Motherland

[Verse 1: Spree Wilson] Welcome to the new game Apprentice A landscape of bumps we jumpin' like fences You too can throw your shit up on the YouTube Until [?] go on and block it like Prince did A misfit of bandits, plan it On the planet I put it on like the bandit Shit I kick harder than spaceship damage New Jack is back and Swingin' like a hammock So why would I never take advantage? Every second I turn a minute to utilize flow Put it all together with a little bad weather And I bet you my style you find as quick as Nemo Let's see From the beat poets, to the everyday folk my shit is common as the lowest Denominator, rap style innovator Keepin' the torch lit until I need a generator [Hook] [Novel]: We gon' get there, we gon' stroll to a place where we belong To another, 'nother land To another, 'nother land Where we stoppin', I don't know Where ever it is we gon' go To the mother, motherland To the mother, motherland Uh ho [Verse Two] [Novel]: And I'm here to say he on the mothership Uh, uh, uh, uh I'm on some other shit Give me a snare and a bass line Rap is like a democratic party I take mines Get it? We gon' thump when we win it Till we ball till we fall till somebody's invented Paul's sittin' in a straight jacket gettin' it fitted So I'm diggin' into this hip hop, a city committee Uh, cause I got hot spit, I got fire What I got will make a nigga retire In his entire full empire Oh yeah baby like Austin Pires I meant Powers Oh that's sour You so tasteless, I'm seasoned like Lawrys All these cowards fall over like towers Another MC another nigga of the hour, deflowered [Hook] [Novel]: We gon' get there, we gon' stroll to a place where we belong To another, 'nother land To another, 'nother land Where we stoppin', I don't know Where ever it is we gon' go To the mother, motherland To the mother, motherland Uh ho [Verse Three] [Joell Ortiz]: Check it out, close your eyes Life in my motherland Peace sign in my left, mic in my other hand Righteous mind states, nice to your brother man Beautiful sized plates, no more feeling hunger fam No more a need to put your money in a rubber band You ain't gotta hustle ain't no gutter damn I swear I can see it, it's nice I'm covered in gold and my queen is in ice My friends reachin' for price We getting married barefoot on the beach and it's white Let the good times roll like casinos and dice All my homies locked down ain't in affairs no mo' All my people underground ain't dead no mo' They all alive and well They all lightin' L's They all sippin' alcohol in a fly hotel At my reception, like, "We love your wife Joell." My mother land the flip side like a life in hell [Hook] [Novel]: We gon' get there, we gon' stroll to a place where we belong To another, 'nother land To another, 'nother land Where we stoppin', I don't know Where ever it is we gon' go To the mother, motherland To the mother, motherland Uh ho