Ereezy - What About Hip Hop

Walk wit me young blood, do it for the love of claps
The high hats, the fingers that snap
Emotions run deep cause all I know is rap
Wouldn't trade it world and that's a fact
When I first heard a beat to my surprise
Treble took my soul, See the joy in my eyes
Next came the bass, feel the temperature rise
Same rise that I get when in between those thighs
And then I start to mumble at tha end of each line a riddle
Throw some saucy content in da middle
Don't leave by ma side cause the plot gets deeper with time
By now I can officially rhyme
Who wants to listen to a kid spit'n at 9
To me I was sound'n like Jay in his prime
To them, they was like young'n give it some time
To me I was like niggaz outta they mine
I'm a legend in my own mind, I label me betta than
Tha Has beens, might be, claim be veterans
Tha boy E is the truth and tha proof is tha pudding
Think I'm lying, watch me step in da booth
PJ hit tha switch and tha vocals are loose
When I'm done mix it down, nuth'n left to prove
I'm here now year round, love it or scat
Simple quote from ma idol, tha ruler is back
Sixteen bars on forty eight tracks
When I'm ham in the booth Forty Eight on ma back
For those that don't get that
I spit three sixteens when ya boy goes in and gets mean
A savage since twenty one, call me boy wonder
Pushed a sell out show in da land of down unda
Radio waves for random got my listeners shook
Hard punch lines, metaphors and a hook
They love it when they see me
Say they like tha way I switch ma flow
Club rock'n, Slow songs, catch me rid'n hat low
Ya boy outta control
If rid'n beats was a crime I'd be on death row
Rock'n me a high hat, draped in some tempo
Drop'n hands on a nigga, til he feel'n dat treble
When I stand before ya honor and he hear'n ma case
And ask me how do I plead ill just give him the base

Written by:
Edward Galloway

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