Ft Conceptz
Verse1
Conceptz:
Once the mic is in my clutches you know that it's on son/ no time for games man you mess with the wrong one/ Rotterdam nigga home of the street raps/ stores ain't the only one that's giving you feedback/ get motivated by the people I move with/ stay in writing mode with the hand that I shoot with/ reach for the stars shoot for the moon/ you hill Billy rappers get prepared for you doom/ I'm on my grind I need pills to sleep/ the story of my life is giving chills to each/ music is my therapy confession on drums/ for nine to five workers those clapping them guns/give it all you got man there's no one to blame/ ya stereo typical you all sound the same/ this is hip hop it's a part of my system/ can't stand the heat then get the hell out the kitchen
Chorus 2x
Why speak up, u got nothing to tell me
Flows keep blazing, we fire like hell be
We (r) bringing u that stuff that u fiend for
Strictly real shit is the reason we here (r) for
Verse2
Avogadro:
I remember back in the days when hip-hop was raw/ in the streets of Rotterdam headz fiending for more/ spittin' bars on tape with Blood-spill, Politix/ Zarathustra & D, who wanna stop this? / Code Red in the mix, 010 gets sensational/ I'm bringing that back, my song is like inspirational/ poem, outsiders be a stepping-stone/ on the path to success, if they try to compete/ like a skeleton missing a bone, they r incomplete/ if u still envy, then I aim it at ya dome,I either elevate ya mind or I be obnoxious/ then I knock u unconscious/ Avogadro & conceptz, y'all ready know: touching one of us is risky/ I rocked shows from 010 to Helsinki/ get the message in my songs whether u burn