Roll on up

As we proceed, to give you what you need

Roll on up

As we proceed, we hit the freeway and roll

(on up)





Shows and flows til the rhyme was felt

Coast to coast and cut through the Bible belt

A tribal yell til the vibe was felt

Surviving hell and back man, on every track, man saliva spelt

Hilltop, we hustled independently

It's Obese, the muscle in the emblem

We paved roads with our soul and suffering

For the stage coach carrying hip hop to roll on up in

And there's something that's making them nervous

The undergrounds taking these verses and breaking the surface

With a brand new cockiness, a brand new confidence

Treat em like they owe me man; pay me my compliments

No obstacles the fans and the fam make it possible

And Obese got a roster full of rocket fuel

So keep an eye out for those out ripping it up

Putting it down, cause the fans are now picking it up





Roll on up, hip hop's no longer living

In rock's shadow, the kids are now spitting not singing

Roll on up, and come and see emcees free

Their sounds, to the sound of an MPC it goes

Roll on up, hip hop's no longer living

In rock's shadow, the kids are now spitting not singing

Roll on up, and see the DJs getting the love

From every head that step in the club, we hit the freeway and roll





With this everyday hustle

Ain't nothing over night man, it takes struggle to make muscle

And half of these kids are under the poverty line

The other half confuse skills with gonna be signed

But this world doesn't owe you a debt

So don't you expect a hand out or me to show you respect

I got no regrets, why? Cause really it's proof

That makes a good lie better than the hideous truth

I don't preach or scream ain't trying to teach the scene

The only guidelines are those you need to read between

Cause the eighties is gone, it's a crazy biz

Nowadays hip hop's whatever the fuck I say it is

The reason I'm down, and kept my feet on the ground

So I could breathe life back into the street with my sound

So from the rappers to the vinyl stores, risking their spinal cord

To define a cause we about to reach our final straw











We roll on ripping it

Cause some of these execs are just soulless lepers

They'll buy your lunch cause they stole your breakfast

Now who I'm going to let control these records (what?)

And who's going to hold these weapons

Roll independent (roll up)

We owe nothing to no-one

Got love for Elefant Traks, and love for the Shogun

Got love for hydrofunk and the homespun



'Cause we a dying breed and this loathsome

Industries about the mint, not the plant that dresses lunches

Nah man it's the plant that presses hundreds

We run with each and every rhymer since

'Cause I never been so large that I couldn't read the finer print