F/ Ab-soul, Jay Rock, K. Dot

[Rapper Big Pooh]

So everybody put your shades on
Poobie came to show +Love+ like +Faizon+
Every bar that I carve is amaz-on

Wack ^!$$%s can't seem to fill a plate y'all
A lil' spice in my swag, call it Cajun
Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

Save some, save none at the same time
Talk %#@!, take a stand in the same rhyme
Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore I grind
Outshine most ^!$$%s, call 'em all suns/sons
Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Rapper, your favourite rapper, this is no +Pun+
+Big Daddy+, no +Kane+, get the job done
I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

and I'ma show you how the South was won
So check it out


[Chorus: K. Dot]
This is the part when we run Hip Hop
and we don't need props, we know we the %#@!

This is the part when we run Hip Hop
So get them ends hot
I'm reeling all my real ^!$$%s, "keep moving"

My real (*##$es, "keep moving"
I promise I'ma "keep moving"
If they don't, "we do it"

The best (Hip Hop)
I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less


[Ab-Soul]
Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again
Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

I'm on the stage, you in the stands
I'm on the road, you at the crib just scribbling
Your best sentence was doing your bid

I'm through with you kids, like Brenda
Don't want to have to trash bin ya
When Ab enter, cats get they raps injured

Without no reason they be out the whole season
It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding
I'm at where you can't come like no !@&(

No homo, just admire the power
I'm so visual, give you an +Eiffel+ like +tower+
Huh, but you can never see me

Black tear compliment my black lips in the Lamborghini
Puffing a spliff big as a branch
After I spit it ^!$$%s be swimming to get to land, damn


[Chorus]


[Jay Rock]
Jay Rock got flows
I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

Running Hip Hop like 'Pac in his prime
I spit murder, every bar is a crime
Look, I do it BIG like B.I.

^!$$% I'm the %#@!, I've doing this since knee high
No I'm not TIP but I stay on my T.I.
These fake $$# rappers steady acting like devise

I'ma live and die in Cali
What's beef? Chew through that like rallies
Got hoes, work 'em out like ballies

Do shows, flip dough like patties
I ain't just rapping, I can make it happen
Put your whole !@#$ career in a casket

Lyrical homicide when I write
No bull%#@!, I'm Mike with the mic


[Chorus]

[K. Dot]

Never pledge allegiance, God given flow
I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking
Give me a reason why I'm not the best breathing
They worship the ground I walk on, though I'm harder than cement
Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks

Portable handgun, who want to test?
I can pass out many Scantrons, fail many students
Tryna play the truest, dumber than Three Stooges
Hummers, we steady cruising like time do
Higher than a vanilla sky, float by you

When I'm through, I'll probably let you take it back
like my old prom suit that I wore with the tag
Rap giant, get you little locality smashed
Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat
I like (*##$es with fat booties but never half-ass

when I'm working for certain, I'm hurting the game

Said I'm hurting her
Pooh! I couldn't help it ^!$$%
I had to put a verse this muh'$#&@er

This %#@! classic ^!$$%
Feel this, uh, for Hip Hop, for Hip Hop
For real Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop