2 Crazy

Yeah. We back in the building. It's them Try-City boys with the UV click. Let's go champ
Look

They say Rock you always be on that rapidity rap stuff
None of us listen to lyrics no more you got it backwards
Backwood behind my ear, looking at the atmosphere
Solb cap to go ontop my nappy hair
You wanna know what I think. I think most of these rappers retarded
Not my business. I just focus on the target
I ain't go to Harvard but there's always a market for a dope artist
Whether or not I get rewarded is trivial. I'm a monster
I been constantly stressing about what I'm gone do next
Bills still piling. Hustle activated. Yes
I got so much more to do. I ain't even met Oprah yet
I got plenty gas in my motor left. When I go I'm goin out with no regrets
I leveled up. I've been reborn with the hatred of a woman scorn, attempts upon my life and pressures of being torn between being Rock, or being right, molded me through the strife. My flow cut through you like a knife

I think it's time to let a lot of you know
That we the livest. We be whiling for a shot at our goals
Around the City we be litty but a lot of them know
That yall boys ain't touching the flow. No
So much heart that it couldn't be natural cuz my brothers all ready to go
I heard somebody say DC ain't lyrical so you know had to come and let em know
Aye that's too Crazy
Aye what you mean? Aye that's too crazy
You got us messed. Aye thats's too crazy
Yeah yeah yeah UV. That's too crazy
We had to come let em know that that's too crazy

I be coming with that meticulous, scientific, poetic relevance
I'm syked and anxious
I go in, like I'm supposed
This shit so easy, i could write flows with my toes
No monkey around like Rafiki
I got the power. Watch my fist glow
Like Danny Ranners, Daniel San from UV
Got a lot of AKA's. I know your girl heard about me
Freestyle for her, then she on me
I'm twisting up
I'm writing with beats knowing
That I'm not perfect but got the substinance that you need
Aye. My ambition for music is to here mine blasting through the streets
Bring joy to the greats
And the ones who never
Made it out the Record store crates
Dreams of mustard seeds. Making moves my G
Like a UHAUL giving my all
Nonchalant when I'm not worked up
Mad cool in the cut like stealth
My section about, this language that comes out of my mouth
Communicated in the cyph. I'm nice
Precise on the edge like a ninja's knife
I feel intoxicated when I flow
Even though I might be
That just confesses that I'm dope with whatever I speak
Upon the masses of listeners, I glisten like a coin fresh out the mint machine you feel me

Listen, my money gone be long as a limousine. Ya feel me
As long as I keep spitting on these tracks giving the real me
I exhale. The jay look like a chimney
And I got Daniel San with me and we coming for ya treasure
I ain't kidding come on
As the moments go on, I feel like my soul is growing so I'm a soldier alone
And if i got the homie with me than we something like Capone
And Noreaga. We got flavor. Too much for you to handle
Lampin in the stu. I turn into an animal
2pac proud of me, because I keep it real on every verse I read
I can not do no more shows for the curtesy
UV I got you in Emergency
Don't you love it when a plan comes together so urgently
You got a sense of humor if you think you working me
I'll give you 10 times the pain if you think you hurting me
Baby baby