Won't Be Today

[Intro/Hook]

I've been here for a minute

While they judged I lived it

And I've proved I'm here to stay

Now they all gather in and listen till there's nothing left to give 'em

But I still got more to say

I had a struggle on my ride here

Caught up in the grind and I almost lost my way

But if I ever call it quits, all I know is this

It won't be today (it won't be today)

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]

I'm a survivor, I've waited my turn, now it's my time sir

Had to dig deep, pick axe, coal miner

I'm like Ghost Rider, blazing a trail and flow fire

Shit my razor sharp lyrics turn your fitted to a visor

That mix-tape supplier, pulsing through your speaker wires

With a dutchie and a lighter, stay higher than frequent fliers

My word game demolishing these halfway decent writers

They rubbing sticks together I'm your local heat provider

Swerving through the street dividers like its Large Marge whipping it

Music juiced up, get a car charge with this shit

Now they asking questions like they "Nardwuar" in this bitch

Still I keep it dirty like a barn yard when I spit

Bars hard ripping shit, murder and I bury beats

Always come to play, at the studio in a pair of cleats

A pterodactyl to these mother fucking parakeets

Take it to the top, even higher than my hand can reach

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]

Look... for some of y'all to relate

Ya I trap you in a box for a season

Bullets bobbing and weaving still they popping and squeezing

No law to abide by, still you watching for deeds and

What's worse, you can't think of any logical reason

Been learned, when the pass comes it might be a no look

In the trap they keep you, that's why I stayed in my notebook

The tougher you try to be the lesser I was impressed

And I wish the nigga would like I had his best interest

Arms like tree trunks, weight is relentless

Fuck the world I'm going ape on this bench press

Careful with my foot and though they trimmed off half the ledge

I'm along for your sake dawg, me and the fags don't mesh

'Bout that, you'll see how I react to threats

Hear the gun sing or meet the knife with the jagged edge

But shit ain't how it used to be

So let my foes know they gotta get used to me

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]

Me giving up? It won't happen today

Rap til the day that they fucking bury me, put me in a casket to lay

So while I'm here just listen up to what I happen to say

I'll show you history being made in elaborate ways

I'm still a fully independent juggernaut up in this shit B

Tryin' to make that capital, holding down my shift key

The undisputed Best in the Burbs is what I still be, so feel me

'Cuz fucking with the flow is more than risky

A dog built like a doberman-pit mix breed

You pussy cats coughing up hairballs like Stimpy

Me? I spit venom, now I'm reppin in the big leagues

A grizzly, laughing while you teddy bears diss me

Hehhh, so if they ain't digging the flow fuck 'em

Go Mighty Joe Young in the building with Joe Budden

Show I'm something with this music shit, out here doing it

We ain't going nowhere bitch so get used to it