Represent

[Scratching] "Rhyme for the streets" [Verse One] Must love hip hop Do it when I'm not in the mood Smooth it is not the shoes, hip hop in the groove To the day and rhyme late, lines 25-8 Eyes on the prize, Rise like the crime rate Breathe it or leave it, believe it or thieve it You like it or need it, you true with it or keeping a secret You like it or lump it, I like it so I write it and dump it If you love it then set it free or you don't even want it Then I lose sleep [?] don't play And I dig deep, she gon' bust oil one day And then the plan sessions in private hand gestures This is how the van meshes, rappers in the stands guessing They next word, I'mma say like they damn Kreskin I'll tell the cabbie, Cali till the different plan set in Ain't time to start my rally Ain't time to fart and boast This ain't a Laffy Taffy Don't open this with jokes [Scratching] "Represent" For the streets gotta "Represent" For the fans "Represent" For the streets "Represent" For hip hop c'mon "Represent" For the fans gotta "Represent" The streets want it "Represent" For the fans "Represent" "Rhyme for the streets" [Verse Two] So I try to keep steady with my mind off balance Mind off static, competition my own challenge I want planets...sun, rise in the east Floss when you smile still my style in your teeth I can make this verse last long for thousands of weeks Spread from the east to the west mountain peak to the beach To the sea and beneath, life's a tease on the cheek But not the flavor of the week so be easy/discreet And she get charmed long on songs, casual cover A walking time bomb, bomb arm in Mario Brothers Calm, chill out like fishing throw the hook out and reel And if they bite the bait, it's just your fate and your skill So I'm spitting while I'm speaking slob, reason for the salad guard Everybody laughs at y'all even English palace guards I feel the madness on, I do battle raps and How To's Against my valid spar, I don't give a fuck about you [Hook] [Verse Three] No matter if you the champ now, future or former Even if your style's been around as long as you want is I got the facts, nobody's telling me crap Adapt on the track or be the wooly mammoth of rap See my contractionary acts like when Pontiffs attack I'm half sleep when I rap, I ain't conscious like that It's textbook execution, Timeless Matter's my name Mad it can't be created or destroyed only changed Now you want a deal we ask while builders and ferrys drop Living with their varied past, bodies under coffee shops Party till the party stops Drunk, loud people laughing Didn't know she was a cop, thought it was a stripper acting Rhyming is a gut reaction, timing and gifts from God Wrap it and give it to you, He just let me sign the card Knowing I flow I like it and I only like the nicest See this ain't boastful writing This is called a poet license [Hook]