Rap Fam E

Check one, check two, check three Check it the way that I attack the microphone and I project it Cause I've been recollecting visions of the Golden Sector Supreme neck protector from the Tribeca Astro projector I'm the resurrector with revelations I've been springing from the city of Mecca I remember the grimy of the 90s Don't remind me how I spit it so timely That's our rap, man Not for damn facts, man I slap to the face reality's back hand I'm trying to keep it real and keep my stacks, fam But MCs killing for a rack Rapping in a trash can Like what you saying dog You need to backtrack is how you claim to be your rapper If you can't rap fam Not for real How the fuck you claim to be your rapper If you can't rap fam Rap fam How the fuck you claim to be your rapper If you can't rap fam Rap fam I'm trying to reach the ceiling Get out of my mental prison Confined to these bars I'm kicking out of this space I tripping In outer space I'm tripping Just seeking prophetic wisdom Affecting many civilians while flexing, making a million I spit it with precision while holding true to tradition Connecting bridges from Queens to London to where I live in, along with words I'm flipping My fashion is just ridiculous I'm just ready to spark the business That's our rap, man Not for damn facts, man I slap to the face reality's back hand I'm trying to keep it real and keep my stacks, fam But MCs killing for a rack Rapping in a trash can Like what you saying dog You need to backtrack is how you claim to be your rapper If you can't rap fam Not for real How the fuck you claim to be your rapper If you can't rap fam Rap fam