I'd like to thank you all for coming through, pleased to make your acquaintance/ Today's the perfect day for revolution, ain't it?/ So as the tape revolves and my fanbase evolves, I resolve to keep spinning 'til the sinners get sainted/ The water's been tainted, they used it to make Kool-Aid/ Them 360 deals get everybody but you paid/ The reality for hot rappers and DJ's/ is ain't shit funny, these days are like *****/ So I present to you these words that rhyme/ combined with the thoughts that disturb my mind/ There was a time all the herb and pine had me paranoid, I was too perturbed to grind/ But now I'm back and I'm proud, spitting my heart to crowds/ You can call me Steve Rifkind how I spark the 'Loud'/ You can call me Tony Draper, 'cuz my place is 'suave'/ Or better yet, I'm Brad Jordan when you 'face' my mob/ A space S C O 2T's/ My pet peeve is folks spelling Snub with 2 B's/ I'm married now, no more group sex with groupies/ I don' tossed balls to more 'bush' than Drew Brees/ But I had to slow down, man I'm getting to old/ To be perusing the club for these young ass hoes/ I got goals, I got needs/ I got cousins my age with seeds who got seeds/ All that I've endured forced me to mature/ And realize the garden's fertilized with manure/ I hopped out the sewer, and decided-/ instead of trying to feed the disease, I should cultivate the cure/ Now you're, privileged and privy/ to a little nigga bringing back a city/ SP on the MIDI's/ Snub getting busy/ Going bad like the milk when Charlie Murphy saw titties/ Gritty/ representative of the committee/ Committed to making other niggas sound shitty/ Cleveland Browns fitted/ Bitch I'm big headed/ my snapback snaps at the first hole, get it?/ Holla if you're wit it, shoosh if you're not though/ Nigga I'm a poet, call me Leaping Lanny Poffo/ R.I.P to Macho, R.I.P Elizabeth/ one word describes my rap style... vividness/ I write words wickedest/ and I'm leaning on Anderson Ent, back to my business/ Confident, dominant, prominent, bombin' it/ You are now rocking with Snub Zero tolerance...

It's the return of the relevant/ the Federer of rhetoric, competitors had better get Excedrin/ I'm Edgerrin, James with the slang, Clinton Portis when recorded/ Anybody who distorts it, gets their torso contorted/ The cost of fame skyrocketed, I couldn't much afford it/ so I hoarded hot tracks 'til my efforts got rewarded/ I am on it, I am wit it, I perform it and I kill it/ If you haven't been informed, I'm enormous with the lyrics/ I'm a leader, I'm a rebel- bringing trouble with the treble/ I got the warp zone cheat code-- I'm on another level/ Fraternizing with attorneys, leaving rappers on a gurney/ Shout to Coco, shout to Collin, shout to Alias and Journey/ This is the Tru Skool, we're too cool to youtube us ending your career/ So we gon' do it right here/ Live in the flesh, come collide with the best/ We ain't a gang, but when we bang- you catch 5IVE to the chest.. HOOK: My time has come/ Them days of grinding with no shine are done/ I'm the one, and when this rhyme is spun/ You, two will realize that my time has come.. VERSE TWO: Poet Laureate/ From a land of 40 sippers and sporty chics who be goin through all sorts of shit/ Sorcerers smokin with cohorts and associates/ who sip fifths of 'Yac and get to acting inappropriate/ Verbal glock, I'm totin' it- verbal shot I'm loadin' it/ Me and Verbal Tongue verbalizin' with the hoe you wit/ No you did not say THE-5IVE ain't killin' it/ You best start givin' our militance due dilligence/ Or I'll dilligently deliver a few sentences/ I'm feelin' like that white dude from that movie 'Limitless'/ But instead of poppin' beans, I'm rockin' for the fiends/ Cinematic dreams, Hip Hop's Steve McQueen/ In loose fitting jeans/ if 'jeggins' are in style the fashion Police gon' give me a Rodney King/ Fuck dat, the day you catch me in some skin tights/ Jim Brown will make the news for bleaching his skin white.. HOOK My time has come/ Them days of grinding with no shine are done/ I'm the one, and when this rhyme is spun/ You, two will realize that my time has come.. VERSE THREE: Metaphors maniacal, metronome mechanical/ I'm in Mechanicsville bumpin' 'Illuminated Animals'/ Shouts out to Hannibal, I let the verbal cannon go/ (BLAM) if you ran it would be understandable/ Welcome to the annual, bicentennial/ I used to sell dime bags- by Centennial/ Park in the dark, now I'm chillin' in the broad day/ Bustin' in the booth just like I did in the hallway/ Dippin' on the Causeway, lettin' my cassette play/ Double antendre- I make your baby momma's neck sway/ What is this you're witnessing? I'll put it the best way-/ It's Cleveland niggas chasing green like when the Browns and the Jets play/ Biting niggas get found face down on expressways/ With traces of my style floating around in their X-Rays/ I am one 'Chile' ass rhymer/ I been surviving underground since I was a 'miner'... HOOK My time has come/ Them days of grinding with no shine are done/ I'm the one, and when this rhyme is spun/ You, two will realize that my time has come..

Verse One: I eat in the streets/ Speak tongue and cheek over beats/ Deleting the weak, same time defeating the meek/ I'm a beacon of hope, trying to free my people from dope/ Same dope bought this Cherokee Jeep and this smoke/ They chiefin' it all, so I don't need a reason to ball/ speaking of ball, it's like I shoot 3s for Depaul/ But naw, I don't hoop, nigga my flow is just tall/ I'm on my Artest, Kobe Bryant, Odom, Gasol/ Rap tracks like (clak, clak) I pop and you fall/ You're too old to play the tough guy, you're Robert Duvall/ I'm spittin' this slang, I could be out soliciting 'Caine/ instead I'm flowing off the head and finding bitches to bang/ Witnesses claim, I blast with ridiculous aim/ I'm Nicolas Cage, kick ass when I'm rippin' the page/ Swishers and gin provoke me to grippin' the pen/ Listeners tend to say I be gettin' it in.. Hook: I MAKE YOUR RAMBLING STOP, CUZ GOD DAMMIT YOU'RE NOT FUCKING WITH ANDERSON SCOTT Verse Two: Scotty Appleton/ higher than the scaffolding that used to be above the ring on Pay Per View wrestling/ Word to Massilon, my lyrics be tackling/ weed by the 'zips'.. I ain't talking about Akron/ Nigga you're saccharine, we are not 'equal'/ Your feeble attempts to move the people are fecal/ (You're doo-doo) I perform more than you do/ Matter of fact, my Youtube's got more show footage than Hulu/ I represent THE-5IVE, no Fubu/ Lungs blacker than Shaka Zulu in Honoluu/ I'm doing sodoku digits like it's '02/ I pull broads, you be draggin' balls... Goku/ You heard Get Right or Get Left, this is part two/ You're kicking them gangsta ass tales that's part true/ So your label pushed you back- "Sky blue, sky blue.. they put every body out except for you" HOOK I MAKE YOUR RAMBLING STOP, CUZ GOD DAMMIT YOU'RE NOT FUCKING WITH ANDERSON SCOTT Verse Three: Nigga, I flip- my flow is on a pummel horse/ I'm doing magic on the track, the black Dumbledore/ And if I don't win a dumb award, at least I get some applause/ 'Cuz me and my fans be on one accord/ I don't got one Accord, I got a Lex/ I got arrested in my Ford, 'cuz I hit her with my 'Flex'/ But I know what you're pissed for, you tricked til you were piss poor/ and she still chose me, and I be shoppin' at the thrift store/ I don't got swag, nigga I got game/ so my rap's on the top of the map like Bangor, Maine/ The modern day Dana Dane, gwop like Dana White/ I'm Common and Dana Owens flowin'.. Just Wright/ Night, night bitch nigga, my verse will be your lullaby/ When the reefer gets mummified/ Kiss your baby mother bye/ If you're talkin' bout fake thugs, you're talkin bout them other guys/ But discuss which niggas are live/ mention THE-5IVE.. HOOK I MAKE YOUR RAMBLING STOP, CUZ GOD DAMMIT YOU'RE NOT FUCKING WITH ANDERSON SCOTT Verse Four (yes, this song has 4 verses, what of it???) I got the breath of a philosopher floatin' through my Chakras/ Puffin' on hydroponics from Nicaragua/ I'm so retarded, if they made a movie about my life whoever portrayed me would win an Oscar/ Fans like to see MCs who do it proper/ So they bouncing off the wall like under cooked pasta/ Catch me in the kitchen, but I'm not cooking crack/ I'm at the kitchen table, 'bout to power up my Mac/ When I power up my Mac, an hour later flat/ I've devoured 8 tracks and a Now-n-Later pack/ Tropical Punch, I eat topics for lunch/ Don't forget, I can flow off the top in a crunch/ I've got a hunch, you ain't dropped a dope verse once/ Hot beats to wack rhymes are like Kush to stale blunts/ I inhale blunts after a long day stressed/ I'm a ballin' Mother fucker... Delontae West.. HOOK I MAKE YOUR RAMBLING STOP, CUZ GOD DAMMIT YOU'RE NOT FUCKING WITH ANDERSON SCOTT

Verse One: I am a rapper, actor, full time activist/ Prophet, poet, paragraph pacifist/ I'm a catalyst, 5IVE representative/ futuristic flow, but my grind is so primitive/ I'm a son, an uncle, a brother/ I'm unprotected MILF sex- a 'raw motha f___"/ I'm a beast, so I'm a threat to the 'biz/ and I'm never gonna quit, I just is what I is/ I'm proud to be Black/I was gone for a while, now I'm proud to be back/ This is the revolutionary bounce that we pack/ a bountiful track that you can let bounce in your 'Lac/ I am the 808 bang/ Section 8 slang, I decimate lame/ By 'lame' I mean those who let hate reign/ So if you're with me, when the hook starts to resonate.. sang Verse Two: I'm Sean Bell's spirit, Sean Combs' dreams/ I'm Chandon sippin' rockin' Sean John jeans/ I am Mandela, I'm Nat Turner/ I'm magnificent over tracks by Phat Burner/ I'm Langston Hughes and W.E.B. Dubois/ I'm Chuck D from P.E. - now let me bring the noise/ I'm known to disappear in a marijuana cloud/ You want a hit? gimme a track and a pack of Blank and Milds/ I am Anderson Scott/ I told you who I am, now let me tell you who I'm not/ I am not a gangsta, I am not a thug/ I am not about to make it rain in the club/ I am not a killer, though I do murder tracks/ I'm not the type of cat to twist facts in my raps/ I am not studdin' critics, I could give a damn/ I will never compromise, I just am what I am..

Snub: I was born with a mic in hand/ In a land where the rich get rich and the poor get trips to take the stand/ I decided to take a stand/ like I just robbed a band/ but instead I just robbed the bass while e-z rockin' for the fans/ I rep for those individuals who're sweating for residuals/ but gettin nothing but sentences for money making rituals/ Living so despicable, demons in our physical/ so aint nobody spiritual- them murder cases typical/ I'm a Black man living a White man's dream- I be lying/ so I guess I'm using the White man's schemes- all the time/ in my quest just to get this cream/ my mind is like the manager's at Coffee Bean- on the grind/ But the cops and shots from glocks and all the rocks that we puff/ Plus the shots of vodka, watches, drops and gwop got us nuts/ I'm insane in the brain.. I'm gon 'b-real'/ I could be wild be I'm gon be chill/ Hennessey sippin', Infinite dippin', I tend to be flippin'- Im mentally ill.. HOOK (2x): I'm divine, sublime, refined combining lines/ My mind forever shines off the rhymes I design... I'm a 5ver! Jawz: we got them lines / that shine/ be on the cam like ya boi from Caroline /in hollywood on the screen in due time/ gettin monster green like boi Frankenstein/ ima 5verrrrrrrr / spit this quick then I gooo / manifest it, flow arrested cause we stole the show/ wezza a hard act to followww trust/ ask them crews at the show that tried to followwwww us/ we left stage musty, busty still wanna hug me, rub me, tug me, love me, bug me/ but he has to get back to the valley, sally now is a cussy, fussy, hussy 5! BIGREC: February 2-Double-0 to the 9/ Was the time that everyone witnessed the Divine/ Union of 5 human individual signs/ Soon to become the dominant conglomerate of 'Rhyme...That...Words', in reverse/ You can feel the rush from the stage when we burst, whoever bringing it first/ Gotta set it off proper/ (Monsta) 5IVE be the sponsor/ Hasta la Vi... to imposters/ Any beat I'mma eat like Dahmer/ Hannibal eliminate a 'pause' like comma/ Cannibal, a Heavyweight Boss Mic-bomba/ An animal with steady weight loss like sauna/ Part of a brotherhood we the Mantra/ Maneuver through ups & downs like playing Contra/ Lyrical Chief Rocka/ You can just can watch us/ Fresh like Binaca/ Invest in the roster/ SHRED The Verbal Tongue: 8 bars of sheer excellence. HOOK (2x) KP: 8 bars of lyrical supremacy (By the way, that dude said, "Fill a Dell for ya..." (Philadelphia??) Ham. Snub: If you wonder why I got my 5s to the sky/ Giving two slaps down, with a back hand, pound and dap that's left up high/ Never "I", it is 'us'/ In the crew we trust/ This is who 'I am", shouts to Big Rus/ When the rhymes get bust and the beat goes bang/ The fleet goes nuts and the people sang/ We ain't no gang, it's in our 'blood' to 'crip'ple with slang/ Triple your bread, cover your head/ real Hip Hop has come from the dead/ Jawz Pizzle, Zilla and Shred/ Snub Zero spittin' that lead..

Flow dope, this lyrical PCP/ I'm bangin' Sweet 16s- no TP3/ I'm the 'pinky' of the crew, huh? HeHeHe/ Well, shorty all the way home you're gettin' 'WeeWeeWee'/ I am Eastside ridin' through the D.E.C/ I got a 'Dolla' and '2 chains' like DTP/ Nigga try to test, I will gladly agree and play BABY BOY repeatedly like BET/ Let me get to the particulars/ Particularly how I be whippin' these vehiculars/ My fan base are sticklers for lyrics so I whittle up/ spittle and these riddles in a cypher that is cycular/ Rap game- stick'em up, we're taking what is owed/ They took away the spirit, now we're bringing back the soul/ My condom wrapper's gold/ my money don't fold, 'cuz the shit jingle- you can hear it when I stroll/ And the sound of my steps plus the flopping of the change/ is the beat I write to while I'm walking to the train/ Deranged in the brain/ Estranged from the lame/ Arrange with your dame for Poo-Tang in the rain/ I bang with a gang, that ain't a real gang/ We just hotter than the weather at a 'Luau'.. (dang)/ The place from which I came/ niggas slang powder in the early morning hours- call it Tang/ All the young'ns like "What??/ what the fuck is Tang? Is this muthafucka nuts?"/ Well, it could be i got a couple screws loose/ Or you're slow as Bruce Bruce running with his boots loose/ I used to shoot hoops, now I'm travelling/ It's like its '96- I'm in Atlanta throwing javelins/ The chance of your crew beating my crew battling/ Are slimmer than my muthafuckin abdomen.. what's happening?/ If you're really 'bout it, grab the mic and start rapping/ but nigga if you're scared, call a chaplin/ I get it crackin' with mic rip actions/ Puffin' bomb green... Mike Vick to Macklin..

HOOK (2x): From my brain to my lips from my lips to the page/ From the page to the booth, from the booth to the stage.../ I gotta get this pay/ That's the reason why I spit this way VERSE ONE: I grew up on Hough/ Needless to say, where I grew up was rough/ The school had rats, the cribs had rats/ The kids had gats- so the coroner had stats/ But the high hats got me with a low cap/ Snub's in the house now- no Lojack/ I'm bout to blow stacks and cop me like four tracks/ In a crazy world, this flow I'm droppin' is Prozac/ "But Snub, the times are so hard/ People wanna dance, why are you rhymin' so hard?"/ Nigga I will jerk when my Mom ain't gotta work/ But until then, when the beat drops, I'm gon go berzerk/ and blurt this legendary speech/ Just think- talent is hereditary... Sheesh/ Imagine when my son decides that it would be fun/ to drop the hottest album of 2031.. HOOK (2x): From my brain to my lips from my lips to the page/ From the page to the booth, from the booth to the stage.../ I gotta get this pay/ That's the reason why I spit this way VERSE TWO: I just bought a flat, I live in a culdesac/ I be speaking to my neighbors, but they don't be speaking back/ But when I get visited buy the cats in my frat/ Them same neighbors call the law, 'cuz we must be selling crack/ What the hell is that? No matter how much I stack/ I can't ignore the fact that in their eyes- I'm Black/ and you can't be intelligent if you've got Melanin/ I manufacture medicine- this is microphone Mescaline/ 16 bar barbituates, I tend to spit/ Pineapple Express, y'all niggas is Snicklefritz/ Pistol gripped pencil, spittin' for the shit of it/ Welcome to my Odyssey, I'm re-writing the Iliad/ Idiot, I'm hot- period/ Excuse the big words, but with the verbs I've got a myriad/ I can spit that hieroglyphic shit that's in a Pyramid/ then sell a script to Miramax and still chill on Puritas.. HOOK (2x): From my brain to my lips from my lips to the page/ From the page to the booth, from the booth to the stage.../ I gotta get this pay/ That's the reason why I spit this way VERSE THREE: This ain't punchline rappin'/ This is what it sounds like when crunchtime happens/ When you miss to many brunchtimes- napping/ While other people enjoy the sunshine- laughing/ I bring the noise like a drumline passing/ While you bring the news to the 'One-time' captain/ Rat-a-tat-tatta when I rattle off the grammar/ From Muskogee to Muskigum to Tuskegee Alablama/ Never been in the slammer, never had to bang a hammer/ Except to fix my bed after I banged your baby mamma/ That was stupid, but this beat is so bananas/ That every time I spit that line, the people go bananas..

VERSE ONE: A fucked up child hood was not the way I was/ Flat top full of Triple Fat Goose fuzz/ While other people my age were forced to move drugs- I was reading Geoffrey Chaucer/ and writing tales of flying saucers/ I idolized my favorite authors, they influenced my flow/ so for this verse I owe Edgar Allen Poe/ I went from never having dough, to never having change/ 'Cuz I'm a well rounded artist with everlasting range/ It sounds strange, but reading the Great Gatsby/ Had me prepared for making tracks with J. Gatsby/ Voice kind of raspy, body frame narrow/ I'm A. Scott Fitzgerald rockin' Hip Hop apparel/ I've got my eye on the sparrow, I'm the Native Son/ Afro-centric sharp words pierced my Native Tongue/ Though the blocks where I hung were hot like Phoenix/ I grew up to be a muthafuckin' Genius.. VERSE TWO: Now I'm of age, and living in the projects/ Where most young women get viewed as objects/ I wasn't so fresh up in high school, so never could I fathom/ That one day my rappin' would have them having spasms/ I'm a microcosm of the people from the bottom/ Who wore Pro-Wings in the snow and had to slalom/ all the way to school and couldn't do their math problems/ 'cuz their school had rats and roaches coming out of the columns/ So this is for West Tech, this is for Hay/ I'm still waiting for my 'Scholarship in Escrow' pay/ Gettin' that Jethro pay, now I'm in St. Troupe/ eatin' tropical punch Now-n-Laters while banjo's play/ Thinkin' back when I ain't have no say/ when I wanted to go to prom and didn't have no way/ I flicked by blunt ashes, rose like a Phoenix/ and grew up to be a muthafuckin Genius.. VERSE THREE: I'm in too deep, I got a show tomorrow and I just can't sleep/ A&Rs trying to make a smooth creep/ and on top of that.../ niggas after me for fuckin' one of their hoodrats/ Ain't got no time for these fake rappers' stories/ So I introduce these Alleyway Allegories/ Pick any category, and I'll be on top of it/ Paragraphs prosperous, n'ann bit monotonous/ Scientifically, I be droppin' this hotness/ Matter of fact, my esophagus spews phosphorous/ I spit nitrogen whenever my mic is in/ 'Flow' like one oxygen, two hydrogen/ I already told you I've got fortified vitamins/ Potassium, calcium, riboflavin, niacin/ Never tiring when firing this English/ Rapper slash actor slash writer slash genius.. chea.

I've been told I'm socially awkward/ but I don' tagged more chicks at the club than Shannon Crawford/ That line was for my Facebook friends/ My 'social network' gets Facebook ends/ I rap song bless, spit rap songs best/ Countin' money on a boat, nigga stacks on deck/ Verbal glock, who wanna get clapped on next?/ Before you battle us you better strap on a vest/ Spit Committee 5iver/ The day you spit it liver, Clay Matthews will have hair like Donald Driver/ Deep sea diver, dominance striver/ Terminator- I should marry Maria Shriver/ I serve hoes like Maria Sharipova/ Hotter than wearing a pair of Tims in Sarasota/ I'm the icon of the Ticoderoga/ So let me show ya how niggas do it in Cuyahoga/ Blood of Carl Stokes, spirit of Bernie Kosar/ It sucks that I haven't seen no money earning so far/ My flow hard- I spit crowbars/ Testin' me's a 'hazard' like the lights on a slow car/ My diet is low carb, but what's ironic about that fact is that my raps are full of saturated fat/ I was sad to be gone, glad I made it back/ Now that I'm here, let's eradicate the wack/ 2012's the year that we calculate racks, and have your girl's back bent like an aggravated cat's/ She saw me spittin' Gladiator crack/ And treated her ass like I treat the front row.... made it clap/ so I gave her a shout out at my last show/ As a tribute to her, I made the fans say "Ho"/ (hooooooo) Bitch nigga, kick rocks/ You play the soft role in "The Game"-- Rick Fox/ This is Hip Hop, I'm in socks and flip flops/ At a strip club watching bad broads kick box/ What could be better?/ I'm getting that 'I Heart Huckabees' cheddar/ One phrase in my mind when constructing these letters/ 'Respect me always, fuck with me never'/ I got a sick ass grind, I get mo' cheese/ Nigga, You be lyin' yall ain't bit mo' G's/ You lookin' for that woman you was wit, bro she's/ In the corner giving head-- Victor Ortiz/ (sheesh) Kimmie wasn't lyin' in our press kit/ That crew known as THE-5IVE spits fresh shit/ You wanna hear some more deaf shit?/ Go to REALHIPHOPISBACK.COM and get Rec's shit/ Yeah- nigga back to the program/ Yo jam clears the dance floor like a slow jam/ Mine comes with unexpected kicks like the Zohan/ I'm 'sonnin' these alleged killers-- Hulk Hogan/ If rap was a movie, yours would be a romance/ Mine would be a 3-D remake of Conan/ The Barbarian, hot bar carryin'/ Yo broad ugly as the shot of Shawn Marion/ I turn 'lights out' like Shawn Merriman/ My rap style is far out- I'm Carrolton/ Your raps full of 'shhhhh'-- librarian/ You're a meat eater, nigga I'm a 'vagitarian'/ Egats, this rapper don't need straps/ I'm a treble clef gangsta, I'll clap you wit B Flats/ But when i cock the heat back and you bump it in your ride/ Like a blind man at a newsstand, you 'feel' the 'vibe'...

VERSE ONE (Anderson Scott): Skinny nigga made of iron, with words flyin'/ In a time where the fishes are drowning and birds dyin'/ I emerge tryin' to make young soldiers to Private Ryan/ and save 'em after I amaze 'em with rhymin' science/ Most High reliant while most fly when blinded/ I'm a rebel over trebel, let's toast to my defiance/ My Greasekyd alliance supplyin' what people buyin'/ They're fiendin' for some lyrics with meanin' and we're complyin'... HOOK (The S.O.N.G.B.I.R.D): Got a gift to make it breezy, make it sound so easy/ Make it bang so hard, you might see stars/ You might need God/ He said keep it rockin' 'overall' VERSE TWO (TeaBag da Herbalist): It's Sammy 'Stay Rich" Junior with Frank Sinostrils/ Cats jostle just to get a glimpse in the ear of the Apostle's gospel/ There's no need to be hostile/ so smoke the trees til you docile/ Iglootew open for business, damn and look who stopped through/ It's one fifth of THE-5IVE and 2 fourths of The Show/ and 3 of us on the medley, now we killin' 'em close/ It's so flowly that we feelin' the ghost/ It's iller than colds/ There's no drug ever sold that can heal you from those.. HOOK (The S.O.N.G.B.I.R.D): Got a gift to make it breezy, make it sound so easy/ Make it bang so hard, you might see stars/ You might need God/ He said keep it rockin' 'overall' VERSE THREE (Anderson Scott): Now let my mission begin/ I'm sippin Gin- tipsy as the Michelins spin/ I'm like Troy Davis as I'm gettin it in/ 'Cuz the whole world praying that I get out the 'pen'/ I'm physically thin, mentally not nearly as slim/ Lyrically, I am Gaborey Sidibe's twin/ Eyes squinted as my Irises concealed in my brim/ I am 'overall' rockin, bitch I'm Hillbilly Jim.. HOOK (The S.O.N.G.B.I.R.D): Got a gift to make it breezy, make it sound so easy/ Make it bang so hard, you might see stars/ You might need God/ He said keep it rockin' 'overall' VERSE FOUR (TeaBag da Herbalist): It's Terry Gordon and Anderson Scott/ We'll leave lumps on your dome, and then call them 'forget me knots'/ We used to put it on repeat, but now niggas just retweet/ Half of these peeps are half sleep and the other half are passed sweet/ How u think you're complete when you was ass just last week/ Bumpin my old CD sayin' "That's that beat"/ Get it right, trick- we reign in this thang, damn it/ i am OVERALL ROCKIN' bitch I'm Jed Clampett

PRE-HOOK (Anderson Scott): Shawty, I gotta go/ When I'm gone, I ain't coming back no more/ If you loved me, you would wanna see me grow/ so even though it might cause you woe- I gotta go.. VERSE ONE (Anderson Scott): ..We had a blast/ Chillin' watching movies- a little puff, puff, pass/ We shared a couple laughs, our chemistry was super/ We exchanged views on the art of Kama Sutra/ But then, my position switched, when I heard that little clock go 'tick'/ That was it/ I knew that it was time to refurbish my design/ and what we had was fun, but wasn't furthering my grind/ I'm sick of teaching all these kids that's not mine/ I wanna have a youngin who can watch his Pops shine/ So although you are fine, I gotta decline/ All future endeavors together- wait, why are you crying?/ There comes a time in every man's life, when he analyzes the wrongs and rights/ I know it's trife/ I hit your heart with that knife, that night/ the next day I prayed about it and met my future wife/ (damn) I know you think that's despicable/ Triflin' Pitiful, all adjectives applicable/ But that muscle in my chest- with the arteries and ventricles/ Is nothing short of unpredictable/ So it's not you -it's me,/ I'm going through some changes- 30 years old is the new puberty/ I gotta get my life right, I've come to that decision/ But I gotta leave you to start my mission.. HOOK (Coco Jones): I had to leave (go)/ Walk away (go)/ But I see clearer now, better than before/ No regrets, its all love/ I had to let go of yesterday- and I'm better (better) VERSE TWO (Anderson Scott): From the very first time I walked through your doors/ You'd clap for me, snap for me- sometimes you'd roar/ I jumped off your stage, rolled around on your floors/ And copped every appetizer shown on your board/ All them days of chillin on your back porch? (Lord)/ My brain cells decreased and creativity soared/ I met my best friends there, bagged a bunch of chicks there/ Shit, I kicked Spoken Word over your kick snares/ I made chips there/ But now that I'm gettin' a nationwide buzz- I think I'm too good to spit there?/ Real fuckin rap-- you consistently supported real fuckin rap/ But your vibe is so grimey/ and grimey rappers stopped gettin shine in the 90's/ I wanna be at Summer Jam- I wanna push a Range/ Not rapping for a homeless man begging me for change/ Everybody in the 'A' can admit/ the scene wouldnt be the same if you didn't exist/ I travel 'round the world- giving party people fits/ But still I itch to be on your list- I can't resist/ So now I'm rolling down Spring Street, reminiscing/ Missing your cheap ass beers and Jerk Chicken/ But listen, the world's witnessin my ascension/ So I had to leave home to start my mission.. HOOK (Coco Jones): I had to leave (go)/ Walk away (go)/ But I see clearer now, better than before/ No regrets, its all love/ I had to let go of yesterday- now I'm better (better)

The kids playing hide and go seek/ same place where the dealers hide iron- don't peek/ Look through your irises and you'll see people at risk for viruses/ turned to survivalists/ Hell kinda vibe is this? Ridin' with a rifle clenched/ Singing the first verse to "Life's a Bitch" as I light a spliff/ I get higher 'cuz I can't get lower/ and all of my cries for help have been ignored/ By everybody but the Lord/ But everytime I kneel down to pray, I get bored/ And fall asleep, dreamin' about gleamin'/ schemin', I'm the Black Bobby Heenan and my demons/ are like the Four Horsemen- Rugers instead of Luger/ These Anderson Brothers maneuver, inhaling Buddha/ Still feelin' the effects of when J. Edgar Hoover/ turned Black folks into heroine shooters/ They look at us as hoopers, hurdlers, burglars/ child neglectin', chicken eatin', gun toting murders/ That's why they're servin us nothing but hate/ and we forced to live in such a gluttonous state/ Niggas will sell their soul for a fuckin estate/ a bad broad and a candy paint bucket to skate/ I gotta quote Big Rhythm when constructing this tape/ Both hands near the nine like a quarter to eight/ According to Fox, I'm destined for a spot in a box/ No 40 acres and a mule- its TWO hots and a cot/ but instead, I'm watching Boondocks in a drop/ I'm like Rasheed Wallace's head- I'm rockin' the spot/ and I hope to heal the world with the doctrine I drop/ Call me A space Scott, I make great scriptures/ and get double exposure like 8th grade pictures/ (cheese) Let's develop the negatives/ I'm hype while these fellas rather live off of sedatives/ I'm from where the metal peels back in a hurry/ In broad daylight while the bystanders scurry/ The judicial system do drug dealers dirty/ so I medicate 'mics' like Conrad Murray/ Alberta Clipper, nigga here's a snow flurry/ Hakuna Matata, I'm rockin' with no worries/ Eyes on the prize- so here's to the fans/ who vibe when we ride, I hear cheers from the stands/ They appear to be tranced, so you can make them dance/ I will make them believe they can advance/ Here's my chance to fatten up my wallet/ so this here's to pay for Tiara Malone's college/ I push these books financed by my own pockets/ No watches, bracelets or fancy ass lockets/ I push paragraphs of poetry with pencils/ to people in the projects to prove their potential/ When push comes to shove, we can all rise above/ if we just show some love... now follow Snub/ Let's push through the poison, push past the pestilence/ and push and adolescent into excellence/ (hold up) Let's push through the poison, push past the pestilence/ and push and adolescent into excellence/ (one more) Let's push through the poison, push past the pestilence/ that was WORDS THAT RHYME, now here's a word from The President...