If I Die

[Intro: Eric Burden] And if I die, I know they'll cry [Verse 1: Asheru] (Who are you?) Ashe Gordon (What is this?) Solo recording (Who is that?) HL production in the board and it's kinetic The first word we said it, the rest is just magic (Black Lincoln) The end of it gets just tragic, huh Speak in tongues and prophesize Nah, I ain't psychic, I'm just high But when I'm sober, I'm a soldier of fortune For the dough or the Porsches You would think it's extortion, huh The way I poli for the cracker I determine my worth while others ask What could they get if they spit on some shit Like they hit rock bottom with they hand out They ain't figured they plan out See, me? I stand out Ain't that what an artist do? Y'all niggas is just tracing calling it freehand I'm the original b-boy article, yeah [Verse 2: Agent 006] (Now who are you?) The Agent (What is this?) It's so rewarding (What you do?) Nowadays, I'm rocking with Ashe Gordon If not that, I'm laying the track Tagging it strictly from the back Or calling him about recording (Hey?) Hey yo, we need more shit So,we gotta make these hits I wanna see a sexy shorty move her hips Shaking her shimmy while she's sucking on her lips Sending me signals to the utmost Like she could ride me all night Wake up and serve french toast I wouldn't mind, that would be the most I'ma teach 'er about undercover the second she draws close (Black Lincolns) (Them Black Lincolns some sexy motherfuckers)