[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
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