Encore

[Intro] Yeah I don't think they ready man (Customized Greatly) We gon' do it like this [Verse 1: Casey Veggies] I'm tired of fake teachers cause life is real Ask some niggas how many mics I kill The [?] the feel Customized Greatly man I like the meals Stayed in now, I'ma become more Didn't do hooks but I needed the encore I'm about my cheese [?] Sean handed me the bars of professional class Fell asleep in class and lectures pass But it was a bunch of shit I already knew Heard another rap song, now I'm ahead of you I've been custom, you niggas so basic So I had to [?] just to chase it Casey Veggies put a little hot sauce on it for y'all to taste it Don't you crave it? Yeah you might get it for free Sean told me I was Vitamin C Young nigga flow man, he's about to [?] I don't know how to act, I'm too real It's me, I don't care how you feel And the legacy has just begun KRS, I'm number one I'm God's son, it's just some fun Kill y'all niggas on this lyrical shit [?] we got miracle chicks, yeah [Interlude: Jsean] This nigga coulda gave me some kind of introduction or something Do I even got to say my name anymore? Well, I would like to present to some and introduce to others That nigga that's bad than a mother [Verse 2: Jsean] Can I get an encore if you don't want more I'ma spit this raw til you get each bar I don't care less if you guys don't feel me I'ma keep spitting til you get some feeling Now motherfuckers put your hands to the ceiling To the ceiling, to the ceiling I came, I saw, I conquered [?] at the sold out concert Even though my songs skip a beat, Jsean didn't skip a beat I need no beat, that's all [?] I was just sick til heal me Fucking with that white bitch, tried to [?] me Spitting all this, y'all still don't feel me Why? Cause I'm not Pac? I am hip-hop And I am not dead, I am 2Pac (They not gon' catch that, I got to dumb it down) They said Pac was alive, he was living in Cuba I'm just comparing hip-hop to that rumor If you ain't alive, you can't have no future But I see my future, it's looking kind of bright At night time with the lights off It's so bright that you could leave the lights off Every rapper want a chain and shine But I something different in mind Every rapper want a chain and shine But I got something different in mind (What the hell are you waiting for?) After Casey's verse, it was me, me, me (What the hell are you waiting for?) But after me, there will be no more, more, more What the hell are you waiting for?