Each one, teach one we free each one Maryland and Cincinatti to the far east son And we just begun to spread the gospel Substantial, Pase Rock, hip hop apostles Far from preachin with this art you call rappin Takin y'all back to before this all happened Frontin hardcore when you barely soft porn Never penetratin the inner to get your heart warm Rock on, at the ridiculous pace Disrepect hip hop and I'll spit in your face These pitiful wastes of oxygen, it's madness Get in your case, and all your shit, like back checks Got my eye on ya, like insanity grabbed ya Y'all seedy packagin, and I can't stand rappin You're bound to get ripped, and then turned into garbage I stay blessin mics, my followers pay homage
(Chorus x2:) Substance, blessin it Yes I am, blessin it UV for life, hell yes we stay blessin it Pase on, blessin it Yes I stay blessin it Five Deez forever you know we stay blessin it
On point like the pens we write with Livin righteous, in these times of peril and crisis The pain'll squeeze you lifeless, dead, what's the matter who's the nicest Who's alive, who's gonna live to see their life Hopefully me, my lifeline a MC Extends past paying dues how much it cost to be free Deep-rooted underground, but on the surface a tree Branchin out, all I ever really wanted to be They want to put us in a box, and then pack it away But we ain't havin that, no pause, no which way Yo I'm goin to the top and that's where I stay Fuck the middle ground, poor, gettin biz while you was sittin down The joint sound hittin now, freestyle'a written down Your flow's played out money you need to get that shit a style Speedy on the quick fast, long term we make it last Forever and a day stay clear on the path cuz yo
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Children of the sun look out here we come Live in Brooklyn, Maryland's where I'm from The beat don't stop, 'til you've had enough Five Deez, UV, connect that's what's up Children of the sun watch out we comin for ya Rockin from the 'natti mid-west to California And it don't stop even when you've had enough Pase and Substantial dude that's what's up Blessin it, effortless Testin this, doubt it Mic specialist son, we have events crowded As nice as you wish you were Good mics are my signature I thought you said this shit is hot It's barely room temperature We scorch it, we torturing cats from Cincinatti to New York And back, word to Pat, don't say jack When we bankrupt your crew from spinnin the wheel of fortune, black We take you there and send you walkin back