T.S.T.S

[Intro: Teddy Riley, Chauncey "Black" Hannibal]
Soup's ready
Sure it's ready?
I know it's ready
Is the soup hot? Too hot
'Cause we got control
Control of ourselves as entrepreneurs
Right
So we gotta get the cash, gotta get the...

[Verse]
Yeah, I make music for
Cool dudes and cool chicks, talk about true shit
All of my crew sick, they’re jockin' our movements
I’m rockin' these booze knits and watchin' the Aussie Open
Still on my own buzz, I’m sure some dudes probably hopin'
That I’m gonna fall off, the wells gonna run dry
Fuck your creative vision, I see more with one eye
Talent of a roster in the body of one guy
Can we top The Rose Tint? Bro, does the sun shine?
I tell you just one time and one time only
Fuck anybody thinkin' I'ma get cozy, you just don’t know me
Nah, that don’t mean I’m not grateful for last year
But not too many people celebratin' the past here
It’s on to the next for me and the clique
Yesterday’s news wraps today’s fish and chips, this is it
I’m a rap kickin', cap wearin' half Samoan
278 [?] reppin', Tint Squat veteran
Walk around with no weapon and no idea
Lived in one-sixteen in Linex, where few would dare
If you would come from where I come from? I took an opportunity
That most would run from, on stage, NY
Harshest crowd in the biz, reppin' NZ
When nobody in the room knows where the fuck it is
No crew, no friends, no fam, foreign place
No dropnuts here, still went and rocked the place

[Chorus]
Now they all talkin' like they know or somethin' (Sit down, boy)
I’m 'bout to show 'em somethin', I’m 'bout to show 'em somethin'
Real, somethin' they could feel
Somethin' they could feel
Now she lookin' at me like I owe her somethin' (Sit down, girl)
I’m 'bout to show her somethin', I’m 'bout to show her somethin'
Real, somethin' she can feel
Somethin' she can feel, yeah