Raise One

Now let me drop something of relevance
Fuck dead presidents
They tryna buy out my residence
And revolution seems so hesitant
It's time to wake up
They tell us lies with so much embellishment
The music brainwashing the kids
And the future's the youth
So you know the time travelin' switched
With so many messages in the air
What you hear, what you see
Ain't really there, always missin' a piece
That's why I always stand up on my own two
Feelin' like Joe Cool
Rode like an old school through the streets
And make rounds through the town like the postman
Straight West Coastin'
But no disrespect to the East
I had to hustle hard, never give up
Until I made it
Now y'all sayin' that's a clever Native
Never be faded, enlightened
The mind is patiently makin' all of these rhymes
And wait for the time to play it
And raise up all of my tribes

Mr. Mash', spittin' facts
This is rap, none of that wack
This and that, pitter-pat
I was raised around the grizzle though
Little bro went from analog to digital
Lyrical, this is somethin' you can ride to
Or grind to, when you tryna get your mind right
And shine to
Been a hundred since day one
Today done
And that's why I'ma blaze one
And raise one

We droppin' chronic plates once again
Native made Fully Loaded Game rushin' in
Got them sideline rhyme droppers mumblin'
The homies askin', "Can I drop another summer jam?"
It's comin' fam, for the folks who keep it hundred plus
When it's cold, keep it movin' 'cause we comin' up
Over the stove 'cause you know we got the recipe
Open the door to the store, then we test the streets
The freshest beats hot off the press like it's CBS
Broadcastin' worldwide from the peaceful West
Seein' me stress would be a cold day in Southern Cali
Still the same old block, just another alley
We still winnin'
They turnin' up, but I'm still chillin'
And life is wild, but I'm still grinnin'
How could I never smile
When I look around and see all of my peoples
Proud and standin' tall in front of the forces
That try to keep us down

Mr. Mash', spittin' facts
This is rap, none of that wack
This and that, pitter-pat
I was raised around the grizzle though
Little bro went from analog to digital
Lyrical, this is somethin' you can ride to
Or grind to, when you tryna get your mind right
And shine to
Been a hundred since day one
Today done
And that's why I'ma blaze one
And raise one

Fully Loaded Game, FLG
It's enlighten the mind
I'm on the grind to excel MCs
I'm on the beats like an MPC
Went from MP3s and CDRs to the best LPs
It all started with the Roland XP
80-Key, spit soul for the streets
And our folks with heat
I reach over the beat
Bro pass me a sheet
Of fresh paper for the caper that we 'bout to complete
We did it all from promotion and packagin'
To flowin' and trackin' it
Hussle Record Co., we stampin' it
Fast nickel, slow dime we averagin'
And addin' 'em up, do the math
Can't you tell we savage, fam?
I been made a million tracks
With a million cats
Sat with hip-hop conference panelists
And rapped about the future of rap
But the truth be told
They want our soul but they just can't handle it

Mr. Mash', spittin' facts
This is rap, none of that wack
This and that, pitter-pat
I was raised around the grizzle though
Little bro went from analog to digital
Lyrical, this is somethin' you can ride to
Or grind to, when you tryna get your mind right
And shine to
Been a hundred since day one
Today done
And that's why I'ma blaze one
And raise one