Heavy Artillery

[Scratches] "I live for the moment, Class got you open" [Verse 1] Yo, now is you ready for the man steppin in with the heavy artillery Both hands cocked to the back ready and willingly Spit fire over tracks, you ain't feeling me Judging how I look not by lyrical abilities Please, this is for my people in the background Staying out the limelight, moulding how a track sounds Walk with my Cap Down Class never back down Weigh bout a half pound Fight to the last round And keep moving, I'm like Parker Lewis, can't lose I got ya running man, with or without Dance Moves I don't get bad moods sometimes I'm just pissed off Drive by in your ride, wave high and you'll get flipped off It's like that, all I do is write raps Drop beats for hype tracks, smoke weed for nightcaps Step up, we'll strike back, listen how I word it Always underground but I'll rise to the surface [Hook] Getting you dem of the heavy artillery That's why all the girls them love we Flex with the friends we no flex with the enemies Cause we enemy we wanna come hurt we And then hold an apology Cause ya know we have the heavy artillery Flex with the friends we no flex with the enemies Cause we enemy we wan come hurt we [Verse 2] Now when I'm dyin' at home I wanna picture on my headstone My microphone, 2 tables and my headphones Cross fader, triton and the MPC Resting here 'Dope producer slash MC' But let's move, sometimes I wild out and wanna let loose Smoke weed, drink booze for an excuse I'm in the wrong state of mind All you flashy rappers talking, I'm here to take your shine Take your props, make em mine, so how ya like me now I see your tempers rising, you wanna strike me down But I will stay here, and whether or not I play fair Depends on these rappers acting like they need some day care Children stop playing, start building I don't care who ya know or if you pushed a hard million It's hard dealing, I'm almost ready to explode Everybody wanna hate, but we really gotta grow, let's go [Hook] [Verse 3] Yo, I see you leaning on the wall with your hands in your back pocket Acting hard like you can't feel this, stop it I know some rappers in the place really can't rock it But when I get up on the mic it's always hot shit Listen as I take you through this Spit from the heart, this is art more than music Half of you are clueless, don't know the real You repeat what you hear and expect a record deal I live for the moment, Class got ya open This is that shit right here, still boasting I see through ya and I'm finish with the small talk Done wasting time son, you guaranteed to fall off [Hook]