1st of All

Now first off, Hip Hop lives 'cuz I ain't dead yet
It just looks different depending on your perspective
True M.C.'s exist, but I do see alotta corny niggaz with skinny jeans wearing headsets
And I ain't really trippin' off the message
But I know these niggaz ain't start wearing dresses
What tha fuck is this?
I grew up on shit like Rakim, KRS-One, Ice Cube, Redman
Scarface, 3K, Jay, Nas, Pac, nigga
Biggie Smalls, nigga! Hip-Hop, nigga
I know alotta niggaz feel like me
I love these new cats that write raps like real M.C's
'Cuz they the new breed, that's gotta carry the torch
Through this valley of death, the land of the lost, nigga
My Momma got cancer in her breast
Don't ask me why I'm muthafuckin' stressed
Things done changed

First of all... yo, let's clear the air,
yo, let's get a few things out in the open on front street
Before we move on
Before we move on
Things done changed
Tru & Livin', baby, 777, B.M.T, H-Town
Flowing like, fl-flowing like, yo

First of all before we move on,
The shit you on I coulda bought on Groupon
Real nice for me for me to poop on
I'm Chivas Regal, you Boone's Farm
I chew y'all when soup's on, I eat 'em like a crouton
Without a doubt, I never been tooken out
By a sucker, who couldn't figure out how to bust a rhyme to save his life
I just might run ya jewels, so move from the gate now, muthafucka
The beat is green and blue and yellow, it's anesthesia
The way I breach ya, security team and get in and reach ya
Plus, I got a style that's crooked
Reflecting light through these mirrors of life I now look in
Down through the rabbit hole (Yo)
I grab the mike and whac-a-mole, wack M.C.'s be swingin' like McEnroe
Home of the Astros, cuz I'm a Texan
That writes like Rockets in flight when mic-checking. Peace!

Before we move on
Before we move on
Yo, we be flowing like fluid

Now first and foremost, it's all about the music
And how it sounds when blood, sweat, tears and time is put into it
Some ask me why we still do it, still pursue it
The answer that I give is we be flowing like fluid
First of all, I burst a wall of rhymes on all o' y'all
No bullshit, 'cuz Grizz spit like a waterfall
Secondly, the beat is heavenly, it grabs you by the soul
Takes control of your body, get retarded, lose control
And third, the words captivate the state of your mind
And activates your intellect once you decipher the rhymes
All of that combined's a recipe for self-improvement
Contagious when you hear it, join the movement
And bang it loud as fuck 'til it shake the rafters in your rooftops
'Cuz we live this shit we spit whether we in the booth or not
Together or individual, physical or spiritual
We be the realest, best in show, most original
And the sword that you yield ain't as mighty as my pen
I'm like a clumsy 49'er, quick to drop a gem
And you gon' learn before too long to get your groove on
Now that we have an understanding
You can finally move on