Intro: I got to get it out the gate, like I ain't got no other choice. If you really down to roll, I'm just trying to get the Royce. I've heard it all before, so just tell me what you saying. In my own league man, and I ain't even playing. Verse One: Sip a cup of Guinness, life is just a hand of Baccarat. Survival of the fittest man, welcome to my habitat. Eat it like a snack, I kill the track and then I hand it back. I need about a stack, and a black hat to match the Cadillac. Fire like a furnace, bet the nerds ain't matching that.  Feed it to the burners, that's my talent man, imagine that. Never been a banger, chose rather just to master rap. But if you want to tango, i'll just have to pull the hammer back. Aiming at the wack, this mad rapper ain't having that. Mad hatter rap man, I had to rap immaculate. Cut the lights and light the mic, its something like a Rasta life. Spit it like a vet, I bet ya dread it like a Rasta might. Riding with yo clique, dick riders gonna ride tonight. Cut the fake, and cut the snakes, then tell me what ya roster like. Verse Two: My lines so strong, coke heads want to sniff it. My rhymes so strong I brake bands when I spit it. Keep it deep, Atlantic? Nah, better be pacific. Cuz I'm cutting out the racket, brake the legs up off you crickets. Don't flaunt it, if you got it, cuz imma cop a new choppa. This is boom shakalaka, with just a touch of Nirvana. Got me watching all you mother fuckers, blocka, blocka, blocka. Just like the Magna Carta, all I want is a Picasso. Got my rising to the top, I'll never fall like I'm Mufasa. You wit it? Let me feel the vibe. You get it, when you kill the rhyme. If homie ain't with it, then we convict him of killing time. Any mini miny moe. Catch a rapper biting flows. If he wack, then let him know. Cock it back and let it blow. Outro: I got to get it out the gate, like I ain't got no other choice. If you really down to roll, I'm just trying to get the Royce. I've heard it all before, so just tell me what you saying. In my own league man, and I ain't even playing.

Intro: Walking through these streets, can't sleep I need the ambiance.  A city full of dreamers and a hand full of ambiens.  They can't handle it. That's why they puff the cannabis.  They stressed out. To afraid of being left out Verse One: Everybody wanna rap like there's only one mic.  Never showing love and the first one to fight.  Blinded by your ignorance and swinging for the fence.  Try to turn the other cheek but his neck to tense.  Just a fucking nuisance tryna make new cents.  But ain't nobody listen when you only got two cents.  They don't want the truth.  They just rigging up the booth.  Got these crooked police at your neck like a noose.  I been real for so long, I think I need to cut it.  About to get the ball like them boys about to punt it.  They ain't wanna kick it though.  Passed so I picked the hoe. Slam it through the post left em hanging like a mistletoe.  Jimmy Graham slam yet again let me give it to em.  Aiming for the fans grand slam, let me hit it to em. I ain't a fucking fan of you.  I'll eat you like a cannibal.  Hit em with the phantom I can't I'm a damn animal.  Hook: Will I. Spread my wings. Catch wind and take flight.  Will I. See greatness, or fizzle out and die.  Will I. Climb higher till I make it too the summit.  Will I. Give it up, watch him jump as he plummets. Verse Two: You ever looked into the eyes of a man without a soul.  Or stepped toe to toe with the devil in the cold.  Well I been to the bottom let me tell you what I seen.  A bunch of lost boys who lost touch of their dreams.  So they sit in the corner of a dark crying.  Rumors of his death got them praying that they lying.  They told me that I would never be anything.  Shooting down my dreams cut me down like a evergreen.  Now they actin cool like they was cool with me before.  I strain to hear the difference got my ears feeling sore.  Tired of the bull, I take a step to the door.  With my head to the floor couldn't take it anymore.  So I broke it down shook it up, and rearranged the pieces.  Put it back together as I smoothed out the creases.  Cuz you ain't got the product  And you ain't got the knowledge.  Just a Facebook philosopher another false profit. Hook: Will I. Spread my wings. Catch wind and take flight.  Will I. See greatness, or fizzle out and die.  Will I. Climb higher till I make it too the summit.  Will I. Give it up, watch him jump as he plummets. Verse Three: I just can't stand the propaganda being passed by Uncle Sam and all his cattle that he handles with a pitchfork and a hammer that he hammers in the court. Cuz he can't stand the thought, of a man with a thought. Or a man with a heart. Or a man with a plan that doesn't match the mans. It's all fucked up but you gotta understand.  You gotta stick it to the man, every chance that you have.  Just a bunch of bullies with some power.  Take advantage if the poor like a coward.  Pay attention to ya crew gotta push through the Judas. Gotta keep a small group, now let me show you how to do this. Illuminati rumors got a few afraid to do it.  Cuz the nail that sticks out gets hammered by the Judas.  Rat you out smack you up and feed you to the fishes.  Everybody wanna eat, but they don't ever do the dishes.  But never mind them, keep that fire in ya heart.  Focus on ya self and keep it honest from the start.  Don't let em put you in that room dog keep fighting.  For you find yourself sitting in the same corner crying.  Cuz ain't nobody got it like I got when I'm popping off the knowledge, Ain't no drama just acknowledge that I'm rocking.  No I'm rotten.. This TheRott. . Welcome to my world you now rocking with TheRott.

Hook: They don't know. They don't know, I said that. They don't know. They don't know, no. They don't know, why. They don't know, why. They don't know, why. They don't know, why. Verse: One time for the mad rapper. One time for the fake trapper. Talk about a track record, I'm about to lap em. Round of applause, I don't really want to clap em. He think he about to blow, but he don't really know that. New school, but the bars stay throwback. I ain't saying that I'm better than the old. All I'm really saying is that I'm coming for the gold. Don't tell me what you think boy, tell me what you know. Words so bold when it hit em like, whoa. Whoa, hit em like whoa. Coming with the heat, but the flow stay cold. Chill mother fucker, real mother fucker. Coming through yo ville, never kill. Tryna heal mother fucker. Man they need to let me in, but the all cliqued up. They ain't got the flame, need to get biced up. Hook: They don't know. They don't know, I said that. They don't know. They don't know, no. They don't know, why. They don't know, why. They don't know, why. They don't know, why. Verse Two: Now ya wonder what ya did wrong sleeping on a futon. Waking up to mom in the kitchen cutting coupons. Pondering, how she gone make it through the month off of $55 and a hand full of blunts. This ain't what you want man, this ain't what you want. So you hustle hustle hustle just to make it through the month. Too tired like a crotch rocket man I'm exhausted. Money in my pocket, man I damn near lost it. Life is a game, and I ain't on the roster. Life of pain turn my ass into a monster. Hunger in my soul. Grind on my mind. Let my mind go, like I'm running out of time. Tell me what you want kid. Tell me how feel. Tell me what's the deal, is it really really real. Tell me what you want kid. Tell me how feel. Tell me what's the deal, is it really really real. Hook: They don't know. They don't know, I said that. They don't know. They don't know, no. They don't know, why. They don't know, why. They don't know, why. They don't know, why.

Hook: Tell if you riding. Tell me if you got it.  Everybody wanna know.  Tell me if you riding, everybody riding.  Everybody lying. Noooo, no.  Tell if you riding. Tell me if you got it.  Everybody wanna know.  Tell me if you riding, everybody riding.  Everybody lying. Noooo, no.  Verse One: His mind begins to twirl as he's looking out the window.  Taking on the world but really will he win though.  He writes another lyric.  He writes another tune.  I swear you can you hear it when you looking at the moon. Walking through the streets can't sleep I need the ambiance.  A city full of dreamers and a hand full of ambiens.  They can't handle it. That's why they puff the cannabis.  They stressed out. To afraid of being left out. Pushing through the grind.  Moving to the beat.  Look into my mind.  Tell me what you see. Write another rhyme.  Looking to my feet.  I'm running out of time.  This life ain't free.  I been going to hard let me slow down.  Mind about to blow let it go now.  Get another drink. Let it pour now.  About order me a bottle let it go around.  Bridge: I been going to hard let me slow down.  Mind about to blow let it go now.  Get another drink. Let it pour now.  About order me a bottle let it go around.  Verse Two: I'm running out of time I need to find my motivation.  Legs filled with lead, and my head hesitation.  I'm tryna find my place.  I'm tryna find my grace.  It all comes easy, man you know that ain't the case.  Had a slice of the American pie, but I ain't like the taste.  So I, smash the plate. They teasing me.  What the hell are they feeding me? These lies. Agenda. This propaganda blender.  This junk mail life that I can't return to sender.  If perception is subjective, and perception is reality. Reality's subjective. So to heck with what you telling me. Sea to shining sea, got them rearranging history. Allergic to the bull, I think I need a antihistamine. This mouth is a weapon, Smith and Wesson when you repping. So you better learn yo lesson when you stressing your message. Speak it through the speakers, let you speak it to the masses. Speaking to the meek, you need your third eye classes. Bridge: I been going to hard let me slow down.  Mind about to blow let it go now.  Get another drink. Let it pour now.  About order me a bottle let it go around.  I been going to hard let me slow down.  Mind about to blow let it go now.  Get another drink. Let it pour now.  About order me a bottle let it go around. 

Bridge: Oh no, oh no, oh noooo. Oh no, oh no, oh noooo. Oh no, oh no, oh noooo. Oh no, oh no, oh noooo. Hook: I'm falling. I'm falling down. I'm falling. I'm falling down. I'm falling. I'm falling down. I'm falling. I'm falling down. Now I once new a boy who grew up in the street. See his momma was a addict, because she couldn't take the heat. Friends with defeat because her mind was too weak. Mad at the world, so the boy gets beat. See he wasn't in the wrong, just in the wrong place. A life full of struggle, so the hits were just a taste. Of a life he had to live. A strike with no give. A pull of the hair, black eye, bruised rib. It took it to the streets, just to try to get away. He found a ball and a hoop, this is where he starts to play. Forgets about it all in the bliss of a game. See he's in his own world, cuz he life ain't the same as he dreams of. Broken world that he seams up. He dreams big but never beams up. In it neck deep, no feet, now the dreams up. Now the dreams up. Swimming up the river, but the currents too strong. A shot to the liver, concurrent to the wrong. A future not probable, potential only stoppable. Dreams he won't achieve, see his dreams ain't copable. Cursed from his birth, another unplanned baby. Trying to find some worth in a world so shady. Takes a walk home, as it gets a little late. Street light flickers as he hops another gate. Steps to the door as he starts to leave the zone. Another lost boy, afraid of his own home. Hook: I'm falling. I'm falling down. I'm falling. I'm falling down. I'm falling. I'm falling down. I'm falling. I'm falling down. Bridge: Oh no, oh no, oh noooo. Oh no, oh no, oh noooo. Oh no, oh no, oh noooo. Oh no, oh no, oh noooo. Hook: I'm falling. I'm falling down. I'm falling. I'm falling down. I'm falling. I'm falling down. I'm falling. I'm falling down. Verse Two: Now his mommas passed out and there's holes in the wall. Laying on the floor, results of the alcohol. Pitch black darkness, the flash of a T.V. His mind will mark this, never will it be me. A man he doesn't know, snoozing on the couch. Another boyfriend, see his father left town. The ordinary life of a broken household. Coordinated strikes, this house been cold. He lays in the bed as he hears every squeak. There's water on his head, see the roofs got a leak. Pulling up the sheets, uncovering his feet. So he gets his ass up and he sits in a seat. His head starts to bob with the stereo blasting. Instrumentals do the job, never needs a caption. Lost in the world, until he made up his own. His eyes start to close, his back in the zone. Hook: I'm falling. I'm falling down. I'm falling. I'm falling down. I'm falling. I'm falling down. I'm falling. I'm falling down. Bridge: Oh no, oh no, oh noooo. Oh no, oh no, oh noooo. Oh no, oh no, oh noooo. Oh no, oh no, oh noooo.

Hook: I really tried to tell em dog. But they ain't listening. I spit it in their face dog. But they ain't listening. It's really just a taste dog. But they ain't listening. I really can't wait dog. But they ain't listening. I really tried to tell em dog. But they ain't listening. I spit it in their face dog. But they ain't listening. It's really just a taste dog. But they ain't listening. I really can't wait dog. Ayo, listen up. Verse: I really can't wait dog, I'm back on the scene. Outkast of my city, so fresh so clean. I'm back up in this bitch, back up, back up in this bitch. And you try to hold me back, you getting smacked up in this bitch. Bigger than Biggie Smalls draws. Dropping jaws like I was meant to never fall off. Catch em with a sawed off. Hit em with a raw paw. Break his glass jaw dog. Spit these bars from my balls. Rotten like a dead dog. Better keep ya tongue calm when you calling Rott dog. He don't really play dog, so watch what you play dog. I don't really play dog, get it every day dog. Word play AK semi with the safe off. I just want to live and give more than I take. Man I been a lot of things, but I never been fake. Reaching for my fate, cuz I just can't wait dog. Dissipate the hate and regulate like Nate Dog. Hook: I really tried to tell em dog. But they ain't listening. I spit it in their face dog. But they ain't listening. It's really just a taste dog. But they ain't listening. I really can't wait dog. But they ain't listening. I really tried to tell em dog. But they ain't listening. I spit it in their face dog. But they ain't listening. It's really just a taste dog. But they ain't listening. I really can't wait dog. Ayo, listen up. Verse Two: (The Inspektor) I really tried to tell them but naw they ain't listening. Really try to teach em but I'll have to expel them. Respect me they missing it. Chef with a speech that can wreck so I kitchen it. Correct me I'm flicking ya off. Spitting hot sauce they can't stop dipping it. Let the gun pop off. Its a metaphor for my tongue having fun taking tops off. Leave ya brain numb well dog ya shoulda listened then. Now the people searching all confused like itching ya face it's a case closed. Body in the ocean waves rippling. Shotty leave ya sloppy with ya frame repositioning. Leave ya curt Cobained the barrel stay sizzling. Gun push ya body fat like the michilin. Tire man let the iron crack til I'm tired man. Make ya Scream hitting high notes like Mariah can. Empty the clip then I'll go samurai ya man. Slash slash slash I'm leaving roses. Bother me no I'm spitting flows and constantly blowing fire man. I'm the man that can fire men. I inspire plans for the type of violent man pushing violence man. Silence of the lambs flow. Driving round the city in a shitty ass car no lambo. But I'm packing heat like Rambo. Life full of crime its a sign that ya mufuckas might wanna listen.

Hook: My style been dope. My lines been dope. My beats been dope. My rhymes been dope. My sound been dope. My style been dope. My flow been dope. Man ya know it's been dope. My style been dope. My lines been dope. My beats been dope. My rhymes been dope. My sound been dope. My style been dope. My flow been dope. Man ya know it's been dope. Verse One: Now as I walk through the valley, of the shadow of death. I take a look at all these rappers, god damn I'm blessed. I ain't ever been fake, I ain't ever been lame. I ain't ever had a corny rhyme come into my brain. Talk about change, what you doing with the pen though? Talk about violence, how ya pop another benzo? Talk about the mula, but we knew the man been broke. Killed his own brother now the karma coming ten fold. Put a man in check, no respect for his kinfolk. Want to make a difference, pay attention to ya pen stroke. Man I swear to god it's like they know the man about to blow. Keep it on the low, like that boy selling coke. Man the underground, feel the ground shake as I run around. 808 quake, break beat make ya turn around. Screaming fuck a feature I'm the leader, you a sucker now. Breaking at ya feet, nice to meet ya. I'm the underground. Hook: My style been dope. My lines been dope. My beats been dope. My rhymes been dope. My sound been dope. My style been dope. My flow been dope. Man ya know it's been dope. My style been dope. My lines been dope. My beats been dope. My rhymes been dope. My sound been dope. My style been dope. My flow been dope. Man ya know it's been dope. Verse Two: From beginning to the end I like to bump it like a fender. But I guess it just depends on what you fellas like to listen to. Listen to my sentences. They took it in as ignorance. They pinning us with insolence and labeled us the menaces. Comprehend the differences. Guess I'll play the nemesis, the bad guy. Well rather that then the sad guy. At least I got my balls dog, I'll never be that guy. To sell his soul. Riches, fame, and the gold. Mind on his money, so he had to let it go. See, you loose sight of mind when your focused on the dough. I'm on another level. You ain't ever see me settle. Keep your head on a bevel when your dealing with devil. You can have that. That's like playing with a gat. Russian roulette every time you spit a track. That's the death of you. Smiling people put a hex on you. And make your walk steeper, until the reaper take the breath from, and take you in. Pay the price for your sins. You didn't see it then, but your paying in the end. See ya boy so cold, got you praying for some summer. This is groundhog day, they just waiting for my come up. Potential fulfilling is a beautiful feeling. When I'm killing every beat in the booth like a villain. I have em on they feet when the beats start peeling. From the heat that I'm spitting. Leave em sweet like a filling. That bullshits for the birds. That's why they tweetin. Twiiter got a figure think he bigger when he beefing. Itching like chigger just to bust a figure teeth. Pounce like tiger, take a seat, now the beef end. We in, going straight off the deep end. Got ya mind thinkin. We can. Get it to the weekend. Make ya knees weaken. We can. Let's get it in to the weekend. Hook: My style been dope. My lines been dope. My beats been dope. My rhymes been dope. My sound been dope. My style been dope. My flow been dope. Man ya know it's been dope. My style been dope. My lines been dope. My beats been dope. My rhymes been dope. My sound been dope. My style been dope. My flow been dope. Man ya know it's been dope.

Verse One: On one side is rage, the other side serenity. Flip another page in my mind, a book of memories. Dreaming of a stage, spit the rhymes like a felony. They screaming out my name, like its my time, tell it G. Start to feel the rage as its back to reality. Sitting in a cage, and dreams are what they're selling me. A big dream feen, no cream too expensive. A dollar and a dream, no dollar, so he rents it. 50 cents all he has, get rich or die trying. Paying for his past, he's just stitching up the lining. Try to make the best of what he's got, but it's hard Devil in the back got em looking up to god. See these rich people don't give a damn about the poor. Look out for yourself. Cuz they'll take what's yours. Everything in sight. Rip you down to the core. Till there ain't nothing left. When it rains, it pours. So tell me what it is that makes the world go round. Tell me what it is that makes ya heartbeat pound. Tell me what it is that makes the world go round. Tell me what it is that makes ya heartbeat pound. Hook: Tell me what it is that makes the world go round. Tell me what it is that makes ya heartbeat pound. Tell me what it is that makes the world go round. Tell me what it is that makes ya heartbeat pound. Tell me what it is that makes the world go round. Tell me what it is that makes ya heartbeat pound. Verse Two: Man I want some respect man. I need a little power. A chef to cook pasta and a casa with a tower. A big ass yard with a pool in the back. And a black fitted cap with a jacket to match. 4 or 5 cars that I drive every day. And a room with a theater and Xbox to play. I need granite counter tops and marble floors. Like 30 ft. ceilings and tall wooden door. I need a bag full of money and a honey just to carry it. Snow bunny mugging cuz we staying at the Marriott. Ready for the war like I'm standing in a chariot. Power of the lord dog, what the fuck you starring at.  I don't give a damn about ya standards.  I ain't hoping on the train like I'm a bandit.  See we walking in with hoodies and a big ass wristwatch.  I don't rock Jay's I rock socks with flip flops. We ghetto. Verse Three: I give a fuck about the money. Give a duck about the fame. Give a fuck about the honeys. Give a fuck about the game. I just want a couple kids and a wife that'll love me. A mom and dad who care, I don't care if they bug me. It's all about the love man, it's all about the love. If you don't understand that then you probably need a hug. I never believed in karma. Till she slapped me in the face. Gave me four years of pain with my soul in a cage.  With my soul in a cage. Gave me four years of pain with my soul in a cage. So tell me what it is that makes the world go round. Tell me what it is that makes ya heartbeat pound. Tell me what it is that makes the world go round. Tell me what it is that makes ya heartbeat pound Hook: Tell me what it is that makes the world go round. Tell me what it is that makes ya heartbeat pound. Tell me what it is that makes the world go round. Tell me what it is that makes ya heartbeat pound. Tell me what it is that makes the world go round. Tell me what it is that makes ya heartbeat pound.

Verse One: You see my whole life has been a buildup. But now I'm leaking. Overflow of thoughts, I take a jump into the deep end. A lot on my mind, but you hardly catch me speaking. I'm not hard to find, living life on the steep end. I listened and I learned, analyzing every action. From the preacher and his word, to the man who be packing. Studied every action and figured what they lacking. Put it all together, got a plan to get my stacks in. I grew up on that gritty side, that witty side. Where we ride till we die cuz we like to ride suicide. Dreaming of the cream as we hustle in the jungle. If you ain't know, let it go, and stay humble. If you ain't see, let it be, no bumble. You don't know me and you don't know what I come for. Looking to the lord praying I don't ever stumble. This is a quite storm, now listen to that rumble. Hook: Pushing through the rain, we ain't gonna stop. Make my own lane, been through a lot. Pushing through the pain, we ain't gonna stop. Stay ahead of the game, headed to the top. Pushing through the rain, we ain't gonna stop. Make my own lane, been through a lot. Pushing through the pain, we ain't gonna stop. Stay ahead of the game, headed to the top. Verse Two: Man I been through the worse, so what the hell am I afraid of. Why am I holding back, when my slacks been frayed off. All the days I played off, this world that I maid up. My body dead weight, when my soul tryna take off. World so heavy, got the weight on my back. Sweat my ass off like the devil in my pack. Backpack ain't got a strap so I'm leaning. Balance on the point, loose control of ya breathing. Drop to my knees as I hyperventilate. On my knees as I plead for my mind to stay awake. Hands to my face pulling back the layers of fake. As you try to keep pace. How much can you take yo? Pushing through the bullshit, ya covered in the residue. Peer pressure taking over, pedestal affecting you. Begging to be mentioned, lets find out what ya credit do. Desperate for attention and begging like a peasant do. Hook: Pushing through the rain, we ain't gonna stop. Make my own lane, been through a lot. Pushing through the pain, we ain't gonna stop. Stay ahead of the game, headed to the top. Pushing through the rain, we ain't gonna stop. Make my own lane, been through a lot. Pushing through the pain, we ain't gonna stop. Stay ahead of the game, headed to the top. Verse Three: Just a young little peasant with dreams of a boss. This life ain't pleasant when you talk about cost. Forget about the price and get the hell up out my way. While you sit playing life, I don't really play. A man with a vision, better listen when I'm spitting. From a freestyle session, to the shit that I've written. I'm tired of being poor man, it hurt me to the core man. I ain't no fucking door man, I'm walking through the door man. Working every day probably never be rich. Make it just to pay it, ain't that bout a bitch. I'm tired of generic, I'm tired of the cheap. I'm tired of this wic, working hard every week. Taking on the nonsense, never feeling progress. American dream feeling more like the Loch Ness, a myth. Hook: Pushing through the rain, we ain't gonna stop. Make my own lane, been through a lot. Pushing through the pain, we ain't gonna stop. Stay ahead of the game, headed to the top. Pushing through the rain, we ain't gonna stop. Make my own lane, been through a lot. Pushing through the pain, we ain't gonna stop. Stay ahead of the game, headed to the top.