Verse 1:
No need for introduction, you hear & you know why
Nose dive into an era where the beats are lo-fi
I put my “face in a book” 'cuz my people are “profiled”
We erased from the books and my people are told lies
Sky’s the limit? Go fly! Cali green? We go high
I mean back in ‘05, already knew I'd grow wise
But surprise, we grow thighs, double dose of broke lies
Til we dove in those sides of losin’ hope it goes by/
I got Bam to my left and Eric on right
Here to give a “New America” like Erykah Wright
Try to take my “title?” never “will” to inherit the “rights”
Yuh - Tacloban City's finest, put me on that 5 list
Color out the lines ‘cuz “I color” like ya iris
Hunger in my eyes, this is everything that I risk
Kill it with my tongue every time I spit a free
But the work is never done and believe I’ll never leave
Hook:
‘Cuz I’m finally here, get your hands in the air
Now the greatest is here, I’ma make this my year
‘Cuz I’m finally here, yeah I’m finally here
Yeah I’m finally here, yeah I’m finally here
Verse 2:
If you call yourself a rapper, talk less, and take notes
We slay “sheep,” respect “GOATS”
We pray, sleep, and next toke
We take beats to flex throat
Finesse steeze to bless those
They say freeze! they test hope
We say peace, but stay woke!
Leave you cats phased to the point I catch praise
Rhymes turn to catchphrase ‘til it starts to cascade
Product of Mac Dre, Wu-Tang, and Kanye
Break beats on beat tapes that break necks
We press play
They say we from the slums where the heroes never won
But my people always sung, brown faces to the suns
Kill the satan wit my tongue, fuck the spinnin’
from the stations, I’m rotating ‘round the sun
The axis my mattress
I pass out and pass this, abstract to masses
Last laugh no practice, back to back raps, Manila Noir, bar for bar,
Homie check the repertoire
Ibarra with the bars, they sub-par while I set the bar!
Repeat hook
