(feat. Decompoze)



[Intro]

"It's a matter of more men, knowing that I can do it

Everytime I get on the train, almost everyday I see my name

I said 'Yeah, you know what, I was there. I marked it'

It doesn't matter, it's for me, it's not for no body else to see

I don't care, I don't care about no body else seen it, or the fact that they can read it or not

It's for me, other graffiti writers, that we can read it

All these other people who write, they excluded, I don't care about them

No, they don't matter to me. This is for us."



[Verse One: One.Be.Lo]

We hard to the apple core, raps galore at your door

Pull crowds like a magic sword, exca-li-bor

Travel north on a saddled horse, on a battle course

Rap in codes, tap in morse, Lo never lack the force

You need to practice more, you ain't in my cat-e-gor

I rap for sport, Decompoze got my back support

So pass the torch, and of course, I can rattle yours, ask for more

The more the Marry (merry) get your raps divorced

Slice like a razor blade, mix tape brigade

Raps erase ya data- base, snatch your flavor, call you Gator-rade

Trying to get major paid, like the upper class?

You can't escape from the wrath, sufferin succatash

Bust your ass, with a duffle bag, full of mustard gas

Fingertips equiped, with a touch of class

We touchin' fans, we trust no man, here comes the plan

All we need is just a chance, we must advance



[Chorus: One.Be.Lo]

This is who we are

No movie stars

No nudie bars

No jewelery jars

No groovy cars

Some truly are

We just wanna see some elevation in hip-hop

Producers slash emcees when the beat drop

{Decompoze}

One.Be.Lo ripping mics, unparalleled

Trackezoids on the beats, unparalleled

Subterranous hip-hop, unparalleled



[One.Be.Lo - scratches: "My beats and rhymes perfectly, configurate"]



[Verse Two: One.Be.Lo]

I'm just, clowing you circus acts, and nervous cats

With gerber raps, I murder wax, similar to Roberta Flack

Killing you softly, with every word, no time for stress

Petty herbs get addressed like the gettysburg

A hundred miles and racing, with a wild imagination

Even if I get the job half-done it's half-amazing

Only obligation, Trackezoid collaborations

Go together like masturbation and ejaculation

Coming with accurate calculations, configurations

Like the pyramids, lyrically, there's no equivalent

Michigan citizens, should've been sittin' in Switzerland

Listen to lyrics I roll, like a michelin

Tired of rappers, smoking phillies

Not really sayin' nothin', like Milli Vanilli, my style? Don't be silly

Don't need a filthy record deal, people still feel me

Big willies, hillbillies, I rhyme without achilles



[Chorus]



[scratches from New Hip Hop by Binary Star]



[Verse Three: One.Be.Lo]

We keep it hot like the summer time, when it comes to rhymes

What my tounge designed, is nothin' but thoughts from the mind

I've come to find, most cats is deaf, dumb and blind

So I gotta scat, and get mines, {*scratches "underline"*}

I hold my own weight, most of y'all can't stay the same

Don't know the rules, but still wanna play the game

What type of stuff is that? Always trying to bluff a cat

Talking about your fake power moves, I heard enough of that

I'm trying to stay positive, give it all I got to give

Retired with the (??)

Alot blessed with when lost of kids grow old, and burried on my right side

Everybody missed me, but look on the bright side

I'm passed on the legacy, through my wife's pregnancy

The family reunion will be more like a concert

CD's and T-Shirts, Hip-Hop collectables

Some cats could've got hurt for acting unprofessional

Try to play me Glenn Close, but you had the wrong one

Couldn't hurt me in the long run, peep the song son



[Chorus]



[One.Be.Lo - scratches: "You name it, we've done it"]



[One.Be.Lo]

This is who we are

No movie stars

No nudie bars

No jewelery jars

No groovy cars

Some truly are

We just wanna see some elevation in hip-hop

Producers slash emcees when the beat drop

Drop [fades]



[scratches from New Hip Hop by Binary Star]



When the beat drop

No movie stars

No nudie bars

No jewelery jars

No groovy cars..