When the lights in the house crash down
With the sound of respect to pride
for east side where the motherfuckers try to slide a ride
And find out that it's the turn of the tides
What?
And keep it real if you feel what the fucking deal is dropped.
Gunshot, that'll stop your motherfucking heart like–
Bitch, motherfucker stay away from me!
Take a hint from this motherfucking symphony.
"Pop pop" is the sound that will make when you drop,
Motherfucking rollin' out, go to bitch jail!
C'mon!
Extended version
You never seen nothing like this before
When the lights in the house crash down
With the sound of respect and pride
For east side
Where the motherfuckers
Try to slide a ride
And find out it's the turn of the tide
So keep it real if you feel what the fucking deal has dropped
Gunshot that will stop your motherfucking heart like
BOOM
When I enter the room
And see the stage start to shake
And quake
I'm gonna motherfucking break this house down
Bring it back to the floor
Fucking begging for more
Till I score like a pedal
Pushing down through the metal
Causing trouble in the treble when the
Bass is racing to a too fast
Motherfucking pace
This is the time
Not their time, our time
Mother fucking time to shine
Like a diamond buried in the shit
Of a prick, legit still picking through
The ashes left by the sick
Unwell hellbent spellbent
Thinking time is well spent
On these raps we all fucking resent
Making what you can't
Like a can of canned plans
Jumbled up
Bundled up
Like a mother fucking camp camp
When the lights in the house crash down
With the sound of respect and pride
For east side
Where the motherfuckers
Try to slide a ride
And find out it's the turn of the tide
So keep it real if you feel what the fucking deal has dropped
Gunshot that will stop your motherfucking heart like
Prepare for the future
A new revolution
It's cool as blue
So called the motherfucking crew like
Hey
Reaching out saving the day
Like a superman
Swoopin in
Taking out who's stooping in
The murder of rap
As an art of fact
Like an artifact
We're all taking back
It's the end of of era
Like a lyrical terror
Being put down
Shook down
Bringing back the talent now
It's time to remember
Who's here to surrender
A motherfucking wave of shit is gonna end here
It's time to strike. It's time to rise
And realize it's the turn of the tide
It's time to strike. It's time to rise
And realize it's the turn of the tide
Bitch motherfucker stay away from me
Take a hit from this motherfucking symphony
Pop pop that's the sound it'll make when you drop
Mother fuckers rolling out
Go to bitch jail
