[Lyric] Its All Over (Exposition)

[Intro]
Yes sir
Yes sir
Check it out y'all
What you about to feel
Is the real vibration
So put a hand up
Put a hand up
Yo

[Verse 1]
Hey yo
You see me coming
When you look into the light
With a Red Sox hat
I be crooked to the right
I roll with a bunch of suckers
Ready to fight
You're touching my mic
You'll meet the army tonight
It's not a problem
Throw 'em up on the table
And revolve 'em
I'm feeling safe
When I roll up with my squadron
Tactics I use to battle my nemeses
It's old school like Nintendo
Sega Genesis
Remember this
Next time you step
Up to a veteran
Don't fuck with somebody
You know you're not better than
My lifestyle
MC's is rhyming slow
If words could kill
I'd have been in jail
A long time ago
It's no matter if I'm sober
Or drunk of many shotties
I'll bat-bat-bat-battle anybody
I don't care who you are
Or where you came from
When it's all said and done
You'll be singing the same song
Of "Oh my God"
Exposition did this
And I don't need a beat
To let you know that
I'm the illest
I roll thick with comrades
Yo - suckers duck us
You want none of this
Cause we some bad mother fuckers
You want none of this
Cause we some bad mother fuckers
Check it out now
Yo
[Hook]
Hey yo
I step inside a party
Take my hat off, grab a mic
I see an MC I don't like
(It's all over!)
Talking mad shit
When you was rolling 20 deep
Now you alone up in the streets
(It's all over)
You speak about my city
Like no one was even repping it
Come to 617 kid!
(It's all over)
Hey yo I drink - drink
All day stay sober
Smoke another blunt and
(It's all over)

[Verse 2]
We often grab the microphone
I show the people yes
Number one rude boy
Exposition comes (fresh!)
Boston (?) boy rapper
You front like you testing it
Come fuck with Expo
The sound class specialist
Test - ah - you please
And I'm gone win
You don't know who
The nicest on the floor right (fire!)
New style perfection
Send it from the sky
Blaze sensemillia
Blaze rastafara
Him send a screw face
I'm with an evil eye
But boy you're bad
I suggest you not try
Keep kissing them teeth
Some body gone die
I guarantee two times
It's not gone be eye and eye
(Right - hey)
I guarantee two times
It's not gone be eye and eye
Yeah
Bring it back now
Bring it back now
Check it out
Bow!

[Hook]
Hey yo
I take a step inside a party
Take my hat off, grab a mic
I see an MC I don't like
(It's all over!)
Talking hella shit
When you was rolling 20 deep
Now you alone up in the streets
(It's all over)
You speak about my city
Like no one was even repping it
It's 617 kid!
(It's all over)
Man I drink - drink
All day stay sober
Smoke another blunt and
(It's all over)

[Verse 3]
It's Expo with the speech
To make you stop and think
D-Boys the beat
Make good dances for your drink
Your rhyme drags on
My attention spans shrinks
You can't fuck with my flow
Or fuck with my ink
Cause more than head nodding
Shit is what I'm about
I make you raise your eyebrows
And put your hands on your mouth
Sone I stay fresh
Bring heat over the audio
For brothers in the ghetto
For hermanos in the (?)
Hey yo - stop that
You're not as nice as me
You ain't impressing me with
Nothing that you writing, see
Too many rappers out now
Trying to bite MCs
You don't cast away the devil
You invite the beast
Now you calling on the mic
My reaction is to smack herbs
I give a shout out
To echo spelled backwards
You don't understand
Man it's not for you
I do this strictly for my people
B-B-Boston crew
I'm a blunt dragger
The MBTA tagger
Talking hella slang
Walking with a city swagger
Just an indication of the styles I kick
Sometimes I rhyme ill
Sometimes I rhyme sick
Just an indication of the styles I kick
Sometimes I rhyme ill
Sometimes I rhyme sick
Bitch
[Hook]
Hey yo
I take a step inside a party
Take my hat off, grab a mic
I see an MC I don't like
(It's all over!)
Talking mad shit
When you was rolling 20 deep
Now let me see you in the street
(It's all over)
Speak about my city
Like no one was even repping it
Now you in 617 kid!
(It's all over)
Man I drink - drink
All day stay sober
Roll up with a blunt and
(It's all over)