Untitled/Fantastic

Yo, you owe it to me, get fucking cash about the sleeve I'mma show you all how to emcee See I can rock a floor while I rock with high beams I rock with SV, one of the soldiers of the team See y'all niggas is dope fiends hoping for a dream I intervene like a case of gangrene Gain the green then exit the scene With a fine chick who could fill up a pair of jeans See I'm doing this shit, doing this shit, for Mac Nick And niggas at Conant Gardens trying to do shit See life ain't a game it remains intense Lock hold to a nigga like a dog tracing a scent See ya gotta get your money, you gots to pay rent Feelin it, y'all ass is read! Uh, one of the musical priest we form the lyrical Voltron Hypocrites get stepped upon, in the combat Don't you come back until you wax your song In this spiritual warfare You up against the lord of the first high priest, Melchizedek Don't shoot 'til you see this, just sit back Breath, I got more where this comes from-from Jay-Dee, thee original drum master You will never hit the best Fast or slow? It doesn't matter though, T-3 times emcees callin' the lap Baatin is the one who's in the tree of life Hold tight, don't ever give up in the fight Grace, can only come into the sight Soul power' it ignites like the sun SV dominates the industry for fun For fun (fun), for fun (fun), for fun (fun), for fun Yea, yea to the beat Yea, yea ya know it can't-can't stop It can't-can't quit Stance answers put up your hands and fist For the band, and if ya can't stand One of my man's then you're sleeping on some sandman shit Like damn man! wake up, as we bring the action On some Van Damme, more like a grand-slam hit, (c'mon) For the whole fam flippin on the hand-stand tip (c'mon) We get the dough weight up, straight up, the wham-bamm hits Before we go-go, we gettin on some damn Wham shit Against, as for second hand brand kicks Rippin from the Beatdown to San Fran-sis to Japan land It's the br-and new, we keep movin like the trans am Do-do don't stop, we can't can't quit, we can't-can't