Verse 1: John River
Ay look i'm nice on the mic, got spice when I type or write
One track will leave you nice for the night, entice you to write
My style's my own if a n*gga trying to bite I can't condone
If a n*gga want to to fight, i'm ready to throw 'em
Sipping liquor hitting height rosseta a stone
Written scriptures of my blithe burettas and chromes
They bang for the cheddar ? corettas and homes
Stop the the sex talk get a abolishing stones
Drop the xbox for some letters and poems
I walk Like a baller still stress tight figures
Talk like a scholar still dress like a n*gga
I'm pressed by the press, depressed by the stress
Fox news says we got vests on our chest and we go bang bang
Which set do you rep living in a gangland
And the TECs getting prepped
n*gga do the damn thing now your chest getting wet
How you figure must have mistaken me for a n*gga
Base and a kicker pace dun quicker
Quick as your town splitter the slickest of rhyme spitters
It's John River
Chorus: Lauryn Hill
They've got so much things to say right now (don't they)
They've got so much things to say (and we ain't tripping)
They've got so much things to say right now (ayo john I got you)
They've got so much things to say
Verse 2: ANTHM
I see my culture soul searching uh
Back against the ropes thirsting for a spokesperson
I'm spitting with whole verses through the seams rip the stich thread it
With the different vision you surreal
Why you sill paint your picture listen
My conscious has be exposed to your nonsense
Represent the struggle to struggle to juggle concepts
Until I leave this world behind me never let them blind me
With that grimy image that they designed to define me
As inferior social lagging silly n*gga chrome magnum
White collar won't happen pro sports pro rapping
Louis belt pants sagging go grab him shots fired
Got a hoodie all goodie toe tag him
I stay afloat with what I wrote as I bless these souls
Poetry be like the ? uh and heavan exatly what i'm prepping to be
I'm setting precedence to represent me
(I'm setting real f*cking precedence to represent me)
Chorus: Lauryn Hill
They've got so much things to say right now
They've got so much things to say (and we ain't tripping though)
They've got so much things to say right now
They've got so much things to say