[Verse 1]
Hello America pardon the interruption
Tryna make somethin in this world full of corruption
With crooked cops and they bluffin they Superbad and Mclovin
Tryna keep it truckin but losers lackin the trustin
Still I hustle and bustle until I sprout
The muscle to bounce the struggle, then I'm out
On my way to make pay before mayday
From kickin like Pele in pay less and eatin paydays
Used to be like AKs, never jam
So I spray spit to get on every mic stand
Might land in Tokyo with Toriyama and fam
Eatin tariyaki like Kobiyashi withstands
Wanna hear my name in demand
Wanna hear my name in demand
Sayin you the man, a Dexter to Mandark
Distracted by the double ds sippin on a land shark
[Hook]
But I keep on going
Monday to Sunday keep on flowin
Hopin one day that the people gon know him
But I keep on going
Through mundane Mondays one day I'll show em
One day I'm golden
[Verse 2]
Hello America, welcome to verse two
Let me see what these words do
The powers in the purse and the purse is held by the pussy
Maybe I'm talkin females or money that overlook me
I'm a rookie, a pawn in front of kings
Rollin L's in the night til the fat lady sings
Skipped the bishop just a hic up in my path
Of my queen and my cream and my dream of livin fast
Lane, crash don't wanna be a lame ass
So I trained my brain to unchain insane raps
Hit em with another rhythm, til they shout my name
Fresh Air and I'm here to get em, the money and the fame
The honey like Winny, not for nuetrons
Like Jimmy just layin on some futons
Starin at the ceilin, seein Master P
No limits on this Sistine masterpiece
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Hello America, pardon the distortion
Give it a minute I'm foreboding
First the snare triple hit as I try this missile spit
Do it for the little kids who hear and try to riddle this
Rhythm, I get em til the record skips
Remember in the other verse the flow was effortless
Now it's kinda difficult, rhyming just to fit the note
Forgettin the reason why I'm even spittin dope
When the beat has given up, why am I spittin tough
Smitten by wicked stuff, probably gon stitch em up
But I keep on goin, as I'm dying with sound
Drag me through the ground so my body never found
Forgotten as a no one, gettin shot by the shogun
Nobunaga Oda, shreddin up this shonen
Won't fade away like Yoda, I'm a force to be reckon
But let me cool off for a second
[Hook]
Hello America pardon the interruption
Tryna make somethin in this world full of corruption
With crooked cops and they bluffin they Superbad and Mclovin
Tryna keep it truckin but losers lackin the trustin
Still I hustle and bustle until I sprout
The muscle to bounce the struggle, then I'm out
On my way to make pay before mayday
From kickin like Pele in pay less and eatin paydays
Used to be like AKs, never jam
So I spray spit to get on every mic stand
Might land in Tokyo with Toriyama and fam
Eatin tariyaki like Kobiyashi withstands
Wanna hear my name in demand
Wanna hear my name in demand
Sayin you the man, a Dexter to Mandark
Distracted by the double ds sippin on a land shark
[Hook]
But I keep on going
Monday to Sunday keep on flowin
Hopin one day that the people gon know him
But I keep on going
Through mundane Mondays one day I'll show em
One day I'm golden
[Verse 2]
Hello America, welcome to verse two
Let me see what these words do
The powers in the purse and the purse is held by the pussy
Maybe I'm talkin females or money that overlook me
I'm a rookie, a pawn in front of kings
Rollin L's in the night til the fat lady sings
Skipped the bishop just a hic up in my path
Of my queen and my cream and my dream of livin fast
Lane, crash don't wanna be a lame ass
So I trained my brain to unchain insane raps
Hit em with another rhythm, til they shout my name
Fresh Air and I'm here to get em, the money and the fame
The honey like Winny, not for nuetrons
Like Jimmy just layin on some futons
Starin at the ceilin, seein Master P
No limits on this Sistine masterpiece
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Hello America, pardon the distortion
Give it a minute I'm foreboding
First the snare triple hit as I try this missile spit
Do it for the little kids who hear and try to riddle this
Rhythm, I get em til the record skips
Remember in the other verse the flow was effortless
Now it's kinda difficult, rhyming just to fit the note
Forgettin the reason why I'm even spittin dope
When the beat has given up, why am I spittin tough
Smitten by wicked stuff, probably gon stitch em up
But I keep on goin, as I'm dying with sound
Drag me through the ground so my body never found
Forgotten as a no one, gettin shot by the shogun
Nobunaga Oda, shreddin up this shonen
Won't fade away like Yoda, I'm a force to be reckon
But let me cool off for a second
[Hook]
( Griffe Jr. )
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