First Step

[Verse 1: Uptown XO] The Holy Tri, who else could do it? You know it’s only them! Back like the rapture, still doing it for the capital Worldwide now, we like Earth, Wind & Fire Superb fly sound, but now bout to take the high of DC Voltron, Mozart, Beethoven, Bach Quotables in the Washington Post, y’all Do it for the cap like we over budget And overdo it, cause we do it like nobody does it A young’n, which y’all like the best-o Five mic the Metro, a hand sight, freedom for the ghetto We claiming the torch, claiming they wrong We came in the door, dropping along till the gimmicks put a stop in the pause Let’s say hello to the ending! What started you all but true intentions? The rhythm was the root of it all See you later, it’s never goodbye When the spirit comes back in the music, now you know why March! [Scratched Hook] [Verse 2: yU] Wale ? This is the ship that tipped the scale When you're riding up on the edge, you're almost dying to hit the tail That young’n hunger like you’re missing meals, different feels Spinnin’ wheels, you tryna live your dream till it kills Romans get stolen like the feet that still in fail No zooming on any human more than you do yourself You get a L?! Just know at the end of the day that you did it well If not than keep rocking, lock in your target and bang! Aim high, cause otherwise you’ll see I loath life, bitch I push forward, knowing that don’t nobody owe Mike shit I do what make more sense and roll with great folks That ain’t no glitch, we make pesos and stay focused Upon the greater the wait up for later, that may never come Now also get the choke that’s be taken for anyone Taught not to run, never stop, knowing them cops won’t come But still we March on Washington Come on! [Scratched Hook] [Verse 3: Oddisee] This is what I give ‘em, wisdom over rhythm From the District to the prison with bars, and stars as the emblem Where I get what I came from, they doing now what I been done I'm doing that, and then some, from extra I make an income I’m a beast from the East, the product of hard streets Hard to eat – smaller the beast, margin larger the teeth Man, it’s just the way it go, if I wanna say it so Say it knowing you ain’t posting too high to be layin’ low Different day, same shit, same script, different play This is the way of the world and I’m just tryna fit in place And tryna play the part of a mockery to my art So anything I do is a part of me from the start I’m getting better sleep while these niggas lying awake Keep it moving with the troop while niggas lying in place Only fill deals on the counter, ain’t for the fakes! DMV, where we're known as the greatest! Keep up with the pace! [Scratched Hook]