Focus…, Phonte, Royce da 5'9", Stat Quo - Homage to Premier lyrics
[Focus…, Phonte, Royce da 5'9", Stat Quo - Homage to Premier lyrics]
"And-and-and let's start it like this son"
"If you don't like my lyrics
You could press fast forward"
"It's all good!"
"If this was drugs I'd make a million"
"Focused man, my money on my mind"
"Wait, I had to let it marinate"
"What the FUCK!"
"If you don't like my lyrics
You could press fast forward"
"Turn turn my, turn my headphones up"
"I'm blowin up like you thought I would"
Nickel, what up Focus?
Yeah, uh huh, yea yea yea
It's the ten rap commandments
Number one just be an ill nigga
You will lose
You try to race this like Hilfiger
I'm so ghetto with the fo' metal
Show nuff blowin' up on challengers
Like the '84 shuttle fuck the count nigga
Preem like a triple beam
Sicker than sickle cell or picture
Listenin to sickle sing
Kick in the door wavin the fo'
Clad in navy velour
Wax niggas fast like shavin below
A gangsta nigga, I'm fly, I'm a sight
I was dope before Escobar told
Me what Nas is like
When I spit the gasoline see the fire fly
There'll be nothin after Preem
This is me and my homage like I rely on Raj
I lean on what's happenin'
Got the "Hey HEY hey!" like Dwayne
I'm stuck trappin
I've gone sick like the song "DWYCK"
Any nigga feelin big all you gon' get
Is a long kiss preem
Uh, right here is where the verses start
Dedicated to that classic New York sound
And it really hurts my heart
To see the people can't
Recognize the Works of Mart
And how they truly was a work of art
I understand we ain't back in the old days
But youngens be lookin at my nigga Preem
Funny like he one of the O'Jays
No sense of history see Chris
Martin in the credit's
They be thankin it's the nigga from Coldplay
So I gotta school 'em
And remind these toddlers
That Hip-Hop started in the days of yonder
Any fool with a S-line 50 can make beats
But this man took it and redefined a genre
Who else could make the Group
Home sound like pros
Then make Christina Aguilera sound like soul?
This is my homage and I gotcho' head bobbin
And noddin
So we gon' bring the scratch collage in
Like this! Phontigga, uh
Stat Quo nigga, HEY! Primo, whaddup man?
Take y'all a trip down memory lane
Hehe, you did that too
Step in my arena
But make it known friend or foe
Recognize, I gave you power
With this undeniable flow i'm invincible
Live by the code of the streets
My game plan simple, no surrender, no retreat
Salute the trill, cause none of y'all betta
Stay disciplined on the front line
And together - Now
Stay tuned for the moment of truth
Suckas gotta come clean when
Stat in the booth it's mostly tha voice
That's why I got mass appeal
A black cowboy, too deep me and the steel
Say your prayers muh'fucker 'fore
You outta here
Just to get a rep I'll end your career (okay)
Been a long time comin', blood, sweat
And tears
I'm royalty, classic like a beat from Premier
The public lovesick from real
Hip-Hop and shit
Here today, gone tomorrow, I refuse to quit
It's Stat Quo and Primo yEAH!
"If you don't like my lyrics
You could press fast forward"
"It's all good!"
"If this was drugs I'd make a million"
"Focused man, my money on my mind"
"Wait, I had to let it marinate"
"What the FUCK!"
"If you don't like my lyrics
You could press fast forward"
"Turn turn my, turn my headphones up"
"I'm blowin up like you thought I would"
Nickel, what up Focus?
Yeah, uh huh, yea yea yea
It's the ten rap commandments
Number one just be an ill nigga
You will lose
You try to race this like Hilfiger
I'm so ghetto with the fo' metal
Show nuff blowin' up on challengers
Like the '84 shuttle fuck the count nigga
Preem like a triple beam
Sicker than sickle cell or picture
Listenin to sickle sing
Kick in the door wavin the fo'
Clad in navy velour
Wax niggas fast like shavin below
A gangsta nigga, I'm fly, I'm a sight
I was dope before Escobar told
Me what Nas is like
When I spit the gasoline see the fire fly
There'll be nothin after Preem
This is me and my homage like I rely on Raj
I lean on what's happenin'
Got the "Hey HEY hey!" like Dwayne
I'm stuck trappin
I've gone sick like the song "DWYCK"
Any nigga feelin big all you gon' get
Is a long kiss preem
Uh, right here is where the verses start
Dedicated to that classic New York sound
And it really hurts my heart
To see the people can't
Recognize the Works of Mart
And how they truly was a work of art
I understand we ain't back in the old days
But youngens be lookin at my nigga Preem
Funny like he one of the O'Jays
No sense of history see Chris
Martin in the credit's
They be thankin it's the nigga from Coldplay
So I gotta school 'em
And remind these toddlers
That Hip-Hop started in the days of yonder
Any fool with a S-line 50 can make beats
But this man took it and redefined a genre
Who else could make the Group
Home sound like pros
Then make Christina Aguilera sound like soul?
This is my homage and I gotcho' head bobbin
And noddin
So we gon' bring the scratch collage in
Like this! Phontigga, uh
Stat Quo nigga, HEY! Primo, whaddup man?
Take y'all a trip down memory lane
Hehe, you did that too
Step in my arena
But make it known friend or foe
Recognize, I gave you power
With this undeniable flow i'm invincible
Live by the code of the streets
My game plan simple, no surrender, no retreat
Salute the trill, cause none of y'all betta
Stay disciplined on the front line
And together - Now
Stay tuned for the moment of truth
Suckas gotta come clean when
Stat in the booth it's mostly tha voice
That's why I got mass appeal
A black cowboy, too deep me and the steel
Say your prayers muh'fucker 'fore
You outta here
Just to get a rep I'll end your career (okay)
Been a long time comin', blood, sweat
And tears
I'm royalty, classic like a beat from Premier
The public lovesick from real
Hip-Hop and shit
Here today, gone tomorrow, I refuse to quit
It's Stat Quo and Primo yEAH!