well, I guess I'm old-fashioned, yo
They wanna know where the hip-hop lives
In your heart, that's where hip-hop is
I used to sit in the plywood walls, room six-by-six
Motherfuckers over me, tryna fix my shit
But they don't understand that I bleed for this
They defeatin' us, I'ma keep fightin' 'til we see the bliss (Yeah)
Out here, repeatin' diss to my crew, you couldn't eat a pest
Y'all jealous 'cause we be the best (Uh-huh)
I'll beat you to death, at least I'ma dent up your lid
Against peace, I was infamous for this as a kid
But I'm older now, it's colder how the world keeps turnin'
I keep it in my shoes, and my herb, it keeps burnin'
'Cause all these fools run they mouth, it's hurtin' me, for certain
You makin' up your rules, but you ain't servin' me the sermon (Nah)
'Cause I'm the judge, I make the law
All of y'all fallin' off the wall to stay involved, I'ma call
For my brothers in the war, keep ballin'
The strong beat the struggle while the weak free-fallin'
And on this microphone, I'm kinda like Mike Jordan
The beast from the east is reformin' (Yeah, what up?)
'Cause I'm regroupin' on the stoop, it's what I writ in the page
With a fresh pair of kicks when I'm hittin' the stage
And my swag like a slick, kinda glisten and graze
We the fools droppin' jew-els, you listen for days, yeah
So, talk shit and get a fist in your face
'Cause, yo, I'm sick of motherfuckers gettin' into my space (So, I'ma take it back), yeah
[Chorus: Beedie & EZ Mac]
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta take it back
Take it back from all the haters frontin', fakin' raps
We runnin' track, a couple laps before they make it back (Make it back)
They want a spot, well, I'ma take it back (Well, I can't front)
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta take it back (Take it back)
So, don't sleep 'cause I'll break you while you take a nap
These hatin' cats, man, I hate 'em back (Yeah, yeah, yo)
You say the Mac and I'ma put it in your face (Yeah, yo, yo)
What you make of that? (This the Mac)
[Verse 2: EZ Mac]
Good mornin', y'all, bless my head awakes
On my way to school to let 'em educate
Back in the day with Patty cake and some bread to bake
In retrospect, I re-collect my thoughts and set the date (Yeah)
See, these two cats that I met in May
I remember the day and what they said to me
And did I mention they, on the second day of second grade
When teachers throwin' red flags, hadn't even reffed a game (Nope)
They taught me how to lift my words, language levitate
I'm a major, other players stay in featherweight
Grindin', rhymin', leavin' cats Mr. Magoo
What I'm spittin' to you is consequence of habitual use
And isn't it true the rise of individual youth?
When political views are only what can fit in the news
I'm a criminal 'cause I'm fifteen and I'm sippin' a brew?
I'll give rhythm to you, healin' no physician can do
What do I do when my decision is the prison at school?
I'm missin' the part where art doesn't live in the rules (Yeah)
And if ain't in the book, then I'ma put it in
Not at the end, 'cause that is how my story would begin
I shouldn't win, they tried to break me, but I couldn't bend
If I don't make it as a rapper, then I could pretend (Could pretend)
'Cause these trends don't end, reoccurin', you déjà
The same shit out the damn radio player
See, music is Reggie, and I am the Pacers
These words like a shot of whisky, ruined with chasers (With chasers)
I'm fluent with greats, influence music that made a
On-point lyricist, I shootin' with lasers, yeah
Hip-hop's my homie that I'm doin' a favor
Like an alcoholic, music they abusin' a taste of
Think I ain't a rapper 'cause I ain't shootin' a hater? (Pssh)
Watch, me and Beedie gon' make the news and the paper, yeah
[Chorus: EZ Mac & Beedie]
This music that we make, we could listen for days
Time to take it back (Take it), take it back
This music that we make, we could listen for days
Time to take it back (We take it back), we take it back (Take it back)
This music that we make, we could listen for days
Time to take it back (We take it back), take it back (We take it back)
This music that we make, we could listen for days
Time to take it back (We take it back), we take it back (Yeah)
[Outro: EZ Mac & Beedie]
Time to take it back (Yo), time to take it back (The Ill Spoken, yo)
Time to take it back (Yeah), take it back (Beedie and EZ Mac)
Take it back (The Ill Spoken; 2008), take it back (Take it back)
Yeah, man, we takin' it back like '95
With Anwar on the beat
From Pittsburgh to Sw—
