Everthe8, BMB SPACEKID The Streets

I can tell i know the drill like the back of hand

Mind-set of the chess master
Mic check, not a step backwards
Tape deck, and two jack’s
Like two blasters
Flow’s too nasty, blues, jazz
Like new jack swing
Two tags, fuck blue twelve
And fugazi, who said this
Acab
Time has come, bitch no mercy
Wu tang, and yellow bat on on my black jersey
I got bars, and i got verses
Hit the rec, and i’m take off
This shit’s floatin, shit’s smokin’

Fat bass, back in basics,
Hop in the big spaceship,
Black hat, and White kicks
I’m too wavy
Boom bap
You’re rookie, I’m old playa
One take
Like aye ooi
I rhyme cool, make bitch say
I need cool aid
Fake acts have no clue
How to drip like ric flare
Saint P and U city
Creme broulee, boo yeah

Turn on this loud tunes

I got fuel in my blood, groove in my blood
Truth, i got juice in my blood
Jazz, funk, blues from my blocks
Bass, ‘round the clock
Yaeh I bet this shit slaps
Yeah this is rap
Who let your ass on the stage
Fuel in my blood, groove in my blood,
Truth, i got juice in my blood
Jazz, funk, blues from my blocks
Bass, ‘round the clock
Yaeh I bet this shit slaps
Yeah this is rap
Who let your ass on the stage