
Date of issue: 13.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
First Step |
The Holy Tri, who else could do it? |
You know it’s only them! |
Back like the rapture, still doing it for the capital |
Worldwide now, we like Earth, Wind & Fire |
Suburb fly sound, but now bout to take the high of |
DC Voltron, Mozart, Beethoven, Bach |
Quotables in the wash, and applause y’all |
Do it for the cap like we over budget |
And overdo it, cause we do it like nobody does it |
A young’n, which y’all like the best-o |
Five mic the Metro, a hand sight, freedom for the ghetto |
We claiming the torch, claiming they wrong |
We came in the door, dropping along till the gimmicks put a stop in the pause |
Let’s say hello to the ending! |
What started you all but your intentions? |
The rhythm was the root of it all |
See you later, it’s never goodbye |
When a spurr comes back in the music, now you know why |
March! |
Wale? |
This is the ship that took the scale |
When you ride up on the empty, almost gotta lift the tail |
A young’n hunger like you’re missing meals, different feels |
Spinnin' wheels, you tryna live your dream till it kills |
Romans get stolen like the feet that still in fail |
No zooming on any human more than you do yourself |
You get the L?! |
Just know, by the end of the day the true did it well |
If not than keep rocking, locking your talking and bang! |
Aim high, cause otherwise you’ll see I love life, bitch |
I push forward,??? |
don’t nobody owe Mike shit |
I do what make more sense and roll with great folks |
That ain’t no glitch, we make pesos and stay focused |
Upon the greater that lay-off for later, that may never come |
Now also get the choke that’s be taken for anyone |
Twart not the rhyme, never stop, knowing them cops won’t come |
But still be March on Washington |
Come on! |
This is what I give ‘em, wisdom over rhythm |
From the District to the prison with??? |
stars as the emblem |
We all get what I came from, they doing now what I been, than |
They doing???, from extra I make an income |
I’m a beast from the East, the product of hard streets |
Hard to eat — smaller the beast, margin larger the teeth |
Man, it’s just the way it go, if I wanna say it so |
Say it knowing ye ain’t posting too high to be layin' low |
Different day, same shit, same script, different play |
This is the way of the world and I’m just tryna fit in place |
And tryna play the part of a mockery to my art |
So anything I do is a part of me from the start |
I’m getting better sleep while these niggas lying awake |
Keep it moving with the troop while niggas lying in place |
Only fill deals on the counter, ain’t for the fakes! |
DMV, we’ll be known as the greatest! |
Keep up with the pace! |
[Scratched |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Streets Won't Let Me Chill | 2009 |
Get in Line | 2009 |
Back 2 Basics | 2009 |
Who I Be | 2009 |
Lost Cause | 2014 |
March On | 2014 |
Purveyors of Truth | 2014 |
March Off | 2014 |
Apart of It All | 2014 |
These Bammas | 2014 |
The Back Up | 2014 |
Say What You Mean | 2014 |
I Mean Business | 2009 |