Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Stop frontin' on the grounds, we want it so bad
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Inhale, break beats, yeah, we want it so bad
Set it off
We 24/7 just like a bail-bonder
To spit a verse out quicker than a male llama
You should hail honor, like a ale sponsor
You the type of cat that probably smoke stale ganja
The break beaters who make heaters the gate keepers
Base breaches, crate seekers with eight speakers
Great teachers who date divas and scrape visas
Fake reaches with more pull than ape tweezers
And to you wack rappers, and you track jackers
I have you headin' for the hills like some backpackers
With a canteen, and some hand cream
And some rice on the side and some canned beans
I'm the best out, and you the stressed out
I never worry like a dread in a cess drought
This a death bout, I rip your mesh blouse
And twist your cap back just like a fresh style
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Stop frontin' on the grounds, we want it so bad
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Inhale, break beats, yeah, we want it so bad
Set it off
I set it off cause I can get it off my chest
And gives a fuck if you get offended in the process
Unapologetic, etch grooves across a record
Hands off his wallet, DJ pocket protector
The calm collected song director
Beats slam like dominos, DT the phone collector
Niggas lost for treasure so they get buried with it
Every minute of my life got a force carried with it
Very different, from your average emcee
In a sense that my art form doesn't define me
I don't follow blindly, eyes all the way open
Even if they look closed from a night full of smokin'
With my dudes, Ebenezer Matthews
We do more with the rap than admire each other's shoes
The unstoppable, they style not optional
When I can switch the pace up dependin' on the obstacle
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Stop frontin' on the grounds, we want it so bad
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Inhale, break beats, yeah, we want it so bad
Set it off
Suckers wanna battle, I fight real monsters in real life
Got real skills so when I do it it's real tight
A father to my son and I got a real wife
In other words, sucker, I got a real life
With real problems, and you never been considered
I got out and grinded while you sat home and twittered
'Bout this one and that one, who can really rap son
Run up on me with that backpack shit I'll smack one
Of you ho-ass niggas, no dough-ass niggas
Come to the show hope you can get in at the door-ass niggas
Complainin' bout Atlanta got no flow-ass niggas
With a bunch of hard legs, ho-mo' ass niggas
I been doin' this since four tracks with Jackson Bankers
From the Mitchell Street crew, man I rap with thinkers
Visionary brothers, and hard-headed hustlers
I'm universal but, I don't fuck with no suckers
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Stop frontin' on the grounds, we want it so bad
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Prince of the game, we lay low, too hot to handle
Set it off son, we wan' ride, wish you could see us
Inhale, break beats, yeah, we want it so bad
Set it off
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