Stomp

[Intro: Derrick Moore] "It's about flesh and blood It's about a heart beat that beats strong It's about a passion that is unyielding And I want you men to know today It is your time It is your hour, it is your moment Go take it!" [Verse 1: Black Thought] Yeah, speaking of "Pieces of a Man" Staring at a future in the creases of my hand It reads like a final letter I'm leaving for my fam But it's written in language they will never understand A late repentant, never deviating from a plan I drive by, headed for the Valley of the Damned The wheels spin, I'm looking for a sacrificial lamb Then roll tactics like a soldier out in the Sudan Listen: Was this a matter of flesh and blood? Yes, it was Does it matter who win and lose? Yes, it does It ain't about the most blessed love When you return to the essence, what is it back to the essence of? Greatness, I wasn't in the presence of 'Cause you was fake and never measured up You just a nigga on his regular, but how far am I ahead of you? It just as easily could've been me instead of you [Interlude: Derrick Moore] "We gon' fight 'til we can't fight no more And when we can't fight no more We gon' lie down and bleed a while We gon' get up, and fight some more And I want you say it with me Repeat it after me when I say it: 'We gon' fight!'" [Verse 2: Greg Porn] Fuck getting fucked, Immaculate Conception Now, "What's beef?" ain't even a question Calico kisses, cold blood, and crime tape Flirt with death, every night is a blind date One-night stand, payback's a bitch Shit have you skinny-dipping in a pool of your piss Blood, sweat, and tears, broken teeth and spit Put the barrel in your mouth, blow the Devil a kiss Put the knife in your back, cut down to the red meat Daddy should've let me be a stain on the bedsheets I'm one shot short of a Molotov cocktail Kick in the door like, "Welcome to my world" I'm an evil genius when it comes to this dumb shit Half of the time, I'ma keep it one hundred Don't play chicken when I'm driving 'em crazy Get hit in the wing, thigh, breast, or drumstick We like (We like— We like— We like— We like—)