Like it's way crunk  yeah  
 Fake punks get they face lumped 
 Sent to the most high  by the most fit 
 You gotta do  fuck that almost shit 
 The fam is close knit 
 You diggin'  know the clock don't stop tickin' 
 Glocks still spittin'  the whole block politickin' 
 Lik epresidents with they minds dead on arrival 
 Leaving no evidence of a struggle for survival 
 Songs relevant to the times like the psalms read in the Bible 
 Stepping to this leaves thoughts in your head 'it's suicidal' 
 It's the T to the A-L-I-B the deep rooter 
 Rolling with my wanna battle cats who chief buddha 
 And see through the overspecialized, underpressurized 
 No lie texturized, emcees who got the masses mesmerized 
 with empty rhetoric, they better quit 
 Niggas so hollow that they echo like sentiments 
  
 Nowadays rap artists coming half-hearted 
 Commercial like pop, or underground like black markets 
 Where were you the day hip-hop died? 
 Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? (6x) 
  
 Kwa is chillin', Tone is chillin' 
 What more can I say, we stay building 
 And make killings 
 Take children through the wilderness, by the hand 
 It's a great feeling, show 'em how to be a man 
 Exactly, pack trees in my khakis 
 My sound fat like a knee 
 While you thin like a Mackey 
 C'mon, shine so bright when I walk by 
 You got ta squint like the motherfucking sun in your eye 
 What! Say something 
 You stay fronting 
 It ain't nothing, let off like I'm big game hunting 
 Me and Tek stay way blunted 
 Wave running on beaches with white sand 
 With a slight tan 
 Smack the mic stand with my right hand 
 When I'm excited 
 Leave you so far in the dust that you forced to bite it 
 On fire like property lost to riots 
 Yo, ain't no stopping us when we all united 
  
 (Chorus