(feat. Kenn Starr , Oddisee , Sean Boog)



[Verse 1: Oddissee]

Yo, I'm one of the . . . chosen few, could dispose of you

And anybody else who think they flowin' too

Here's your last chance, brothers besta show'n'prove

Why y'all in the vocal booth, but your flow is mute

Ain't no excuse.  Lot of niggaz thinkin' they cute

Drippin' they S-Curl juice on their gators and suits

Ain't it the truth?  Lot of cats gay and it's proof

Platinum rainbows and jewels on the necks of their crews

I'm bad news like obituary sections

The rhymes I write describe the loss of a life the previous night

At an open mic or any type of venue

There ain't no tellin' where I'm goin' 'cause of what I've been through

As I begin to attract the attention of fans

Will I be able to withstand the supply and demand?

Can I expand?  Turn mics in my hands to grands

If you really ask me, dog, I think I can



[Chorus: Sean Boog]

Yo, we liven it up for the world to understand it

We do it for the fans that's all across the planet

Kenn Starr, Oddissee, Phonte's the answer

No question.  Y'all take your chances

[Repeat]



[Verse 2: Phonte]

Yo, uh, yo, ??? crackin' for miles and 'Te's in full effect

He's laughin' and browsin'

Over these wanna be cats yappin' their mouths and

Spittin' all these "Rerun" ass rhymes

like we on some "What's Happenin'" now shit (Hey!)

Go get the MP3's start extractin' the files

Mulatto-slave flow Te's back in the house

Just tryin' to see what y'all rappin' about, so quit

Practicin' now, ninth inning, he's battin' a thousand

Put a mic in my hand and I'ma damage a crowd, man

With technique and above-average style, man

My raps speak to all you savages now, man

The time is right here so let's get it

I'll be glad to proofread your rhymes, if you want to step with us

Serve your whole team with a run-on, def sentence

You can't adopt this style 'cause I ain't tryin' to give it . . . up

And fuckin' with 'Te ain't in your best interest



[Chorus]

People in the U.S., just rock with us

Cats over seas, just rock with us

People worldwide, come on rock with us

come on rock with us, just rock with us



[Verse 3: Kenn Starr]

Kenn Starr is back off a hiatus

Y'all been warned so back off us.  Why hate us?

Be actin' like they strapped and packin' gats when they not tough

They tough actin' like Tinactin

Give me applause, I spit classic

Give me a broad with a thick accent

Skinny and tall or a big, fat chick

Plenty of y'all sic into your dog

If she give me the drawers, I'm leavin' the chick back bent

The fact is, if you choose to oppose

End up with a fatlip and a bruise on your nose

That's hot.  Give up now, my crew's in control

If not, get shut down like schools when it snows

Get got for your shoes and your coat

Bogard, I go hard like nipples on boobs when it's cold

And show y'all how simple the mood and the flow

Can determine whether you earnin' or losin' your doe

Make moves on the low



[Chorus]

People in the U.S., just rock with us

Cats over seas, just rock with us

People worldwide, come on rock with us

come on rock with us, just rock with us