Respect
I kick a style like what's a style to me
I kick a style like what's a style to me
I kick a style like what's a style to me
I kick a style like what's a style to me
You think you got it but your flow is sounding wild to me
Ugh
I kick a style like what's a style to me
Indy Heat Records dot com
That's a gallery
Of excellence
Never hesitant
Peep the resume
Keen Eyes
Free styles
You got
To own the moment
You got to own the moment
You got to own the moment
Ya
Imma fine comb it
Imma off the dome it
You got to own the moment
You got to own the moment
You got to own the moment
Ya
Cats paralyzed; they can't compete with me
I do this shit so damn easily
Do this shit without a pen and pad
Imma veteren
Feeling like I'm better than the best of em
Ugh ugh ugh
For too long I been on this shit man
Since kicking cans and kickstands
You know that
Get ya camera ya
It's a Kodak
Moment when I own it
Way too close to the MF sun to be touching it
Ya I feel the pressure every time and I'm crushing it
You thinking you the shit I royal flush tom-fuckery
It's troubling
And the pot just started bubbling
Your entire empire is crumbling
Right before your eyes while you stumbling
Feeling like a rose to these bumblebees
I rose up and I done some things
Keen Eyes
Free styles
You got
To own the moment
You got to own the moment
You got to own the moment
Ya
Imma fine comb it
Imma off the dome it
You got to own the moment
You got to own the moment
You got to own the moment
Ya
Missing date night just to work a late night
And I keep it so fly as I take to the skies
Spread my wings like her legs when I slide
Through you know the truest dude is right before your eyes
And I spit hot shit like a dragon's poop
Assembliing the forces and sending in the troops
Tonight we might die men
Let's get fucked up
And to my brothers from the other mother's
Don't wait up I'm over here on the Pharcyde of life with a beat machine
You know me man I do my thing
And I rock that rhythm till the rhythm gets rocked
And I gave your girl a gift
Its a nice big hug
You think you got it but your flow is sounding wild to me
Ugh
I kick a style like what's a style to me
Indy Heat Records dot com
That's a gallery
Of excellence
Never hesitant
Peep the resume
Keen Eyes
Free styles
You got
To own the moment
You got to own the moment
You got to own the moment
Ya
Imma fine comb it
Imma off the dome it
You got to own the moment
You got to own the moment
You got to own the moment
Ya
I kick a style like what's a style to me
I kick a style like what's a style to me
I kick a style like what's a style to me
You think you got it but your flow is sounding wild to me
Ugh
I kick a style like what's a style to me
Indy Heat Records dot com
That's a gallery
Of excellence
Never hesitant
Peep the resume
Keen Eyes
Free styles
You got
To own the moment
You got to own the moment
You got to own the moment
Ya
Imma fine comb it
Imma off the dome it
You got to own the moment
You got to own the moment
You got to own the moment
Ya
Cats paralyzed; they can't compete with me
I do this shit so damn easily
Do this shit without a pen and pad
Imma veteren
Feeling like I'm better than the best of em
Ugh ugh ugh
For too long I been on this shit man
Since kicking cans and kickstands
You know that
Get ya camera ya
It's a Kodak
Moment when I own it
Way too close to the MF sun to be touching it
Ya I feel the pressure every time and I'm crushing it
You thinking you the shit I royal flush tom-fuckery
It's troubling
And the pot just started bubbling
Your entire empire is crumbling
Right before your eyes while you stumbling
Feeling like a rose to these bumblebees
I rose up and I done some things
Keen Eyes
Free styles
You got
To own the moment
You got to own the moment
You got to own the moment
Ya
Imma fine comb it
Imma off the dome it
You got to own the moment
You got to own the moment
You got to own the moment
Ya
Missing date night just to work a late night
And I keep it so fly as I take to the skies
Spread my wings like her legs when I slide
Through you know the truest dude is right before your eyes
And I spit hot shit like a dragon's poop
Assembliing the forces and sending in the troops
Tonight we might die men
Let's get fucked up
And to my brothers from the other mother's
Don't wait up I'm over here on the Pharcyde of life with a beat machine
You know me man I do my thing
And I rock that rhythm till the rhythm gets rocked
And I gave your girl a gift
Its a nice big hug
You think you got it but your flow is sounding wild to me
Ugh
I kick a style like what's a style to me
Indy Heat Records dot com
That's a gallery
Of excellence
Never hesitant
Peep the resume
Keen Eyes
Free styles
You got
To own the moment
You got to own the moment
You got to own the moment
Ya
Imma fine comb it
Imma off the dome it
You got to own the moment
You got to own the moment
You got to own the moment
Ya
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Writer(s): Jonathan Paulson
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