Turn it out
I bring the reconciliation
No time for your false accusation
I bring da riddims
1,2
1,2,3,4, Six
I bury deep down in the mix
I don’t pause, I told you one time I don’t stop
Except I need a break from the be-bop
Making riddims in my sleep when I wake up to dream
I watched a fascinating basketball team
I played for one myself and gave it all that I had
Yet, I believe that someone just got incredibly mad
Not like the peeps that are not down to play
Reverb, longer vibes, and delay
Watching the drones navigating the air
I kept control and got up from my chair
I did some activities that were not nice,
Like doing more sport than you could roll the dice
Never quitting, speaking forwards in my place
Using every ounce of the ace
Making it bounce, checking incredible speed
Not sitting down with a pint of mead
Going slowly, going at the end
Making intricate patterns that weave and bend
Cold maxin’ and relaxin’ when I’m in a place
Colder beer, no fear, setting drink on lace
I’m being quick, and being flexible
My numbers should never be hex-able
I’m always thinking, rapping, drinking and keeping it real
Six for four, now that’s a number one deal
This is what it’s like, representing the real
This is how it feels with no bubble in your heel
A lady descended, like a set of stairs
Defended, ascended, selling your street wares
This is occurring on a regular patch
Keep yours, get mine, just catch a match
Putting people aside, like a rhinoceros
Painting pictures without leeches, with minimum fuss
Masking the intelligence, like a nest of bears
The tyrannical power just never cares
Subduing the power of the population
Intensifying constant frustration
Making men of the hour, swinging tower to tower
Pounding every hour, like making bread with flour
Shaking your mind, you forget how to talk
Busting lyrics and nuts, you’re having mint from the stalk
You have forgotten your name, yet I know you’re ashamed
Because in ten minutes flat, you are in the main frame
Reports and stats, making rhymes like they're strats
Getting back to the game, finding so much fame
Turn it out
I bring the reconciliation
have no time for your false accusation
I bring da riddims
1,2
1,2,3,4, Six
I bury deep down in the mix
I don’t pause, I told you one time I don’t stop
Except I need a break from the be-bop
