Set It Off - Add-2

Part 1

This is the moment you’ve been waiting for

Flow cold, nigga what you skatin' on?

Hot as hell, I could make you feel like you in Satan’s home

Locks on the locks, drops for my drops

Who I’m s’possed to call?

I need cops for the cops

FTP these pigs can’t kill me

Still so sick, no pill can heal me

Me no run, one test and feel free

I paint saints gone in the wind, I drew breeze

We be in the league, city under siege

Ain’t no competition, yea I’m in another league

I feel for all who’s tryna keep up with me

You get dragged so much you could date Mister Cee

Songs that I write, wrongs and the rights

All so dope, you could sell it to the hypes

Picture worth a thousand words, blind sayin' «what a sight»

Add kill the verse, girls say I give ‘em life

Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at?

In the cut

Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up

5, 4, 3, 2, 1, set it off

5, 4, 3, 2, 1, set it off

Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at?

In the cut

Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up

Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off)

Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off)

Yo, hate to pop your balloon

But your favourite rapper’s a coon

You hear the things that he spit?

Well really if he keep it real, then really then he like a snitch, right?

Rappers that you praise and the ones that you put your faith in

I listen to their verses and it sound like an affidavit

I be losin' my patience like doctors that couldn’t save theirs

Came into this game, they complainin' that I don’t play fair

We be bringin' rides to your hood like it was a state fair

Wait there, spittin' all this dope you swore there’s weight there

Say you paintin' pictures, I’m lookin' at you with blank stares

You ain’t killin' nothin', your verses just learned to play dead

Pop, pop, lights out, bet they wild out

Put ‘em in a hole they can’t climb out

Tell your coach call a time-out

I be goin' dumb, dumb, dumb like my mind out

Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at?

In the cut

Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up

5, 4, 3, 2, 1 set it off

5, 4, 3, 2, 1 set it off

Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at?

In the cut

Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up

Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off)

Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off)

They givin' cats wings for a pair of fly shoes

Better find God ‘fore them bullets find you

Shooters takin' shots like an alcoholic looter

Takin' out them young men, them guns like cougars

Somebody tell the radio I’m here to free the slaves

Tell your television yea, I’m here to free the slaves

Better know that man great, haters can’t stand me

I’m sayin' «psssh» like Will and Jazz’s handshake

Fans want that feelin' of that Tribe Called Quest

And still miss the feelin' of that guy called West

Well tell 'em church back, stayin' on my job watch me work that

Hungry, I don’t have time for the thirst track

Fuck rap, this a manifesto for the black man

Rollin' in the whip, whippin' master with the left hand

Southside Chi-Town, my town, ride hol' up

Like a hold up, hands up, high, high

Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at?

In the cut

Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up

5, 4, 3, 2, 1 set it off

5, 4, 3, 2, 1 set it off

Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at?

In the cut

Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up

Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off)

Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off)

Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at?

In the cut

Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up

5, 4, 3, 2, 1 set it off

5, 4, 3, 2, 1 set it off

Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at?

In the cut

Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up

Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off)

Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off)

Part 2

The kid workin' like child labor

Rarely see my face like the neighbor of Tim Taylor

The prodigal son probly the product what sin made us

A problem that’s been major, I’m big baby, like Glen Davis

You dictators are dick takers, when Add spittin' that shit

It’s stronger than Vick’s Vapor

I’m killin' all of your dogs, call it a Vick favor

No shots to chasers, we are stayin' where the shots chase us

May God save us

I’m pourin' liquor for rappers, heard your verse and I’m laughin'

Hit the track and I’m lappin', you niggas talk about fashion

You need to come out the closet like hangers, can’t hang with us

Fake bitches and money’s all that the fame get us

Gettin' all in your feelings, you better call you a dentist

You know the drill, niggas ain’t fuckin' with us

On spacebars, you push keys, see there’s a big difference

A deaf man told me, homie, niggas never listen

A project got flows, this shit is just like a tenement

Put it out on the street, like it ain’t pay the rent

Should I stay militant or try to break the glass where the ceiling is?

A catch 22, catching Emmitt Smith, nigga that’s the realest shit

The lines needed, but the hooks is what’s reelin' in

I got it from my aunt when we was fishing

It works for this rap world I’m livin' in

Swimmin' in sin, how can you drown without stepping foot in the water?

Pardon while I part it like a barber makin' cuts, like a coach nigga

See my approach nigga?

Think we close then I’m ghost nigga

Nigga, they jaws dropping, no scissors, paper, I still rock ‘em

The door closed, no car locking

Nigga my flow clean so stop mopping

Drunk with power, go off a bar like we bar hoppin', nigga

I’m from a place where they throw bullets and catch cases

Thirty livin' with moms, playin' a PlayStation

In the basement, my homie ask «When you get famous

What you doin?»

I told him «fucking Sanaa Lathan»

He told me «Homie keep your head up, never let up

Chase dreams, not the cheddar, fuck the setup

Watch these niggas that you should be ahead of

Money ain’t everything, it could make it better»

Keep it in perspective, niggas make records breakin' records

Changin' then they stay reckless

Remember as a shorty lookin' up to the niggas on the radio

Now I’m gettin' older and I’m wonderin' where the hell they go

Step inside the booth, sad truth for the day

Is either you a legend or you fade, nigga

Either you a legend or you fade (or you fade, or you fade…)

When you come from nothing and have nothing

You value everything that you don’t have