[Chorus]

Never heard it like - quite like this before

Never heard it like - quite like this before



[Chris Lowe]

Now first off the bat, nah y'all who dat?

Think about where you first heard the skull snap

First of all, y'all don't know me

I'm on the cover of the XXL between Steel and Jarobi

"The Greatest Day in Hip-Hop History" is to be marked

Mad contacts just got sparked

F'real, that's why I'm here

Sleeping Bag wasn't cursin me, this my 10th anniversary

I trooped it back from the day in Connecticut

Y'all live, real niggaz lick shots, peace to Shaolin

Let's get it rugged like rough rugs and stuff

And break shit down like construction trucks

Word up to M.O., to the ten year demo

I made him come clean, one mean lean machine

I tell you like this, if y'all prefer

You gon' hear this funk shit 'til your vision a-blur



[Chorus x2]



[Chris Lowe]

Y'all millionaires pay attention, player hatin and dissin

Sharp minds'll find this the shit y'all missin

See I'm all about the skin I'm in, back to black

Let's begin again, my complexion like cinnamon

Best believe somethin up my sleeve

With no competition, just can not achieve

A sexy sucker, but the mind is sane

Havin nothin to lose but my goal's to gain

That's plain to see, that's on the strength of Mic G

Yes lord I hold it down real tightly

I take it to the top one time for all y'all

The ladies and the gentlemen, hustlin and pedalin

Whoever you are, I know your type by far

Have some respect and keep that act up to par

The rules of my game for your protection (protection)

To keep you movin in the right direction



[Chorus x2]



[Chris Lowe]

The ball in your court, Chris Lowe shoot the shot

Some brothers, might like it, some brothers, might not

Do it different?  Not at all, the funk don't fall boy

You nuts, niggaz got classic cuts

Check the script, as I flip, it ain't nuttin

I hear presto rappers, instant, pushin for buttons

But this here original, from analog to the digital

It's clear to see that mean it's rippable

to death, the last funk nigga left

I needed a record, to save my last breath

Push it up, cause you might not ever hear me again

I'm Chris Lowe, see y'all in another ten



[Chorus: to fade]