[Sample]
Whatcha gonna do, come back, back again
[Verse 1: Akil]
No doubt, uh, it took ten years, for me to pressure cook my fears
Now my front line rhymes moving up from the rear
My dream slash career appeared ever so clear
Now I'm able to touch, smell, feel, speak and hear
My fans cheer, my time is finally here
The past depart the present cause the future is near
Anticipation, magnified my motivation
Direct my energy to touch nations
Been entertaining since niggas was really banging
Dancing at the old folks parties, pancaking
I've been waiting for my time to shine
From Catholic school to John Muir Junior High
From ??? to rocking at the Good Life
We paid the price to keep rhyming and rip shit on the mic
Yo, cause if you only knew what we been through
The struggle and the pain to maintain and continue
[Hook 1]
Expectations, on our committee Unified relations
We Rebel our Rhythm through tribulation
And treble and bass the situation with dedication
[Verse 2: Charli 2na]
Yo, go get your ticket, your seats, snacks and beverages
While we get wicked all in your brains, cracks and crevices
Servicing bulletins to you critical puritans
Who be shouting in my vicinity, doubting my capability
(Expect) no defeat, my whole fleet be scorching
Keep across your vision blurred from heat distortion
The proportions better take precaution
While we shake the portion fakes are lost in, never flossing
(The antidote for your mood) We sloppy dope and I'm hoping that
What I wrote get you open like a Fallopian tube
In my crew we include brothers who worthy
Rebels and DJ's from LA, I'm from Chi
He from Jersey, ever thirsty for success
Plus never vexed, flipping for Allah cause he blessed us
With the talent, to make Jurassic your next guest
Rocking since the '84 Fresh Fest, yes
[Hook 2]
Great expectations, on our committee, Unified relations
We Rebel our Rhythm through tribulation
And treble and bass the situation with dedication (Repeat 2x)
[Verse 3: Marc 7even]
Ayo my story starts in the NJ state
And gets deep like a movie Bruce and Demi make
I moved to the land of sand and ill earthquakes
I didn't know this was the place I'd get my piece of the cake
Or the piece of the pie, U-N-I-T-Y
Every Thursday night at the Life we kept it tight
That's right, that's where we dwelled and the rhythm rebelled
We a blast from the past like those shotgun shells
Not no macho males with raps about a beer
(Our mission is to persevere) So haters can play the rear
We toured the stratosphere from here to London Square
You swear you're prepared to diss what we have here
Indeed
Time ticks as rapid rhymes rip
Earth and time split in time to find it's
Just another manic Monday, and one day
We'll shine, too, so it's true, when my crew say
[Hook 1]
Expectations, on our committee Unified relations
We Rebel our Rhythm through tribulation
And treble and bass the situation with dedication
[Zaakir]
Yo, whether you love to hate it, if it's in or outdated
If I've been overrated or maybe your most favorite
You expect me still to write my verse on time
And I expect you not to front when you hear my rhyme
Don't expect me to smile cause it's in good taste
I know cats that's no mistake smiling in my face
And don't expect to try to guess if I'm mad or not
Or if I'm cold or hot, you would know if not
And don't expect me to come and just bite my tongue
It's kind of hard to forget what some brothers have done
But my mother always said you forgive and forget
And expect that most promises won't be kept
I guess I gave credit where it wasn't deserved
To brothers must have preferred not keep they word
The bigger the burden, the bigger the uncertain
No explanation for my creation, great expectation
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