Текст песни
Check one, check two, check three
Check it the way that I attack the microphone and I project it
Cause I've been recollecting visions of the Golden Sector
Supreme neck protector from the Tribeca
Astro projector I'm the resurrector with revelations
I've been springing from the city of Mecca
I remember the grimy of the 90s
Don't remind me how
I spit it so timely
That's our rap, man
Not for damn facts, man
I slap to the face reality's back hand
I'm trying to keep it real and keep my stacks, fam
But MCs killing for a rack
Rapping in a trash can
Like what you saying dog
You need to backtrack is how you claim to be your rapper
If you can't rap fam
Not for real
How the fuck you claim to be your rapper
If you can't rap fam
Rap fam
How the fuck you claim to be your rapper
If you can't rap fam
Rap fam
I'm trying to reach the ceiling
Get out of my mental prison
Confined to these bars I'm kicking out of this space I tripping
In outer space I'm tripping
Just seeking prophetic wisdom
Affecting many civilians while flexing, making a million
I spit it with precision while holding true to tradition
Connecting bridges from Queens to London to where I live in, along with words I'm flipping
My fashion is just ridiculous
I'm just ready to spark the business
That's our rap, man
Not for damn facts, man
I slap to the face reality's back hand
I'm trying to keep it real and keep my stacks, fam
But MCs killing for a rack
Rapping in a trash can
Like what you saying dog
You need to backtrack is how you claim to be your rapper
If you can't rap fam
Not for real
How the fuck you claim to be your rapper
If you can't rap fam
Rap fam
