Over There

{"I, see my child, standing over there, with youuuuuuuu..."} [Intro: Edo G] Yeah, uh-huh, uh Yes, uh, uh-huh, yeah Ohh, uh-huh, yeah, it's Edo G y'all 2010, yo! Uh-huh [Verse 1: Edo G] Some of y'all are here cause you know somebody Some of y'all are here cause you think you somebody Most of y'all, wanna be somebody You got more bodies? Then you really nobodies I'm so godly, for what I embody You so spotty, with another reference to Gotti, the shotty or the party Edo voice fill the room, like Pavarotti Die Hard, Bruce Willis, so hard to body Make bread out of wheat and barley Future flavors like Pete and Marley Most of y'all ain't eatin' hardly Been to battle so the beefin' scarred me Go to war with a lethal army Disregard me? A wise man, you can't misinform me Edo G, you should listen for me I'm what the game been missin' surely Like good lovin cummin' prematurely I'm right here homie [Hook: Masta Ace] + (Edo G) Real beats and real rhymes is over here Real rap and boom-bap is over here If you ain't with us Then you need to go over there... (Just clap your hands to the beat) (C'mon and just clap your hands to the beat) (Everybody, clap your hands to the beat) (C'mon and just clap your hands to the beat) [Verse 2: Edo G] Yo, release catch and shoot, you passion fruit I do biz under the table, passin' loot Man eater, Hannibal, animal Campaign manager like Rahm Emanuel My flow is so intangible When I spit, and open up my mandible Ya hate, understandable Cause my reach is infinite and expandable AYY!! (uh-huh) Write on my phone, I'm bored with ink The more shit you pile on, the more it stink What I possess and profess can pause your progress Beef gets addressed, rappers is hard-pressed Think move like chess Or get bullets, removed from the flesh of your chest Some people, are destined for success But me, I determine my success [Hook]