[Intro: Duke Da God]
And our journey leads us
To this new found land my people
We done walked too far, and f*cked up our feet to get here
To let any of you c*cksuckers take anything away from us
See the game is thirty percent mental, thirty percent physical and sixty percent heart
And we was bred for this type of sh*t, you feel me?
Yo Writer, you was trained by the same n*ggas that trained al-Qaeda
The time is now my n*gga
Let's go get 'em
[Verse 1: J.R. Writer]
I remember clear, it’s been several years
But to think how far I made it, I won't shed a tear
I ain’t never scared you queers, you wilding
I've been styling since I came home in 2000
Who doubting? Tell him put his money up
Must got guts like you need a tummy tuck
Get the brother crutches, excuse me I'm a beast
They knew me on the street before they threw me on the beat
Posted on 8th Ave, like who I'm gon' eat?
They all Scooby Snacks, and Scooby want a treat
Nowadays they battle but won't do it for some weeks
That weak, I rocked them little foolio's to sleep
Capeesh? But I ain't with the battling or babbling
Rapping what you haven't been, I'm facts you'll be imagining
Me? I dazzle 'em, that's the way I rattle 'em
A teacher to a student, what I'm doing, passing 'em
Style on whoever, come out in the cloudiest weather
Thunder got 'em pulling out the umbrellas
My first album was the first album I ever put together
Still did a hundred thousand and better
Cause I'm clever
Meet at the spot if you finna cop, when you need yourself a rock semi and the pot (?)
You see a n*gga hot, give a n*gga props
How you gon' meet me at the top when I'm in the drop
Huh? Go play in traffic you hating bast*rd
I'm a great, all my Writer's Block's tapes were classic
Fact is, how I ain't the man when they saying "Damn, caught a million out of baby gram"
Fam who getting with me, its been a rizzy
You know that rush hour traffic, I'm getting busy
f*ck is a 360 deal when I'm getting Matrix (?)
On my 20/20 vision see it's 50/50
sh*t, my heart is a cold brick
Technically I've been the hardest since '06, b*tch
I'm moving, Pardon my flows sick
Still rep Dip but I started my own sh*t
It's the Thund dunda, run with us or run from us
Run fronter, tell n*ggas it's done summer
Dumb f*cker, this is easy, its A, B, C, until you get the D, E
I don't give a F, listen I'm a G
She get H, I with J, then skid off in a V
See this is a slaughter, I run up to the boarder
Treat 'em like Bin Laden, dump him in the water
You f*cking with a baller that'll f*ck around and torture
Had the beat taken more punches than Mayorga
How I ain't sick, styling like this
I'm like to welcome ya'll back to powerfulness
[Outro: Duke Da God]
See Writer, by the time these n*ggas figure this sh*t out
It'll all be over
When these n*ggas gonna learn, you can’t teach greatness
They say when the grass is low you see all the snakes
I like to say: "When the grass is low, you see all the fakes"
But thank God it's a new day and we get another chance to shine
So with every ounce of flesh in our body
We gonna represent to the fullest
SS2, Still Standing 2
Some of the realest sh*t I ever heard
Yo Writer, you have fully arrived my n*gga