The anthem

[Verse 1]
When the beat drops, it's like my heart beat stops
Then restarts, the street talks and I listen
This a competition, jockey for position, Raphi on a mission
No more reminiscing, I'm in deep thought
Deep rooted, rebooted, batteries are not included
Truly undisputed, battle me to prove it
A thirty second freestyle probably wouldn't do it
But let's go line for line, rhyme for rhyme
Song for song, catalogue to catalogue
Bring it on like we in the Octagon
Don't get me wrong, I'm only pushing the level of creativity
Reciprocating whatever they giving me
Vocal agility's my only ability, hoping you feelin' me
Why? Raph's a county G like calligraphy
I only drop an L if it's in that punch line
Rewind to find out what I'm talking about

[Hook]
In the land of the Lakers, palm trees, gangsters
Rascos, In-N-Out, Staples [?] know we about
Riding, surviving, providing the mix
For everybody in the city tryin' to get a fix

[Verse 2]
Back to the realness, you feel this
Sermon make 'em perish when I'm givin' 'em the business
You like "who is this", yeah I got 'em nervous
Shames Worthy at your service like a pallbearer
Magical like Dwight Howard, tall terror
Write my love in blood, Hannibal lecture
I'll choke a joker, test your jester gestures
Play my cards right, deal with it, yes sir
They sayin' God blessed ya, I'm gesund-tight
Like a red eye flight, I'm up all night
I'm alright like squares or rectangles
I'm usually found in the city of lost angels
Go figure, my rhymes are skylines but more bigger
Saw the picture, didn't think I could flow, did ya?
So I gotta get ya, now I flow sicker
I am G quicker than the fixers

[Hook]
In the land of the Lakers, palm trees, gangsters
Rascos, In-N-Out, Staples [?] know we about
Riding, surviving, providing the mix
For everybody in the city tryin' to get a fix

[Verse 3]
Right or wrong moving right along
As you've heard I kill a verse, I need to learn to write a song
Organize my confusion, bring it on
Use your illusion until the guns are drawn
And the roses on your coffin
I suppose I think I'm awesome way too often
My [?] like blossom
Double-crossing 'em is gonna cost 'em
Prince Paulin' 'em, daddy-O talkin'
All that jazz come up short like John Stockton
This song was poppin' like butter-flavored topping
Concocting up in the laboratory and I'm locked in
Another options throw away the keys
The only way to be, music is my therapy
Hoping the cycle's broken, there's no comparing me
Apparently I put in work for a G monetarily

[Hook]
In the land of the Lakers, palm trees, gangsters
Rascos, In-N-Out, Staples [?] know we about
Riding, surviving, providing the mix
For everybody in the city tryin' to get a fix