[Verse 1] Yo, its a new day upon us, time to hit the corners Invest life on these mics, so the gains are enormous Imma rock stages, get the praises and applauses But I dont want fame, just the paper and label offers Me and Confidence fighting these major label offers Because we took hip hop from the grave and raised it out its coffins These are five mic bars I display on my performances Given to you by the Brooklyn slash Philly native bosses Emcees stay cautios cause they know I pose a threat Ive been chosen and elected to show em how to flow correct And now its made clear soon as my pen and notebook met Im living with no regrets, this is the path I chose And Imma walk it while I shake hands with fans and foes I got what this industry lacks, well, crafted flows Would you be the cause of me having high demands for shows? Its well as plenty record spins, while my capital grows What Im spitting is reminiscing a classic poem From every made passages, with nostalgic souls You aint gotta look further these notepads I own Or the place where raps best ever has found his home [Hook] Ayo, its brand new Now let it knock in your towns From city to brother, all stomping grounds Its the brand new Fresh and constantly improving Sound we bringing back just to get your blocks moving This is how we play the old from the new Been a long time, maybe too long Its only right that I was born to use mics [Verse 2] Ayo, mics, papers and pens be the tools to the trade For me to build a foundation where good music is made The streets gave me approval to start this music crusade Now emcees are preparing and packing tools cause they afraid To being victims of bars thatll leave em wounded and slaved My whole mission is giving people what they usually crave Which is nothing but the realness that aint usually played Im confusing your airwaves Making your ears slaves with this rare airplay Putting rappers in a feist ragecause they careers changed Soon as they hear the words, I engineer on a page Hands raised when you pump this on the blocks and your sidewalks I mastered this rhyme art Now its time to climb charts Maybe bag a few dimes who look good in designer clothes And graduate from the hoodrats that rock knockoffs Rashad is too hype to be inside of The Source I rather be the guy who get your get your CDs signed by in stores Doing worldwide tours Reciting the type of bars that frighten mic chords And keep flexing igniting bombs and its on [Hook] [Verse 3] Now who could do it better, I vow to keep it true and clever Never been the type to rhyme just for pursuing cheddar But if I get it maybe i splurge and be improved a spender In the meantime Im paying dues, making moves etcetera Spitting pounds of substance for stations in every area Making a way that my records rotation much heavier The mic crusher and predator, holding the pen much deadlier Than any pistolwith the potential to pump lead in ya Turn rappers into discouraged competitors Cause what I write seperates the real emcees from the replicas Devoiding rap is what my pen and pad replenishes Im fighting with this industry, bringing it to the precipes Avoid all chaos label for the music Waiting to see the payoff Writing religously, but never took the seventh day off About to snatch the plate that you rap cats ate off And make the game change course and go back to the essence While all this look for dayjobs Im praised as a legend Solidifying my spot is changing bars with the veterans Now name another poet I cant do this better than
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