Lyrics No Joke - Conceptz

I'm writing at night and rhyming 'til the sunset
And keep banging to sound like a gunclap
God given talent that I use here
Rough voice but the beer makes me sound clear
Move forward is the key in life right?
Hopping on stage and grabbing the mic tight
The root of evil had me doing some strange stuff
Fight to win giving up just ain't us
Move with me and see what I see (Nah)
Ain't no changing me I be who I be
Ya boy Conceptz breaking down mic stands
B-boy mc mic in my right hand
I do what I does so follow my lead
My words mean something yours hollow indeed
Rhythm to the rhyme I rhyme to the rhythm
Your boy is out there man i'm trying to get 'em

I tried to warn you when I tried to tell you
Son was no joke
You wouldn't listen
So my mission is to going for broke
I tried to warn you when I tried to tell you
Son was no joke
You wouldn't listen
So my mission is to going for broke

Hold up wait back to the program
I got that heat to melt you down like a snowman
It's back to basics we on that real shit
Unless it's wack yo no reason not to feel this
Out for that bread guess i'm a bread winner
Need some food I can't afford to get thinner
God with the flow with rhymes I will show this
Con will be Con until y'all niggas notice
Wordplay bogus beat made by Lotuz
Stray from the light nah this kid is focused
Music did save me people done played me
Other than my ex ain't many that hate me
Carry the torch for those who are not here
Look at my face and tell me if ya spot fear
I don't think so I let them things go
Braaat and hit you with that ill flow

I tried to warn you when I tried to tell you
Son was no joke
You wouldn't listen
So my mission is to going for broke
I tried to warn you when I tried to tell you
Son was no joke
You wouldn't listen
So my mission is to going for broke

What we're going to do right here
Is go back, way back, back into time

It's been a long time
I shouldn't have left you
Without some Con raps to step to
Hold the mic
Crowd i'm controlling it
The gift of gab
On stage I will show you this
The name is Conceptz
You spitting nonsense
I'm reality, you got no content
Tell my story
Reason that i'm here for
Drop riddles
People want to hear more

(Hear more, hear more, hear more
Hear more, hear more, hear more)

I tried to warn you when I tried to tell you
Son was no joke
You wouldn't listen
So my mission is to going for broke

A couple of bogeys a beer and i'm all set
The ruggidness Con nigga with the raw raps
This ain't funny I teach you how you should rap
So those on top listen to my footsteps
Dressed up in all black bringing the raw back
Don't listen to rap 'cause niggas is all wack
Train in the desert I walk without shoes son
Watch your mouth I'll be there to get your crew done
Games I don't play nah names I don't say
Fuck this ain't the runway you looking all gay nigga
My motive, move out, we all eat
Still a target, even if you roll deep
Action speaks louder than words so I don't speak
Spit venom dumping on your whole fleet
Like Buck and the god the nigga no joke
So pay attention and listen close to what son wrote

I tried to warn you when I tried to tell you
Son was no joke
You wouldn't listen
So my mission is to going for broke
I tried to warn you when I tried to tell you
Son was no joke
You wouldn't listen
So my mission is to going for broke