Hall of Fame

Yeah, one, two, uh. Guilty Simpson in the house. Sending a shout-out to DJ Black Flame, Detroit to Switzerland, worldwide. Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em. For the real hip hop heads only, nothing less. Come on. Ay, uh, classic material, second to none. Burning woods in your neck of the slums. We give them that feeling that they felt before And hope to get it back. Quality, they never skip the track. We give them what they need, way out of Your league. Fire in your feed, music for your Soul. Took the lead, rival MCs take heed. Pack it all in and take leave. The formula's hot, still warming up. Simple man turned warrior, fighting for the good of Hip hop. It's worth it. They used to question the purpose, only scratching The surface. Come take a trip with a wordsmith. I'm showing them firsthand, all with the verse plan. Dropping gems if it's worth saying, rotating while The Earth spins. They'll recall my name and say it loud in The hall of fame. Yeah. We don't talk the same. I need a jacket after all my games. Yeah. Yo, we are the cure for those that want More. We are the peace for those that want War. Grown man music, yeah, gotta mature. Center stage out on a world tour. Presenting that next level rap on tracks. My supporters can't survive on scraps. While they lie on tracks, I rely on facts. That's the difference, I'm keeping the numbers like A statistician. I'm real, so they gotta listen. In admiration of competition, contemplating my Compositions. Assembled through my conviction, Hip hop is my addiction. I fiend for it. I had to suffer and Dream for it. Had to strategize a team for It, and now I'm doing everything for it, 'cause I got a want and need for it. We did a lot, and we need more. They'll recall my name and say it loud in The hall of fame. Yeah. We don't talk the same. I need a jacket after all my games. Yeah. They'll recall my name and say it loud in The hall of fame. Yeah. We don't talk the same. I need a jacket after all my games. Yeah. Whoa, yo, we going worldwide. Hip hop lives forever. Peace to DJ Black Flame from your mans Guilty Simpson. Almighty Dreadnaughts in the house. Yeah, Detroit to Switzerland. Don't stop.