Epilogue

[Verse 1: Ryda Blak] Yea…when I say we bout to blow We literally bout to blow up blow this world with our Q-36 Explosive Space Modulator No smoking brah the potent from my pours would leave you high as fuck You know it’s us Success colon red carpet prone we see the stars uh Fly Rebels Try to reach our level Accompanied by several while we keeping chicks on schedule While we meddling, slaving to this game, no more shackling And or chains around the neck, show respect Or we calling Quentin Tarantino He knows how to bring that reload we lowkey some Desperado's Reservoir Dogs unchained like Django hang on True Romance each dancer that come prancing from every state we touring no boring accusations or calling us Inglorious Basterds Yo we famous must forgot your glasses you looking a greatness Like G.O.D customized us greatly we simply amazing No second guessing you failing I’m just an artist in training until I’m rapping with Jay-Z Yo Hova! Move Over! [Verse 2: Cooley] Rock a high top All black Gold watch Kicks bright as hell Gotcha bitch yellin hello Don't believe in chains Do believe in God So I give a damn About a fool who don't believe in ours Iont need fast cars Not sayin I won't get em Iont need bad broads Not sayin I won't hit em Iont need nothin but the money Tell my mova not to worry bout the money Tell my brovas erybody gon eat That's the type shit that make it hard to wanna go to sleep Just the thought of failin Bout enough to make ya wanna weep But I ain't weak Understand that Nothin come cheap Ji simple really No hunt equals no eat Hip I say the there a lot But I mean that there a lot You ain't bringin nothin to the table You ain't got a spot Ready or not Shogun Show no mercy Spit curses Put Rap ass niggas in hearses Cool [Verse 3: Lega-c] Ok, I'm Chilling on the balcony Valkyrie on my side yeah Nigga she down to ride And I told em I'm dope Just quote the promoter Looking for me on the flyer, ain't another nigga flyer That's Rebel,we reaching another level The bass combined with the treble Might mistake for heavy metal They used to look at me funny Now all these white girls, I'm making snow angels in snow bunnies Just call me the POTUS, I'm looking for a Michelle And maybe a couple Monica's. Do the honors when drama comes I'm tryna shine till yall need blinders I keep a couple of diamonds, just reminding but Back to kicking this knowledge Getting a couple of dollars, so Tyler get into college LT and Sierra can travel Tokyo, Paris Parasailing over charts While all yall failing, who you telling? [Verse 4: TeeJay] One mic, thats all I really need And if I ruled the world, would change all the scenes that I seein Dreams that im dreamin Goin from hotel sixin to chillin in Four Seasons For like four seasons, I be ducked off If ridin' solo gon get me bread, I'ma pay cost Cuz in the long run, i will never tire You may be fast out the gate but quick perspire Sweatin these niggas? Naw I never do it Chuck Norris on a beat homie dont act stupid Prince Georges raised, where I got my ways Step out here and get it, or keep being played And they control can't control Tee So im out here workin tryin get it faithfully With godly mC, cooley, Lega-c Ryda Blak, the Fly Rebels who we be [Verse 5: godly mC] My style is a stealth bomber And comet Comma a comma chasing brother Lookin' bahamas With a pinch of good Karma Not a dash of a drama Thespians sayin' let me in Like straps on lesbians or vampires Lets begin Sucking me, this game is twins Tell em look how i'm comin' I'm flooding flipping the scenery The wildlife is running You something, we something else You the problem, we the help Albums be coming out this the reason they on the shelf Fly Rebel shit HO-ld up... Breakin' down the roll up Flow got the halo, the glow stuff, the sho-nuff The show up and get shown up, ya shows up Like the flicks on an airplane, the plane thats us Far, from you...plane Jane niggas who sus My young bull Cooley pull ya card if you playing it tought Tee got ya mary palmed Not talking tree and a dutch Blak and air-rick my band aids We chill in the cut.... Fly shit...fucking with it or what? 'chamon