That Preemo Shit

[Intro] Hard work, no doubt [Hook] We wanna hear that Preemo shit Boom bap, underground, that Preemo shit Hip-hop, hardcore, Preemo shit He got fire for ya with Bumpy on it Peep the Kolexxxion [Verse 1] Yo everybody know that Preem is a beast with the beats He designed a lot of ways for these niggas to eat Cause when Bumpy spits pain over Christopher Mart's art It fed all the hood niggas running the streets We lived the life, that's why I roll with a mic and gun I'm Freddie Blassey, you fuck with me, I light you son Why niggas ask me if rhyming is a part of my life Cause I'm living on the line that's a part of the life These niggas really don't write like they really don't fight But I'm still not convinced that the game is dead Because a few lame niggas wanna imitate skills With their limited skills, fake can't imitate real Fuck around, you get killed over kicks and snares They got a well known Preemo feel, how the crowd feel Make some noise for some real b-boys in the building Now we teach the children [Hook] [Verse 2] My thought interpreted across this perm Got me bullying this rap game like Big Perm I know I promised y'all Amerikkkan Black, I didn't fall back I'm letting wack niggas get some shine, I ain't all that I'm still on track, tracks by the Preemo Money on the table, I rob the casino Raw like Pesci, smooth like DeNiro I'm popping in the hood like the corner store hero It's the boom, bap, snares crack Like a motherfucker head when I'm swinging the bat These wack niggas can't rap, and the reason for that Is dumb niggas don't study, the lesson is that The legend is back and I'ma school you fruitcakes, new fakes Two-face smiling in the goon face Money by the suitcase, with a worldwide nod And the producer that we borrow from the God (rest in peace) Let's go [Hook] [Scratches by DJ Premier] "Preemo"