| All these rappers sound the same | |
| Beats? | |
| Sound the same | |
| Raps? | |
| Sound the same | |
| Wings | |
| Fan the flames | |
| Teeth | |
| with the fangs | |
| 10 years in our lane | |
| [P.O.S.] | |
| When it breaks... | |
| When it breaks we'll know it's time | |
| We'll know it's up to us to fix it | |
| When it aches to make its mind we'll pick it | |
| Til then we'll steer it | |
| Get us near | |
| we'll swim the distance | |
| Fear after persistence | |
| Kin by cuts with all decisions lived with | |
| Can't live without by now | |
| that's why we sound so loud | |
| Couple down | |
| All respect allowed the rest could never doubt | |
| Options offered often | |
| Toss em to the chop em block em hostile dodge em | |
| Keep watch what I've been rockin | |
| Whole team with a grip got it | |
| No polish | |
| [Mike] | |
| All these rappers sound the same | |
| Beats? | |
| Sound the same | |
| Raps? | |
| Sound the same | |
| Wings | |
| Fan the flames | |
| Teeth | |
| with the fangs | |
| 10 years in our lane | |
| [Cecil] | |
| Now underneath this canopy | |
| crumbling insanity | |
| Bellies rumbling hungering for the fantasy | |
| Had to see something come from them | |
| Had to be crushing savagely | |
| Not your average everyday | |
| Nothing short of a masterpiece | |
| And the tortures of the past are like a fortune for the future | |
| We've been fortunate enough to know no borders | |
| no rulers | |
| No schools are out of session | |
| no school's out of the question | |
| No tools will go unused | |
| and no fools will go unmentioned | |
| And there's a tension in the air we're breathing | |
| We breathe heavy | |
| we breathe largely | |
| Release the levy | |
| Feel the tension in the air we're breathing | |
| and breathe heavy | |
| and breathe largely | |
| Release the levy | |
| [Mike] | |
| All these rappers sound the same | |
| Beats? | |
| Sound the same | |
| Raps? | |
| Sound the same | |
| Wings | |
| Fan the flames | |
| Teeth | |
| with the fangs | |
| 10 years in our lane | |
| [Sims] | |
| They hate, they petty | |
| They say we too heady, too heavy, too many, too much punk | |
| much too drunk, too much luck, love too much | |
| Yup | |
| But we earned it all | |
| All work til the curtain calls and our time is up | |
| They ain't got enough | |
| and it burns em up | |
| Before tour and First Ave it was D4, T-Rock, Toki Wright, Big Chak | |
| Way more then I'll name drop | |
| but I got y'all but I see y'all | |
| and I'll keep y'all when the beat stops | |
| I built more than a rap career | |
| I got my family here | |
| But some punks wanna jump up | |
| with a sharp tongue and their fronts up | |
| like we got here by dumb luck | |
| but they just want to become us | |
| but that's what's up when you come up | |
| I move like a dump truck | |
| Too long on the road and I earn what I hold | |
| but if you want it let me know I can burn your flow like woah | |
| [Mike] | |
| All these rappers sound the same | |
| Beats? | |
| Sound the same | |
| Raps? | |
| Sound the same | |
| Wings | |
| Fan the flames | |
| Teeth | |
| with the fangs | |
| 10 years in our lane |
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