Tradition

Something must of got in us Cuz all of us turned to sinners We just tryna tryna Carry on Tradition We just trynna trynna keep this shit alive So let me let me kick my rhymes and roll my la my la Something must of got in us Cuz all of us turned to sinners We just tryna tryna Carry on Tradition We just trynna trynna keep this shit alive So let me let me kick my rhymes and roll my la my la Uhh ayo It's for this hip hop shit I'm still alive I stood up writing rhymes On nights so quite You'd hear the wind cry Seen owls as white as snow With devilish eyes Lights in the night sky Illuminate like the sun This the type of shit You just can't run from And reaching for your guns Ain't gone safe you from this one Electrified rhymes When my papper touch pen Strike the match And from competitors you'll never Hear again uhhh Yeah I guess it's on like that And if I did you a favor I don't expect nothing back Realness never lack Feel this all through your back Like Erick Sermon make em react Animals running wild in this habitat I hope your strapped in Drift and watch the tail spin Come in for the ride of your life It's Tradition And we just trynna keep shit Alive So you can Find me at Where ever the sound be at Keeping it live Something must of got in us Cuz all of us turned to sinners We just tryna tryna Carry on Tradition We just trynna trynna keep this shit alive So let me let me kick my rhymes and roll my la my la Something must of got in us Cuz all of us turned to sinners We just tryna tryna Carry on Tradition We just trynna trynna keep this shit alive So let me let me kick my rhymes and roll my la my la Be not conformed to this world We all limited editions With an expiration date Until then we carry on tradition The acquisition of this game came With great acclaim But I ain't come to play I got that Flame I came to bring the pain No method man but I got the method Man From the Devine Feeling soo good Like mason betha mane So it's inevitable I spit it heavenly With integrity every verse is just a Better me Thank you father for the gift of Rhythm and words Steady Droppin jewels and spittin ill Shit they never heard Escobar pronounced hip hop dead Back in 06' Back when I was a freshman who Didn't know shit Fast forward 15 years later peep the Rendition Pay attention I'm Spot on to greatness like Wylie Draper A hip hop scholar speaking more Then just getting paper I got that flava Haters y'all can Catch the vapors Something must of got in us Cuz all of us turned to sinners We just tryna tryna Carry on Tradition We just trynna trynna keep this shit alive So let me let me kick my rhymes and roll my la my la Something must of got in us Cuz all of us turned to sinners We just tryna tryna Carry on Tradition We just trynna trynna keep this shit alive So let me let me kick my rhymes and roll my la my la