The Fine Print (feat. Ill Proceeja)

We stand tall, proceed to bring to ya raw
Read the fine print
We stand tall, proceed to bring to ya raw
Read the fine print
The fine print
Uh
Ill Proceeja
Read the fine print
Uh

First king, Kenneth Mac, sport a fitted cap
First things first, I'm fly like a birds wing, getting stacks
Paint pictures for the listeners to image that
Angels I'm reworking like a diplomat

Working my way around these little cats
I slay, lay more bars than prison camps
I ain't the one to discuss who is the king of rap
I'm too gifted for that, I don't walk twisted paths

Read the fine print, put extra rhythm to tracks
Mind hidden traps, never take twenty minute naps
Write when I can the hear the silence of the little lambs
Work I finish that, stay up until it's a wrap

The authentic pack, you know we deliver that
Traditions continue as I proceed to spit raps
With the Ill Proceeja, not until we need ya
We won't contact you, your input is of no value

TRASE
Elgee
Ill Proceeja
You know
Uh
Read the fine print
Collaboration of raw MC's

Yeah straight out of quarantine, I'm faded like worn-out jeans
Chasing tales, it's human nature, the dog in me
Raven and TRASE we're regulators like Warren G
They stay in ya face, collaboration of raw MC's

Been in this little game of rhyming since I was a kid
Never read any fine prints, just signed up for it
Even tattooed the name, got my body inked
Twenty years later, I'm ashamed that it got to this

Shit is so sad, it makes me hurt within
You can work with your favorite rapper, just take him to Burger King
Can't even blame 'em, a brother has got to eat
Records don't sell anymore, the body is obsolete

Damn right, I'm displaying the art properly
Can't write, if it ain't to hard rocking beat
Set fire to breaks and you're not stopping me and
When I'm rocking it's like radio set, y'all copy me

Ill Proceeja
We stand tall, proceed to give it to ya raw
TRASE
Read the fine print
Elgee
We stand tall, proceed to give it to ya raw
Read the fine print
Uh
You know
We stand tall, proceed to bring it to ya raw
Jay Eazy
Read the fine print
The fine print
Collaboration of raw MC's

Off the meter, get high like Peter
Known to set the tone, because I'ma cult leader
Drink Indian Pale Ale, mostly one liter
Can't compete, I'm dirty, yours is much cleaner

Deliver you that product like a drug dealer
I used to be in too deep, but now I'm much deeper
Never was a fussy eater, so I upgrade
The volt meter, learned to eat, not by occult reason

Explosive, give a second I'ma blow the spot
When I was young I wanted to be a rapper like Tony Scott
Now I am "The Chief" in command and I'ma call the shots
Give me a reason to snap and I'ma fold you up

I rock Polo and up for the both of us
No love, my opponents get crushed like coconuts
Until they open up, I'm on fire like the blunts
I'll be rolling, but y'all need to sober up