Skyzoo, Torae - Click lyrics

Yo, turn the lights on i can't see in here
I gotta see what's goin' on man you hear me?
Turn the lights on word

Click!

Uh, huh yeah
Bring the horns word up here's another one
The lights is on how we say
That shit? +Do It Now, git It Done+
Ha ha yeah skyzoo torae click!

I said the more often I rhyme
The more awkward you find it
To be accepted by the lyrical minded
Individual, subliminal, criminal conscious
Makin' me numb how I'm stealin' the shine is
Defined as stupendous
Torae spittin' with splendedness
So my sentence is like a
Syllabus to the listeners
+Git It Done+, got it done
Got 'em a lot of runs
We plotted on how to double
Back with a hotter one
Nigga I'm New York ground
Been holdin' New York down
With the creator of the New York sound
And there can never be another or
A new version of nothin'
Niggas must of forgot where it started
Primo they buggin' it's more of the future
Less of what you used ta
Whoever feel hip hop is dead
Here's a booster
With no cables or battery pack
So everybody lovin' the city
We glad that we back
You should sit down and listen to
What the game's been missin'
Cause +Reprogram+ was my +Redefinition+
I guess Chairman's Choice was
Just the beginnin'
Cause, I'm the one to XXL for every sentence
I read every blog, every article printed
I heard every bar
Every rhyme you was pennin'
I felt all the hate and the love
You niggas fake as a fuck
You want my spot nigga? Take it in blood

"That's why I write the shit that
I write in my rap
Everyday of the week I live in it
Breathe in it" dead prez 'Police State'
"It is senseless for you to prevent
This" - Obie Trice 'Drama Setter'
I know you wanna enter but I can't
Let you in" - Buckshot 'Crooklyn'

The second coming of the shit that you fear
The first time they was callin' it luck
But low and behold I'm still in ya ear
See the difference is here
So keep that in your mind
When you rhymin' and you thinkin'
Bout leanin' on lyin'
Scrap whatever you thought and what
You wanted to think
I attack your spot the minute that
You fuck up and blink
Motivated by a Kennedy Fried
Tropical fantasies
7-1-8, Chris Wallace and James Yancy
S-K, the prodigal son chosen
Lyrical landmark, father with the flows is
So youngin' don't confuse me with
Nothin' them dudes be
My leap year is outta your dude's reach
Skyzoo change for change? Hardly
Meanin' I'm signin' my contract
With a Sharpie
Motherfuckers is buggin' if they
Want me to beg
I'll be creepin' on a come up like?
Deal with it
And through all that, I'm still with it
The beat is still sluttin' so yeah
I still dick it huh, it's clear as day but
Y'all don't see it ock
I guess I'm like a lost
Episode of Graffiti Rock
Or somethin' like the wax that
The record is made from
They need me more than they say son
Okay Player?
So you can type whatever you want to type
But, I still write better than
Everyone that you like

"That's why I write the shit that
I write in my rap
Everyday of the week I live in it
Breathe in it" dead prez 'Police State'
"It is senseless for you to prevent
This" - Obie Trice 'Drama Setter'
I know you wanna enter but I can't
Let you in" - Buckshot 'Crooklyn'