B. I. Z. - Can't Stop (feat. S.K.)

We keep it grinding but they don’t know
One day we’ll let it out all on the floor
Pedal to the metal every time we on go
We can't stop, wont stop, I don’t think we can slow down
It’s just the money and fame they show
They got so much that they hiding in store
I found a boat, now they wanting to row
We can’t stop, wont stop, I don’t think we can slow down
It's B.I.Z! I'm finna teach em bout flossin
Flames on the track, bouta do time for arson
Flows on point, sharpshooter like a marksman
Riding in my neighborhood proceed with caution
Comin from the 401, Cumberland to Boston
Always catch me with the drip like a broken faucet
These rappers ridin waves it got me feelin nauseous
The way I spit And rip, you think I’d be a toxin
I’m boxin the beat, punchlines got em dizzy
Leave em wit a black eye better get the frozen peas
I’m cold blooded rhymes colder than the ocean breeze
In December I dismember leave em injured broken knees
I've been devoted to the game and the rhyme schemes
Rhymes so sick you'd think its COVID-19
When I spit they bring praise to my team
When you spit all I see is bad hygiene
I'm crying, for these rappers cuz I feel pitiful
So I part the seas of emcees like I'm biblical
BIZ and SK spit chemical, if you live it’s miracle
The effort is so minimal, my shots aren’t subliminal
They jump in your face, I'm like a jump scare
Bump at my place, head bobbin to the drums snare
Walk in my jays, and I’m coppin more than one pair
After this verse, you’ll cry to mommy til you run scared
We keep it grinding but they don’t know
One day we’ll let it out all on the floor
Pedal to the metal every time we on go
We can't stop, wont stop, I don’t think we can slow down
It’s just the money and fame they show
They got so much that they hiding in store
I found a boat, now they wanting to row
We can’t stop, wont stop, I don’t think we can slow down
Aye yo B.I.Z, what I tell u bout these fake emcees
Lets turn the place they ranking these into vacancies
Started from the bottom now we riding they the major leagues
Overcoming problems redefine em into major keys
Word to Khaled I’m murderin every ballad
Absurdly with the talent of hurdling every challenge
Observing that there’s a balance of what’s so Ill and so real
This flow feel like it could turn a roadblock to road kill
So chill I’m from the end of the city where savage lives
So think twice before u exit off the Braga Bridge
What rappin is these days a bunch of fashionists
With the same flow and so I had to take it back wit B.I.Z
To show the kids and the grown alike how to own a mic when opponents roll the dice gotta slow the hype
Thinking they Jordan when they really just the crying meme
Tryna scheme one last dance how we retire teams
We keep it grinding but they don’t know
One day we’ll let it out all on the floor
Pedal to the metal every time we on go
We can't stop, wont stop, I don’t think we can slow down
It’s just the money and fame they show
They got so much that they hiding in store
I found a boat, now they wanting to row
We can’t stop, wont stop, I don’t think we can slow down

Written by:
Braeden Bisbano, Scott Correia

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