Go hard or go home! | Go hard or go home! | Go hard or go home! | Go hard or go home!
Ok, Around the way, they say that boy cold with the written shit | So cold man his tongue froze spittin’ it | Everybody wanna know “is he getting’ it?” | But the only way he know is to live this shit | Years ago really, who would’ve dreamt of it? | Overseas doing shows really killin’ it | Young boy dreaming about the car dealership | A bunch of hoes that want life-long memberships | This is the realest shit, you gotta feel this shit | Been blessed all because of the penmanship | Get dressed, do beats with due diligence | Can’t rest until the whole world hear ‘em spit | You can hear he put blood, sweat, and tears in this | So every year you hear ‘em, is the year of Print | It sound mean, but dog I don’t wanna hear ya shit | My minds a machine, sometimes you can hear it click | Who got the biggest click? I could give a shit | I roll so heavy solo you can probably feel my steps | I test mics but the rhyme’s no experiment | It’s proven through trial and error plus experience | Rappers in they bag looking for the biggest trick | But even in the smallest things he can hear a hit | Isolate the main part where the spirit is | Then magnify it in size until it’s a hit | I put things in places where they shouldn’t fit | I put drinks in my body that you shouldn’t mix | I ride a mountain bike and run through a slew of chicks | It’s no fucking question if I really do this shit | Bitch, I live where the yen and yang intersect | My perfect day is to make a beat then have sex | Then laugh with the fellas and a can of Pabst | Kissin’ the sky like my man Jimi Hendrix did | Fuck what you’re interest is, and what got you into this | The rhyme is the only thing that matter to a lyricist | There’s no way that I can keep going in like this | Because the good die young like Dilla did | My progression never ends, so I can never rest | Every rhyme is like climbing Mount Everest | Every beat is like running up stair steps | Except I don’t celebrate when I reach the crest | My entire mind-state is to be the best | Not the hot new trend that you think is fresh | I don’t care which path is the friendliest | I’mma take the one that got no trace of human steps | I’mma tear rap down then rebuild the shit | With total disregard to if the pieces even fit | Reintroduce it to you with an unfamiliar twist | Make it feel new to you like fucking a different bitch