Intro [Verse 1:] Yea... back in this mutha****a Reportin' live from a lyrical high One time Yo, with not a damn thing on my mind But this rhyme, in a matter of time To make this whole **** allign Like I planned out, nothing in life gets handout Just stand out, ever since I had to pop my fish and panned out Pressure board 'til I'm fanned out Now we the pop off the band So they can't keep their hands off of the man now Divide their man, give 'em that S vitamin Baby Cham style Gots a Trini girl to soak it up, ShamWoW! Damn child, you're killin 'em Fillin' 'em, drillin' 'em with serums, of pure adrenaline High blood feelin' like the thermostat cracked left mercury spillin' Your favorite rapper tryna earn stacks from nursery children True emcees write their verse and rehearse it a million times Just for the rebirth of the feelin' prime and golden Shawty ask what I'm holdin', teasin' 'em Knowing the magnum blast squeeze magnesium Used to be mad premature now I'm at premium From lookin' up to *****s, to lookin' up *****s meetin' 'em Meetings with 'em, give 'em a high pitch like curve***** and helium Young scorcher trying to evolve like Charmeleon Million, yeah *****, just tryna get a million [Verse 2:] Got the bomb *****, Baghdad, I'm blown away from a bad pass Walk on grass, blow skunk, Ishamael so funk in the stash My SB's, enter money I never had I was more authentic, vaporize when I got heated Never jealous, solid as a rock n' roll full plate No po' peddlers, just some Pro fellas Who you know better? Never lost my groove I don't know no Stella It's a cold world without Coachella A shady bunch, like under Interscope umbrella But that don't phase me once, people say I'm crazy but Call me young Evel cause I crazy stunt I mace these punks, drop s**** like it's knowledge to ya Mr. Bada$$ is the scholar's tutors S**** the lord and hallelujah Still praying to the *****s, gods and judahs Balance out my lows on the low high *****s ain't know I sit so high Balance out my lows on the low high I'm like a low high Yo, yo, yo, yo hit 'em high, hit 'em low Leave 'em with no direction to go Yo, yo, yo, yo hit 'em high, hit 'em low Direct-less Indigos
[00:00.00]Intro [00:59.59][Verse 1:] [01:05.11]Yea... back in this mutha****a [01:09.82]Reportin' live from a lyrical high [01:12.61]One time [01:22.71]Yo, with not a damn thing on my mind [01:25.13]But this rhyme, in a matter of time [01:26.95]To make this whole **** allign [01:28.71]Like I planned out, nothing in life gets handout [01:30.58]Just stand out, ever since I had to pop my fish and panned out [01:34.07]Pressure board 'til I'm fanned out [01:36.03]Now we the pop off the band [01:37.20]So they can't keep their hands off of the man now [01:39.67]Divide their man, give 'em that S vitamin [01:42.14]Baby Cham style [01:43.16]Gots a Trini girl to soak it up, ShamWoW! [01:45.79]Damn child, you're killin 'em [01:47.15]Fillin' 'em, drillin' 'em with serums, of pure adrenaline [01:50.89]High blood feelin' like the thermostat cracked left mercury spillin' [01:54.24]Your favorite rapper tryna earn stacks from nursery children [01:56.86]True emcees write their verse and rehearse it a million times [02:00.17]Just for the rebirth of the feelin' prime and golden [02:02.90]Shawty ask what I'm holdin', teasin' 'em [02:05.17]Knowing the magnum blast squeeze magnesium [02:07.80]Used to be mad premature now I'm at premium [02:10.39]From lookin' up to *****s, to lookin' up *****s meetin' 'em [02:12.92]Meetings with 'em, give 'em a high pitch like curve***** and helium [02:16.50]Young scorcher trying to evolve like Charmeleon [02:19.75]Million, yeah *****, just tryna get a million [02:28.48][Verse 2:] [02:30.21]Got the bomb *****, Baghdad, I'm blown away from a bad pass [02:33.74]Walk on grass, blow skunk, Ishamael so funk in the stash [02:37.28]My SB's, enter money I never had [02:39.87]I was more authentic, vaporize when I got heated [02:42.95]Never jealous, solid as a rock n' roll full plate [02:45.53]No po' peddlers, just some Pro fellas [02:47.40]Who you know better? Never lost my groove I don't know no Stella [02:51.65]It's a cold world without Coachella [02:53.91]A shady bunch, like under Interscope umbrella [02:56.40]But that don't phase me once, people say I'm crazy but [02:59.18]Call me young Evel cause I crazy stunt [03:01.51]I mace these punks, drop s**** like it's knowledge to ya [03:04.69]Mr. Bada$$ is the scholar's tutors [03:07.22]S**** the lord and hallelujah [03:09.91]Still praying to the *****s, gods and judahs [03:13.08]Balance out my lows on the low high [03:15.76]*****s ain't know I sit so high [03:18.14]Balance out my lows on the low high [03:20.77]I'm like a low high [03:24.40]Yo, yo, yo, yo hit 'em high, hit 'em low [03:32.39]Leave 'em with no direction to go [03:35.08]Yo, yo, yo, yo hit 'em high, hit 'em low [03:43.97]Direct-less Indigos
