Epic

Yo, what it do, Mo Cleaves, original Flintstone
Co-CEO of All Vison Entertainment, you feel me?
Connor, there's a few motherfuckers that's still
Out here that don't believe the movement, you know?
There's a few motherfuckers out here that don't believe the hype
We steady goin' in the clubs, fightin' with the
DJs to play the motherfuckin' music, you know?
And that's the shit that fucks me up, because we
Done been city to city, state to state, worldwide
We done hit the bricks, conquered 'em
We done did the fly shit, conquered it, you know what I'm sayin'?
So it's motherfuckers out here that anybody that got a question
I guarantee you will not have a motherfuckin'
Question after this song, Connor
Give 'em what they want, Connor
Give 'em what they want, Connor
Connor, give 'em what they want, man

Bringin' that real shit back, put your hands up, hah
That real shit back, put your hands up, hah
Put 'em high, put 'em high, put 'em high, put 'em high
Put 'em high, put 'em high, put 'em high, put 'em high

Yo, I got the soul of a veteran, anti-medicine
The flow is sicker than it's ever been
It's evident I kill shit, nigga, here the evidence
Better tell 'em this that shit that
Make 'em question niggas' relevance
The docs pat me on my ass, had a chip on my shoulder ever since
I make hits, niggas flinch, you would move if you had better sense
Ill since birth and ain't got better since
I'm a real nigga, so this probably out your element
You the realest when you tellin' it
I can't buy the bullshit no more, everybody sellin' it
So I close shop on you hoes, other hoes flock
Landin' street 'til I'm gone, I put on for the whole block, watch
Niggas is gassed up, niggas think they hot
When it's just me burnin' they ass up
Niggas is bitches like they misses with they ass up
Gettin' fucked, Mo Cleaves with my glass up
I give a fuck 'cause my mindset is like a flyin' jet
I'm on my fly shit, a pilot 'cause my shit
Got the hunger of a B.I.G. that ain't been signed yet
And you can feel that
Where you been is where you still at, so, nigga, kill that
My shit is red hot like a red dot on your temple
Respect the young god in the temple
Should I continue? Nothin' like a good ass-whoopin' to convince you
I love you

Bringin' that real shit back, put your hands up, hah
That real shit back, put your hands up, hah
Put 'em high, put 'em high, put 'em high, put 'em high
Put 'em high, put 'em high, put 'em high, put 'em high

Yo, what I spit'll have 'em strung out
That's why I see a lot of long faces
Like I'm lookin' in the mirrors at a fun house
Get it clear, I don't rap for rappers
Honestly, you niggas is all ass, word to Esther Baxter
And y'all niggas extra average on your best day
On the regular, my worst verse kill competitors
You sentimental? We in the jungle, not that venom in 'em
The flow is bananas, that's just the gorilla in him
How you love that? Show it to me, I'll show you love back
But I ain't stuntin' none of you niggas, so, nigga, fuck that
Opposition, I know you pissed, but I grew up without a pot to piss in
So far as me, this ain't a competition
This is death and livin', ain't the stakes high?
While you roll snake eyes, I'm lookin' in these snakes' eyes
Tryin' not to bite the apple, but Adam, I feel you
Ass-naked hoes in my face, I ain't think it clear, too
Industry shady, it need to be taken over
Tryna give you that raw and you snortin' up baking soda
Well, the wait is over
It's like I do magic, I'm spittin' that blue magic
Abra ka-boo, faggot
And truthfully, if you don't like it, nigga, sue me
'Cause Nas told me fuck y'all niggas and just do me
Ain't gotta like it, but y'all gon' respect it
Hope you got the message, this is epic

Bringin' that real shit back, put your hands up, hah
That real shit back, put your hands up, hah
Put 'em high, put 'em high, put 'em high, put 'em high
Put 'em high, put 'em high, put 'em high, put 'em high

J. Rich, I told 'em