DJ JS-1, Kyle Rapps, Homeboy Sandman, Breeze Brewin - 110 Percent lyrics

Just to point out
That probably 95 percent of people
Miss the boat in life

I crossed 110th no slacking
Wo macking like Bobby
I be coming with strength i bust through
Like something I must do labor of love
Me getting lustful fuck it
Like "What's new?" ask after the 90 day
Heinie wait joint moving
Point proven time to skate
On some straight insult to injury
Fucking break a leg be it kinfolk or enemy
Imma make em beg gotta let em know
They ain’t too proud
Imma take you down a notch or so
Like women that’s giving they crotch
For dough the movement’s ill
Big shoes to fill like tryna be the next B
To sex after Sasquatch let's go
I’m saying it's nothing
Displaying my gumption
I’m breaking the slump
Like I’m taking a dump 'n'
Crying bout the job hard least you working
Like crying over getting
Mosgov'd til you're Perkins

I come to give it, uh 110 percent

Truly when I get bored i give it my heart
I come to give it, uh 110 percent

Truly when I get bored
I give it my heart, heart, heart, heart

Trapped in the night of the dead living
Cops act funny frank Drebin
Resident of times where the congregation
Having hard times paying tithes
Reverends have to smoke resin
Heads be in the box no shit
Something like that flick 7even
Take it from a cat who didn’t rap to "6' 7"
Take it from a cat
Who didn’t kick no bars on "Otis"
Take it from a guy who doesn’t ride scrotums
If I spit em, I wrote em
This is the life that i’ve chosen
Cops yelling freeze i’m not running
But i’m not frozen
Unless somebody real’s running
Then I’m not voting
Cats walk like it's the catwalk
Sun I'm not voguing
I’m known to keep a home base
In each of five oceans
Known to keep a stone face
But, I’m not Vulcan only one I can’t feel
Is the fear emotion make a cat sneer
At the mere notion

Over 110 can’t hear nothing
Over stomach grumbling puff bragging
Holdst up under dungeons kids under 10
Smuggle gems the young men
Pimp out they sisters under mothers consent
It goes another one bring your friends
Come again you want to overcome it
Better go a hundred ten my gang sign
Is the peace sign and my guns a pen
When I buck i’m gonna buck trends
That’s where the buck spends
Where your luck ends
In a room full of enemies
Now rap still among friends
In a penitentiary i’m gonna jump fence
I should change my name to what’s next
Cause, I am flow tighter that butt sex
Yes i can stay well fed
Nigga I’m gonna win jKLM I’m going in