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  • (This is live and direct)
    (Others such as myself are trying to carry on tradition)
    (Carry on tradition)
    Got Statik, and I’ma select
    Mic check 1,2,1,2
    (Carry on tradition)
    Mic check when a ***** come through
    *****s keep it silent
    Cause we all about that knowledge

    Besides the fact a ***** never been as s***** as me, I like that
    Until I *******ne I sit patiently, so light that
    I’m folding back, scroll a pack and roll a fatty, smokes heavy
    Not even over, mad I’m thinking what they probably should have did before him
    I’m on my girls and soaring, foreign under them heels
    It ain’t about the Ralph though, tell your horse chill
    Don’t need to grill to feel like a real *****
    If he can’t see the light then *******ne Hilfigers still
    Six-figure deals with the hell, since the age of six I knew the name would ring a bell
    In six more years to wonder what the time could tell
    That’s 666 still no signs of a three-sixty deal
    Neither did I sell myself, records spinning by they self
    The DJ tell myself go reflects off the reflex, before I told Flex drop that Semtex on the next New York best
    This sickest sound, stick around, and we coming for the vets now
    Can a ***** contest? Maybe if he put his pride aside he could confess, but none the less
    It’s fundamental, ***** to fund the mental, wise with the momentum
    So rise on this momental, so pawn your in-credentials
    Watch who you pretend to, and put a potent diamond to fuel
    Respect my conglomerate then wait I’m rocking to
    It’s such a prominent tune, but I won’t get my roses until I lie on my tomb
    Flowers

    (Others such as myself are trying to carry on tradition)
    (Carry on tradition)
    You’re static and I’m a selektah
    (This is live and direct)
    (Carry on tradition)

    (***** that Hennessy)
    (***** that Hennessy)
    (***** that Hennessy)
    With my lyrical Billy Dee 45 colt
    ***** the polices, they raided but they can’t find ****
    If it ain’t about money and *****es, ***** what you rhyme for?
    Work half a day in my trap, and make what you sign for
    My *****s is willing to whip that work
    Cause it’s such a ridiculous feeling to come in your crib and your *******t don’t work
    Electric, gas, and water
    You fugazi and mutilated like Pookie at the Carter
    Joseph Jackson of gangsta rapping, ***** respect the father
    Taking it back to making them pick a switch off the tree
    Every time you rap or do a show, ***** I should pinch off a fee
    You used to flow 'bout goofy *******t, met a G and got on some groupie *******t
    A slave to my rap page, student under my tutelage
    I'm still taking these boys to school
    As quick as I build them up, I can just disassemble them
    Coke and cut the curriculum cousin stayed up in Flint
    I was *******pping this *******t to Michigan
    The black bastard ***** LensCrafters I see the ***** in them
    Cop a squat drop a pile on them, I’m steadily *******tting on these *****s
    But they hate the way Freddie came and switched up the style on ‘em
    I stretched it out to 250 he got a nine coming
    Don't sell it at night but I’m up as early as five something
    Chopping boulders, and blowing dosha so ***** a cup of Folgers
    Bended corners, and serving yola straight off this Motorola
    Sometimes you sacrifice your heart to serve this hard weight
    Thirty rounds of death on my waist, its baby scarface *****
    I said thirty rounds of death on my waist, its baby scarface *****
    I got thirty rounds of death on my waist, its baby scarface *****
    (Carry on tradition)
    (Got statik and I’ma selekt)
    You know what I’m saying these *****s is rapping around in circles and *******t
    They ain’t talking no real *******t they ain’t really ‘bout about it you dig?
  • [00:03.23](This is live and direct)
    [00:05.45](Others such as myself are trying to carry on tradition)
    [00:10.26](Carry on tradition)
    [00:11.65]Got Statik, and I’ma select
    [00:14.78]Mic check 1,2,1,2
    [00:17.89](Carry on tradition)
    [00:18.78]Mic check when a ***** come through
    [00:20.66]*****s keep it silent
    [00:21.83]Cause we all about that knowledge
    [00:24.86]
    [00:25.26]Besides the fact a ***** never been as s***** as me, I like that
    [00:28.60]Until I *******ne I sit patiently, so light that
    [00:31.13]I’m folding back, scroll a pack and roll a fatty, smokes heavy
    [00:33.98]Not even over, mad I’m thinking what they probably should have did before him
    [00:36.78]I’m on my girls and soaring, foreign under them heels
    [00:39.28]It ain’t about the Ralph though, tell your horse chill
    [00:41.87]Don’t need to grill to feel like a real *****
    [00:44.51]If he can’t see the light then *******ne Hilfigers still
    [00:47.25]Six-figure deals with the hell, since the age of six I knew the name would ring a bell
    [00:52.14]In six more years to wonder what the time could tell
    [00:54.77]That’s 666 still no signs of a three-sixty deal
    [00:58.17]Neither did I sell myself, records spinning by they self
    [01:00.52]The DJ tell myself go reflects off the reflex, before I told Flex drop that Semtex on the next New York best
    [01:07.42]This sickest sound, stick around, and we coming for the vets now
    [01:10.19]Can a ***** contest? Maybe if he put his pride aside he could confess, but none the less
    [01:16.04]It’s fundamental, ***** to fund the mental, wise with the momentum
    [01:19.41]So rise on this momental, so pawn your in-credentials
    [01:21.97]Watch who you pretend to, and put a potent diamond to fuel
    [01:24.71]Respect my conglomerate then wait I’m rocking to
    [01:27.40]It’s such a prominent tune, but I won’t get my roses until I lie on my tomb
    [01:31.45]Flowers
    [01:32.16]
    [01:32.39](Others such as myself are trying to carry on tradition)
    [01:35.50](Carry on tradition)
    [01:36.80]You’re static and I’m a selektah
    [01:41.40](This is live and direct)
    [01:43.13](Carry on tradition)
    [01:45.90]
    [01:48.51](***** that Hennessy)
    [01:49.81](***** that Hennessy)
    [01:50.60](***** that Hennessy)
    [01:51.85]With my lyrical Billy Dee 45 colt
    [01:53.84]***** the polices, they raided but they can’t find ****
    [01:56.92]If it ain’t about money and *****es, ***** what you rhyme for?
    [01:59.58]Work half a day in my trap, and make what you sign for
    [02:02.30]My *****s is willing to whip that work
    [02:03.58]Cause it’s such a ridiculous feeling to come in your crib and your *******t don’t work
    [02:06.48]Electric, gas, and water
    [02:07.73]You fugazi and mutilated like Pookie at the Carter
    [02:10.08]Joseph Jackson of gangsta rapping, ***** respect the father
    [02:12.83]Taking it back to making them pick a switch off the tree
    [02:15.20]Every time you rap or do a show, ***** I should pinch off a fee
    [02:17.84]You used to flow 'bout goofy *******t, met a G and got on some groupie *******t
    [02:20.56]A slave to my rap page, student under my tutelage
    [02:23.43]I'm still taking these boys to school
    [02:25.29]As quick as I build them up, I can just disassemble them
    [02:27.35]Coke and cut the curriculum cousin stayed up in Flint
    [02:29.99]I was *******pping this *******t to Michigan
    [02:31.48]The black bastard ***** LensCrafters I see the ***** in them
    [02:34.14]Cop a squat drop a pile on them, I’m steadily *******tting on these *****s
    [02:37.15]But they hate the way Freddie came and switched up the style on ‘em
    [02:39.63]I stretched it out to 250 he got a nine coming
    [02:41.90]Don't sell it at night but I’m up as early as five something
    [02:44.96]Chopping boulders, and blowing dosha so ***** a cup of Folgers
    [02:47.73]Bended corners, and serving yola straight off this Motorola
    [02:50.21]Sometimes you sacrifice your heart to serve this hard weight
    [02:52.85]Thirty rounds of death on my waist, its baby scarface *****
    [02:57.99]I said thirty rounds of death on my waist, its baby scarface *****
    [03:03.11]I got thirty rounds of death on my waist, its baby scarface *****
    [03:09.80](Carry on tradition)
    [03:14.50](Got statik and I’ma selekt)
    [03:16.72]You know what I’m saying these *****s is rapping around in circles and *******t
    [03:19.86]They ain’t talking no real *******t they ain’t really ‘bout about it you dig?