| Edo’s the last man standing
|
| Smoke from the cannon made your whole team abandon
|
| Fasten your seatbelt for take off and landing
|
| The game been over cause the lead is too commanding
|
| The smart shit, not to start shit
|
| The whole country riding is getting me car sick
|
| We holding money stacks and gats and shanks is in the closet
|
| Taking money out your socks and wallets
|
| Make bank deposits, haters is sending me love
|
| Shooting flames through my enemy’s mug
|
| Then paint the town red in my enemy’s blood
|
| Smoke the sticky, you envy the bud cause you pretend to be thug, nigga
|
| Don’t drink if you can’t hold your liquor
|
| You ain’t on cause you been In The Basement with Tigga
|
| I flow sicker, throw blows quicker
|
| At shows it shows nigga
|
| Ed O.G., Revolution, off the Richter
|
| «It's Ed O.G.»
|
| «Got the upper hand»
|
| Grab the mic
|
| Broadcast via satellite
|
| I never seen a sadder sight
|
| Than a nigga in the dark trying to get back the light
|
| Like getting your assed kicked without putting up a fight
|
| It’s futuristic as star tech
|
| And chickens wanna cling on/Klingon like Star Trek
|
| Goals are reachable
|
| Nothing is far fetched
|
| No applause we ain’t done yet
|
| 48 bars can get your stars wet
|
| Unless we get the same privileges your favorite stars get
|
| We on line but don’t wait on-line
|
| It’s a sign of the times in the shine of the mind
|
| If you seek you shall find
|
| It’s like the blind leading the blind
|
| Can’t write without alcohol and weed in your rhyme
|
| Start feeding your mind
|
| Before these bullets in your head start bleeding your mind
|
| Yo we can all shine and glisten, don’t let your mind get missing
|
| This is the time to listen, to carry on a fine tradition
|
| In this big rap world, MC’s are mixed in
|
| Coming off the bench, like the sixth man
|
| Now my dreams are fulfilled
|
| But I don’t sell bricks nigga, I use them to build
|
| That’s what my mama instilled so I wouldn’t get killed
|
| Now that the Boston beans are spilled let’s take it to the guild
|
| Fuck rapping
|
| Cause the best things happen
|
| To the people
|
| Who make the best of what happens
|
| Without jaw flapping, scrapping
|
| Not enough soldiers and too many captains
|
| I got a rare gift
|
| Plus I don’t like the judge, C.O. |
| or the bailiff
|
| An ambulance couldn’t get you there swift
|
| Beef with us and you’re bound to need an airlift |