Hip Hop (street)

[Kriminul] For real hip hop niggas.. J.I.G. Mastas.. For days on I hear the same song sayin' nothin new I'm in the cunt gettin' my blaze on tryin' to stay to I face you We at the next level you tryin' to find that each and every day It's gettin hard for you to grasp my speech The class I teach Make you cram to understand lyrics so dope They oughta cut me up in grams touchin' my hand Before me and my man rushes to jam, crushing y'clan No time for you to execute your plan next to shoot a man Or so you say forget the drama causin' rap You still got news to pay bitches and [???] Around the way in army fatigues The way you mislead the public Frontin' like you rough and rugged, hold up I ask myself, 'is that mad nice?' I like the way he grip the mic device, is he worth the price? Most times I can't see his skills, it's microscopic Y'all niggas ain't makin music son, ya need to stop it The J.I.G.'s be droppin' real (Hip-hop!) Let you know that we only flow to real (Hip-hop!) It's the norm that we perform rugged (Hip-hop!) G-thumpin, (Hip-hop!) party jumpin' (Hip-hop!) I see treasures, beyond the material Cause the luxuries don't measure up to me Maybe enough to me The way I feel this salvation truly divine When I intertwine like vine My lyrics to these basslines Know that, I quest to live big willy Fuck the phillies, roll up the fonta [?] And vocally I haunt ya, Kriminul I stick you up For your mental in a minute while I'm in it Fill it with lyrics, till it reach the limit No gimmicks, causes wrath, man it's real and I feel I'm like Medusa, take one look at me and niggas stand still The blast still switches be all out for riches and bitches and flies Witches on broomsticks whenever my toolkits Consume kid, all walks of life, talks of trife [???] schemes, we'll put you in the land of permanent dreams The J.I.G.'s be droppin' real (Hip-hop!) Let you know that we only flow to real (Hip-hop!) It's the norm that we perform rugged (Hip-hop!) G-thumpin, (Hip-hop!) party jumpin' (Hip-hop!) I do this for niggas true to this Before haters would use their fists, fuck the foolishness With blasts that expand just like a uterus Your hollow team'll get yolked up like Halloween J.I.G's drop tombs[?] on tracks to make the other seem mediocre Misrepresent the culture? Never Sever the heads of competition, sport it like a treasure Y'all better recognize like familiar family members What's that? You'se frontin hard but in your heart you know you tender Slender, the chance of you slidin' by fakin' jacks East, west, north south son, no matter where you at Here to strap, it's bound to rock knots like Bon Jovi Beyond keepin' it real, so motherfuck the foley Run up on me, get hit with rhymes deep like grave diggers In rap, we like the EMS: We come and save niggas The J.I.G.'s be droppin' real (Hip-hop!) Let you know that we only flow to real (Hip-hop!) It's the norm that we perform rugged (Hip-hop!) G-thumpin, (Hip-hop!) party jumpin' (Hip-hop!)