Refoundation

Cee-Won X:
I’m a big deal without a deal
Let’s keep it really real
I said this all before but it seems it needs to be repeated
I know a lot of brothas in need of reality checks
Some even make they paper off sorry rhymes
I’m vexed
Fumin'
I’ve had it up to here with you and
It’s time for Cee-Won X to break it down, I’ll show you who is
The man with the plan and the wicked jam
Provided by
The Other Guys
On the rise
It’s my time to shine
(Yes yes ya’ll)
And all I’ll ever really need is one mic
Shout out to those who oppose this
Nice try
Head to the back of the line
Rap is not pop
Check who taught you how to do that
It’s a crime the way you rhyme with no meaning and with no message
Emccein' ain’t for you
You need training so check the method
The foundation of our culture is fallin' apart fast
Ladies relate Hip Hop to shakin' they ass
How come you hate «blacks»?
But all your favorite music is that
You livin' foul
Yo I can see that
And everybody and they mama wanna rap these days
You ever sit back and think how black is the thing to be?
But then shit hits the fan and all the white folks leave
You a hoax like the moon landing
I see ya string
Far from genuine is what I see
We need a refoundation
Jroz:
'Cause they shady looking cloudy
Unsteady like a hockey puck
If you frontin, then get from ‘round me
If you not true you not cool
I lace it all together beautifully through the Haiku
I do this for you who can relate
N' see through the eyes that penetrate through the fake
They shake like the tails on a rattle snake
The ceremony is my ritual so I don’t have to fabricate
Throw my name up with spray, and get it on the break
This is more than press play, this is turntablism
Roam the earth know your worth n' puff the izm
Love is wisdom, that’s why I kick it on the rhythm to get you open
Unthaw the frozen n' keep that light glowing n the mic open
‘Cause they try to shut us down, from the spots to the sound
We tell the crowd to gather ‘round n' these choppers wanna watch us
But we just chill like. recording in garages to rock your backyard
Boogie freestylin' in parking lots it’s what I do
That pure, rock with sneeze never had swag
Ain’t hyphee but keep the crowd hype with the raps that I stack
Cire:
Young god melanin
The cobra
I’m colder
Lighter than a feather when i sever our composure
Black flow
Golden
A triclops
Ronin
I rome
Crackin' domes
Leave the mic hot
Scoldin'
I ain’t gotta talk 'cause I showed it
Multiple opponents cause stomps to the colin
I’m foldin'
Flaten whole crews
Flippin' land mass
Stolen
Catch a sandblast for that anthrax
You ain’t chosen
Just whack and you lackin' focus
Came claimin' the real
That’s how I caught you open
Clearly a novis
Push gay shit to get you noticed
Oppose criminal lanes but you ain’t never rode in
Okay
Stick to your motive
'cause the locusts soon droppin' out the clouds for the closin'
So explosive
I drop knowledge
Corossive
Perm burn chemical on vultures
They mangy and coatless
It’s culture