Come on y'all

Just touch the sky

and if you have a solid alibi

Then you don't even have to try

You're just having fun

and you don't care why

Come on y'all

Get live get down

Whether you're NY or Lc

or from a small town

Whether you're moving like a verb

or chilling like a noun

Less muscles to smile

and more muscles to frown

From the rich to the poor

From the lab to the store

From my mouth to the mic

To the crowd on the floor

From the front to the back

The back to the front

To my straight edge punks

and to those who smoke blunts

My people that have only tried

Once but still inhaled

My people hooked on methodone

My people who's in jail

My people on the run

My families on the foodstamps

People in religious cults

Soldiers in the boot camps

Champs to the losers

Stoners to the boozers

Facebook users to the Youtube viewers

From the sewers to the clouds

Humble to the proud

From the cradle to the grave

Past masters to the now

Keep pushing the limits that these bastards will allow

Keep adding on digits get the cash to kill the cow

Wiping off my brow because

My work ethic is large

and I'll be goddamned

If the man is in charge

You say you're always doing something new

Why don't you check it out it's all for you

I put so much love into what I do

Why do you feel the need to say fuck you

Coolzey got to empower you

Before they devour you

Herd you in a compound

Zyklon B shower you

I know it tastes sour too

Come on and join the rebel crew

Keep your skills sharp

So at the final hour you

Can rise above the heroes

cs they perish on the physical

Relax you are a hustler

Too clever for the typical

Pitfalls and snares

That the Lord has laid out for you

and when you make it past that

I got a cold stout for you

Waiting in the shade

of a tree at the compound

Secret HQ

Where Coolzey make the bomb sound

and you know I'm not afraid to snap

Steal it from these wack baseheads

and then we give it back

Can't hurt my feelings

I've been training in the field

Without a shield

cgainst the masters

Until they yield what I am after

Reach for the ceiling

It's your ego that I'm stealing

Now we're reeling in the riches

cs we scream it to the rafters

You say you're always doing something new

Why don't you check it out it's all for you

I put so much love into what I do

Why do you feel the need to say fuck you

Come on y'all

Just touch the sky

and if you have a solid alibi

Then you don't even have to try

You're just having fun

and you don't care why

Come on y'all

Get live get down

Whether you're NY or Lc

or from a small town

Whether you're moving like a verb

or chilling like a noun

Less muscles to smile

and more muscles to frown