Can't Stop Won't Stop

Alright kick back relax and let's hit it again
While you go tell your mother father cousin or kin
And your other friends, that don't even have a clue
What this two dude crew is about to do
You know it ain't fools gold this is kryptonite
Super mc's freeze when I hit the mic, right
E-F-F is the A-K-A
I keep it popping like bubble double u R-A-P
And if you don't know by now, then listen up stupid
CSWS came to do it
Got more flavor than you and your crew, kid
So get your hands together if you're ready to lose it and
Bounce to the bounce to the breakneck beat
And like junior senior said to move your feet yo
You bring the ruckus, I'll bring the refreshments
And stay fresh to death like I'm choking on a breath mint
I feel I can fly
I'm on 678 cloud 9
And ain't nothin gonna stop me
Cuz I'm just too mighty and high
Can't nobody get me down

Up and away, lemme get that
Touching ozone with no jetpack
I'm a bag of bones full of helium
Lead foot on the verse, equilibrium
Raps a million, none quotidien
Extraordinaire, next heir to the throne
Like a rising son making rising sums
Up and away with a million thumbs
So self-made you'd think I was asexual
Fresh biggie lemme finish my victuals (bon appetit)
Yeah, time for treats, better get it fast 'fore it melts
in the heat
I'm wrecking on the mic I'm on a mission to ruin
You wanna know how it's done? Then get to doin' as I'm doin'
I'ma sally forth like a stallion, raps komandant
In bold font wordplay savant
I feel I can fly
I'm on 678 cloud 9
And ain't nothin gonna stop me
Cuz I'm just too mighty and high
Can't nobody get me down
Hey naysayers, how y'all been?
It's been a minute but I'm in it to win
And I aint finished this is the starting gun
And Imma run it to the front until i'm number one, son
This is a rhythmic defibrillation
Innovative old school to thrill the nation
I been patiently waiting and building steam
But i'm back with the bounce like a trampoline, Oh please
I feel it bubbling up
it's ten times bigger but it's never enough
Ya gotta get up early or you'll miss the call
So let me show all of y'all whats in my crystal ball
I sized up the prize eyes on the opportunity
My mind on my money and my roots in the community
So get your beauty sleep creativity coma
My future's so bright I'm getting melanoma
I feel I can fly
I'm on 678 cloud 9
And ain't nothin gonna stop me
Cuz I'm just too mighty and high
Fresh big, how you feelin?
David eff, man, I'm on top
I can't believe they're hearing this
From the rooftop of hip hop
Fresh big, how you feeling?
David eff, man, I'm on top
I can't believe they're feelin this
From the rooftop of hip hop
Can't nobody get me down



Credits
Writer(s): Howard Mcleod
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