Mmmmm See he's organized And he's on the ball Never miss a day of school And he's a underdog Wanna learn more and more Cause his mama taught him good He's about to change the face Of yo ghetto neighborhood Walking to school today Saw a brother on the streets Seem like everythang was cool Except the brother's packing heat Oop oop Then everything changed Cause he saw his own wings And his mother was sad They will last Time will pass Stop What am I talkin' bout Everybody know what this song's about They be trying to hide the history But they know who we are DO-oo you want to see Everybody rise to this degree? Raise ya hands high if you agree Just say Yessireeee ooooh Yessiree If you agree say Yessireeeeee ooooohh Yessiree Uh Come on Uh Break it down say Mmmm, mmhhh Hey hey (shoop) Mmmm, aaaye Hey hey (shoop) Mmmm, oooh Hey hey (shoop) Mmmm, oooh Hey Now to my folks think they living sweet Well they gone fuck around and push delete To the girls on prescriptions pills I know how you feel To my boys in Iraqi fields This ain't no time to kill To my girls in therapy See im a tell you this for free To my folks up on the hill With the cake and dollar bills You need to watch the dirty cop They the one you need to watch Im talking 'bout the dirty cop They the one you need to watch STOP You get the wake up call When you saw the buildings fall Bow ties with the Final Call Get ya money dollar bill yall Bow ties with the Final Calls Get ya money dollar bill yall To my folks on the picket line Dont stop til you change they mind I got love for my folks Baptized when the levy broke We gone keep marching on Until you hear that freedom song And if you think about turning back I got the shotgun on ya back And if you think about turning back I got the shot gun on your back BLLAAAA (BLAT!) What am I talking bout Everybody know what this song's about They be trying to hide the history But they know who we are DO-oo you want to see Everybody rise to the next degree? Raise ya hands high if you agree Just say Yessireeee ooooh Yessiree If you agree say Yessiree hey Yessiree aye

Beef is not what Jay said to Nas Beef is when the working folks can't find jobs So they trying to find niggas to rob Trying to find bigger guns so they can finish the job Beef is when the crack babies can't find moms Cause they in a pine box, or locked behind bars Beef ain't the summer jam for Hot 9-7 Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic Beef don't come with a radio edit Beef is when the judge is callin' you defendant Beef: It come with a long jail sentence Handed down to you in a few short minutes Beef is when your girl come through for a visit To tell you that she pregnant, by some other nigga Beef is high blood pressure and bad credit Need a loan for your home but you're too broke to get it And all your little kids is doing is getting bigger You're trying not to raise 'em around these wild niggas Beef is when a gold digger got your seed in her A manicure handout like, "Pay me nigga!" Or I'm telling your wife Or starting up some foul rumor that'll ruin your life Beef is when a gangsta ain't doing it right And other gangstas is deciding what to do with his life Beef is not what these famous niggas do on the mic Beef is what George Bush would do in a fight Beef is what Ja said to 50 But beef is all my homies not being here with me When a soldier ends his life with his own gun Beef is trying to figure out what to tell his son Beef is oil prices and geopolitics Beef is Iraq, the West Bank and Gaza Strip Some beef is big and some beef is small But what ya'll call beef is not beef at all Beef is real life happening every day And it's realer than them songs you gave to Kayslay This has been a real niggas P.S.A From Mos Def pretty flaco Black Dante And the Black Star Embassy B to the K!

(Verse 1) I'm the bell ringer shell slinger hottest body till the smell linger until they pale as Renee zellweger when El sting ya you feeling like the brail finger searching for the line I'm first new stuck in last rappers now suckin ass Full of new school niggas I wouldn't fuckin pass They should flunk your class And dip low They tiptoe and eves drop with both sleeves popped now please stop You'll melt faster than a freeze pop in 100 degrees El's sunning MC's he's pops. You better put that work in, I murk grins and kill grills my steel peels, then I peel wheels, then skill feels like it heals ills like benadryl pills the hottest artist with feels chills. When I drop gems that play out like fans when you peep these rhymes ain't cheap o yeah I gets deep. (Verse 2) Yeah I gets deeper than that once I blow your mind your not keepin your hat. I ball the scene killin off your rhyme machine you tookin back like a time machine my dime is clean my flow is hydro cannabis sativa also known as chronic weed and again this reefer. Watch it blow my nuts hang a couple of crotches low and fuck fifteen minutes nigga I'm gonna watch it slow. You need to seize the braggin you see the fire that I spit when I unleash the dragon. The ruler is back we battle yo medulla is cracked we do it online you find that yo computer is hacked. It's your decision what my brain stores division I'm seeing bars come together like doors in prison. When I spit that line you can keep in your mind when they creep I do this in my sleep o yeah I gets deep. (Verse 3) Listen, I blow trees with the Buda man squeeze with the war lord. Your floored hot stay on point like a scoreboard. I come hard the way a chick pull a clit, I know you assholes pissin all you dicks full of shit. Gets your dogs muzzled I'm drunk off the power I guzzle break men into pieces leave em puzzled clips I pack em in like sardines. Flippin on niggas like megatron in they hands on star screen. And this year yall are gona have to give it the fuck up. If not im takin it, however you make of it, I stack cake a bit, I should wear a bakers mitt, and put cheese down on the whip like it was quaker grits. O little mommy how she shakes her tits, work the pole and make it twirk and role I know it urk ya whole that I could jerk ya soul in ya sleep you meet the grim reap o yeah I gets deep.

Gather 'round, gather 'round; Witness the memoirs of 5'9", being read as he sees it fit Police sirens behind him while he's drivin' Instantly causes butterflies in his stomach even though he's legit "Now brothers and sisters, they have not stopped" "It's about to hit the fan—" "What is it?" "Shit's getting deep in here, I mean like thick" [Verse 1] Just another day in my reformed life, my unreformed mic I still write, like it's my son was born night I'm tired of swinging on these niggas, man, these niggas can't even fight I'm a casual sneaker head, I don't need them bleeding on my Nikes (Uh) Marshall said that I'd be a problem, if I get my shit right That "if" is probably the biggest "if" I ever live by Which is why I'm known as a underachiever, I just skip by I needed to be inebriated, to prevent me from getting shy That's better than getting shot, that's a much more healthier ending I'm running this race all by myself, my competition is in the "Selfie Olympic"s Coming back with a vengeance, in LV of vintage Anybody got a problem with me winning this shit, shall be offended [Hook] PRhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent prime The crown is on, that's how you determine a don PRhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent prime I ain't never falling off [Verse 2] Then the car pulls up on the side of me An attractive woman is in it eyeing me trying to get my attention But I just play the victim like "what do you want from me?" Then I pull off like ERR,my nigga, my nigga, my nigga..... You don't know what it feels like to be tired of fucking these hoes It's just hard to stay alive these days I can't end up on no more collages on bitches' IG pages They see these cars then they want to be reality TV stars Just another day in my reformed life, my unreformed mic I still write like it's my son was born knight I'm tired of cheating on my wife, man, these bitches just ain't right Can't even kiss them in their mouths Too many dicks been in their diet Me and Chris we veterans, but when youngins call you vet You start to feel like Hardaway with that UTEP, two step They come in the league like A.I With that they new look and that crossover Move, and they make that old shit seem useless But I'm balling, I can afford to hire somebody To try to break all of their legs like Tonya Harding Seem like they fans be like "fuck honesty" My favorite rapper was signed to Duck Down Theirs signed to the Duck Dynasty [Hook] PRhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent prime The crown is on, that's how you determine a don PRhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent prime I ain't never falling off [Verse 3] Make your money, my nigga, get your money But don't let the shit make you, now deal with that I lost a whole bunch of money, chasing bitches But I never lost no bitches chasing money, how real is that? Only time, a woman made a man a millionaire Was when that man was a former billionaire, how trill is that? My nigga, get you a fly chick and a drop top And when she piss you off, do me a favor Hop in that bitch and peel it back, I already got one All these bitches be doing, is playing musical chairs With different rappers' front seats, without calling shotgun Face it, you're a ho, as God as my witness That paper's my litmus, I take it, then I dip with it Then I wait for the result, and the verdict is in Now that I'm sober niggas is saying it's over Couple of niggas had to off 'em Couple of bitches mad cause I'm off 'em Either that, or they think that my life is so good, my nights be sunny Oh, he's only been so quiet Cause he been spending that "Lighters" money Man, these people spend too much time predicting What's on your mind, up until the time you're non-existent In the midst of all my success and my failures I'm just out here struggling, guess that's what happens in rapping When you're in your motherfucking prime (prime)