The Ill Spoken - The Outro lyrics

Yeah, what up, B
More The Ill Spoken, How High (Yo) still
Yo, what up, Blaze? (Can we get Yung Brody?)
What up, Pittsburgh? What up, everybody? You
Gotta play this shit on repeat, muhfuckers
Start this shit over
Oh, we ain't done yet, yo (Sweet James)
Yo, light yo' blunts up, muhfuckers
(Check it, yo)

Since I came (Uh, huh)
The games and the chains are
Sentencin' me to stay them other fools lame
They sentences mean the same (Chyeah)
I rain over pain, it's the genеsis of my name
A new beginning with storiеs
That's truly written, it's me
(Uh, huh) i'm here to tell you the
Glory and who be winnin'
This more to me than you to my wisdom
I make decisions
Livin' disorderly with my vision (Ayo, look)
I had it all, but part of me had to listen
(What?) 'Cause ignorance is bliss
And I can feel my fists blistering
And I've been holdin' back this
Shit since my christening i eat MC's whole
(What?)
Then I swish 'em like Listerine (Bitch)
So check my history, I'm back and I'm better
This is a family affair
Me and Mac is forever
You should know, we grind snow or shine
No matter the weather (Uh, huh)
Money is an inspiration
Never slack when cheddar (Nah)
Yeah, so I'ma get up in
The game when it falls
All-time, hall of fame
Put my name on the wall (There it is)
And keep 'em comin' in this shit
'til we famous and all (What?)
It's like I never wear a rubber
'cause I came in the broad
Hustle hard gets the ring
That's what I'm sayin' to y'all
Passion runnin' through my veins, man
I play 'til I fall
Pussy bitches gettin' brain in the hall
That's how it go down
These blood-red roses overflowin'
Let me slow down (Haha, yeah)

That's right, Beedie
(yeah, that's right, Mac, tell
'em what's good, man)
Ayo, for one last time
(yeah, man, it ain't over yet though)
Put out ya motherfuckin' blunts
(Haha, yeah, I know they high by now, right?)
In about two minutes, start the CD over
You know what I'm sayin'?
(How High: The Mixtape, motherfuckers)
Diggz and Rated R (That's right)
Good lookin' out for this whole thing
Big Will
(No Sleep) , The Ill Spoken, East End Empire
(yeah, let's keep it goin' on this shit, man)
For one last time, yo, look
(Tell 'em what it is, son)

See, it's Mac and it's Beedie at
The back of the CD (Yup)
My stomach aches
Filled up from all these rappers they feed me
(Ha) and on behalf of me and Beedie
Thanks for blessin' the CD (Yup)
It's Dr evil and Mini-Me
Hip-Hop completes me (Haha)
At first, all these cats was laughin' like
"He he" (Ha)
"Look at Malcolm callin' himself Easy Mac"
(Easy Mac) got news for ya dudes, see
I ain't no cheesy snack
It run through my veins, please
Relax and bring it back (Bring it back)
MTV Raps, you MTV Jams
You can get ya ass when I slam, no hands
On the pad and I just
Let that shit write it'self (Write it'self)
See, I'm hungry and my peoples
In this fight for wealth (Fight for wealth)
I'm a ninja rap spitter, you's a white belt
(White belt)
Master Splinter see, I write well
(Write well) i roll L's, lay back
Play tracks and new songs
Aim high in this life
Can't help but do wrong (Damn)
And if I didn't mention Beedie
He's my people (Yep)
Together to the top, see, I need a equal
(Equal)
How High 2? Well, everybody need a sequel
Spttin' tracks like we feedin' all
These fiends with a needle (Here)
See, sugar rappers don't seem to be equal
I throw you on a plate
Proceed to eat you like a beef stew
You see-through, broccoli and pea soup
I'm flowin' like streams do (Yup)
So tell ya people to re-group (Peace)