Lyrics
and Clint Westwood]
Ends today
Yeah. Sup?
We are the MCs, we are the DJs (DJs)
We murder the streets,, and freeways
We breed the beats that bleed your weak ways
Never gonna stop, the last bomb’ll drop atop hip hop, bring all D-Day
Get to the point when I make my moves and make that cypher maximum
The land buy the time and we saved by the line but there’s no ways to capture
them
Back in a flash where the average is at. We manufacture these tracks for them
We travel the past on the bench with a basket of jams and it take me back to the end
Scribe right back to the top of the line, stop when I climb to the optional mind
Upon the tide, the season of change was freezing the fame with the basers blind
Move to the left. Make that there. It ain’t that fair? That’s the way it goes
Put down this circle cypher. Language Arts, we ain’t for show
We are the MCs, we are the DJs (DJs)
We murder the streets,, and freeways
We breed the beats that bleed your weak ways
Never gonna stop, the last bomb’ll drop atop hip hop, bring all D-Day
Rules of war… Would you like a lesson, sir, in the rules of war?
My flesh is stretched over my soul and it holds tight. I mold minds
Fold spacetime or hold the fine rhyme, don’t get it locked when I hold a mic
You lose your lives with the might of Zeus clapping class. Cats stand in front
and growl like thundercloud
We coming from the underground, so ready, compound with a mound of sound
Bringing it down in an avalanche and your hands performing to the scroll of glory
So I’m leaving your chorus bored with a metal orb that absorb your life or split your organs
Deal a black hole. There’s a vassal outside the castles walls
The star that revolve the lower classmen and for the last of the masters to fall
Yo, rhyming’s changed so much from the start
Fight through the bark in the fight for your mark
Fly through the dark but we paving the path
We dodging the eye while waving the flag
Step across the line and realize it’s what came to do Our fame is due before this game is through—we're not the same as you
We’ll keep it insane with the same difference, and back up, boy,
to a safe distance
It’s same resistance, remain persistent, take when you make decisions
Now is the time for the movement—we making it all the way
Never gonna stop, the last bomb’ll drop atop hip hop, bring all D-Day
Now is the time for the movement—we making it all the way
Never gonna stop, the last bomb’ll drop atop hip hop, bring all D-Day
Now is the time for the movement—we making it all the way
Never gonna stop, the last bomb’ll drop atop hip hop, bring all D-Day
Now is the time for the movement—we making it all the way
Believe that
We’ll see who takes the glory from this field
Kill me before the war is over, will you? It appears… you are not the better
man
How could it come to this? An army of rabble. Peasants. Everything will change.
Everything has changed
