Hip-Hop (Street Mix)

[Kriminul]
For real hip hop niggas..
J.I.G. Mastas..

For days on I hear the same song sayin' nothin new
I'm in the cunt gettin' my blaze on tryin' to stay to I face you
We at the next level you tryin' to find that each and every day
It's gettin hard for you to grasp my speech
The class I teach
Make you cram to understand lyrics so dope
They oughta cut me up in grams touchin' my hand
Before me and my man rushes to jam, crushing y'clan
No time for you to execute your plan next to shoot a man
Or so you say forget the drama causin' rap
You still got news to pay bitches and [???]
Around the way in army fatigues
The way you mislead the public
Frontin' like you rough and rugged, hold up
I ask myself, 'is that mad nice?'
I like the way he grip the mic device, is he worth the price?
Most times I can't see his skills, it's microscopic
Y'all niggas ain't makin music son, ya need to stop it

The J.I.G.'s be droppin' real (Hip-hop!)
Let you know that we only flow to real (Hip-hop!)
It's the norm that we perform rugged (Hip-hop!)
G-thumpin, (Hip-hop!) party jumpin' (Hip-hop!)

I see treasures, beyond the material
Cause the luxuries don't measure up to me
Maybe enough to me
The way I feel this salvation truly divine
When I intertwine like vine
My lyrics to these basslines
Know that, I quest to live big willy
Fuck the phillies, roll up the fonta [?]
And vocally I haunt ya, Kriminul I stick you up
For your mental in a minute while I'm in it
Fill it with lyrics, till it reach the limit
No gimmicks, causes wrath, man it's real and I feel
I'm like Medusa, take one look at me and niggas stand still
The blast still switches be all out for riches and bitches and flies
Witches on broomsticks whenever my toolkits
Consume kid, all walks of life, talks of trife
[???] schemes, we'll put you in the land of permanent dreams

The J.I.G.'s be droppin' real (Hip-hop!)
Let you know that we only flow to real (Hip-hop!)
It's the norm that we perform rugged (Hip-hop!)
G-thumpin, (Hip-hop!) party jumpin' (Hip-hop!)

I do this for niggas true to this
Before haters would use their fists, fuck the foolishness
With blasts that expand just like a uterus
Your hollow team'll get yolked up like Halloween
J.I.G's drop tombs[?] on tracks to make the other seem mediocre
Misrepresent the culture? Never
Sever the heads of competition, sport it like a treasure
Y'all better recognize like familiar family members
What's that? You'se frontin hard but in your heart you know you tender
Slender, the chance of you slidin' by fakin' jacks
East, west, north south son, no matter where you at
Here to strap, it's bound to rock knots like Bon Jovi
Beyond keepin' it real, so motherfuck the foley
Run up on me, get hit with rhymes deep like grave diggers
In rap, we like the EMS: We come and save niggas

The J.I.G.'s be droppin' real (Hip-hop!)
Let you know that we only flow to real (Hip-hop!)
It's the norm that we perform rugged (Hip-hop!)
G-thumpin, (Hip-hop!) party jumpin' (Hip-hop!)