(feat. Kenn Starr , Oddisee , Sean Boog)

[Verse 1: Oddissee]

Yo, I'm one of the . . . chosen few, could dispose of you
And anybody else who think they flowin' too
Here's your last chance, brothers besta show'n'prove

Why y'all in the vocal booth, but your flow is mute
Ain't no excuse. Lot of ^!$$%z thinkin' they cute
Drippin' they S-Curl juice on their gators and suits

Ain't it the truth? Lot of cats gay and it's proof
Platinum rainbows and jewels on the necks of their crews
I'm bad news like obituary sections

The rhymes I write describe the loss of a life the previous night
At an open mic or any type of venue
There ain't no tellin' where I'm goin' 'cause of what I've been through

As I begin to attract the attention of fans
Will I be able to withstand the supply and demand?
Can I expand? Turn mics in my hands to grands

If you really ask me, dog, I think I can

[Chorus: Sean Boog]

Yo, we liven it up for the world to understand it
We do it for the fans that's all across the planet
Kenn Starr, Oddissee, Phonte's the answer

No question. Y'all take your chances
[Repeat]


[Verse 2: Phonte]
Yo, uh, yo, ??? crackin' for miles and 'Te's in full effect
He's laughin' and browsin'

Over these wanna be cats yappin' their mouths and
Spittin' all these "Rerun" $$# rhymes
like we on some "What's Happenin'" now %#@! (Hey!)

Go get the MP3's start extractin' the files
Mulatto-slave flow Te's back in the house
Just tryin' to see what y'all rappin' about, so quit

Practicin' now, ninth inning, he's battin' a thousand
Put a mic in my hand and I'ma damage a crowd, man
With technique and above-average style, man

My raps speak to all you savages now, man
The time is right here so let's get it
I'll be glad to proofread your rhymes, if you want to step with us

Serve your whole team with a run-on, def sentence
You can't adopt this style 'cause I ain't tryin' to give it . . . up
And $#&@in' with 'Te ain't in your best interest


[Chorus]
People in the U.S., just rock with us

Cats over seas, just rock with us
People worldwide, come on rock with us
come on rock with us, just rock with us


[Verse 3: Kenn Starr]
Kenn Starr is back off a hiatus

Y'all been warned so back off us. Why hate us?
Be actin' like they strapped and packin' gats when they not tough
They tough actin' like Tinactin

Give me applause, I spit classic
Give me a broad with a thick accent
Skinny and tall or a big, fat chick

Plenty of y'all sic into your dog
If she give me the drawers, I'm leavin' the chick back bent
The fact is, if you choose to oppose

End up with a fatlip and a bruise on your nose
That's hot. Give up now, my crew's in control
If not, get shut down like schools when it snows

Get got for your shoes and your coat
Bogard, I go hard like nipples on !@(& when it's cold
And show y'all how simple the mood and the flow

Can determine whether you earnin' or losin' your doe
Make moves on the low


[Chorus]
People in the U.S., just rock with us
Cats over seas, just rock with us

People worldwide, come on rock with us
come on rock with us, just rock with us