[Oktane:]

People please... Are you listenin to my vision that I am livin

Ever since I was just a kid I knew I was given

A talent that nobody else was given

So my division was exactly that, but I never knew if I was the difference

Between good and great

Because all everyone does around my is hate

And tell me everything I'm working hard that's a mistake

And we're the ones who didn't listen, now look at us today

We came from battle rappin, clappin the gats, cats attackin us and mad us because we doin what you couldn't

But now you back at us and you clap for us, all I see is people been waggin us because they seein what they should've

Well you a couple minutes late

You're try to bring your fruits to me, but I already ate

I'm not hollywood my vision's just clearer

I avoid conflict and it's not because I fear ya

I just decided to choose

I got too much to loose

And besides that my only competition is the mirror

So, pardon my? estab?, but you waggin when I'm walkin my by and I don't look your way it's simply because I don't hear ya

All I hear is the fans, and ya'll understand their screams are deafening, they all waitin for the boss

So you can pay for your ticket, you can't walk in with us because you didn't believe in us, now go and take your loss

Cause now everybody is seein past the image

That he has just hit it, the limit

That he is not a gimmick

The people admit it

They see him and he is who they scrimmage

They shoot at my head, I popeye, and he is out of spinach

Take it in I'll give you a minute

Sean and Kadis told me to go in, I hope that they meant it

Lots of money and time had went in I spent it

Now I'm paid in full every show, back to business

Of course they're gonna hit the three, even if they foul him

I'm here to sell more than a couple thousand

I've worked too hard to be looked at as lousy

I stand unamused, only music can arouse me

Lyrics sparks songs I' m nice with em

Mr. Hi I'm Him can really write venom

I be happy to sent these rappers, out ice with em

Point proven and I'm movin, I bruised em now Price get em



[Price Tag:]

Ever since the moment that I took a sip of life, I knew my kryptonite was to get on stage and grip the mic

I see my dreams in front of me had to grip it tight

Grew up with no dad, I guess that makes me a victim right?

Wrong, I'm on my throne with my feet up

You headed to the same destination, we can meet up

My book is in the sky, which means you gotta read up

Only the game is in the oven, let's turn the heat up

Pull the seat up, sit in the row

Get on the map, sick of the thoughts, sick of the flow

Pickin the shows, the quitters will stop the rippers will go

We hittin them low, Price T and Okt we give and we go

Whoa, my life I feel out rested

My brody Bread shot in the head, show me the justice

And ever since my cousin Pooch got killed

I've been spittin fire untill the booth got grilled

Who's not real?

Audio the next in

Punchin every letter in the game, no textin

Teachin the class the wrong time to end the lesson

Sittin alone on this road, no intersections

Just me and destiny

They waitin for the new livin legend, the next is me

So feel the power of the truth when you're next to me

I'm on the desktop, the trash is where the rest'll be

So fear as the beat drops

They prayin that I fell, and I just put my faith in God

Let me say it again, I put my faith in God

Chase the dollar

Fix my collar

Let them know that it's the rise

And it's my job to release what I got in

Loser from the Inland Empire, I am not him

Me, I refuse to get in the game and not win

If Okt is missin the three, I be tippin the shot in

The only way that I'm going is right, no lefts

Doing what I please in this game, no refs

We the force that give you reports, no F's

Me, I'm tryna make this money stretch, bow flex

Oh yes, at show time I'm the town rep

Gimme a flannel, some skinny jeans, and a brown vest

The grand finale is us, we'll put it on next

Just turn my mic up, I think it's time for soundcheck