Worldwide 2

It was me and Goldinchild rhyming in the spot
We was a crew at the time plus we getting hot
My group is on the rise plus we fin to pop
Plus we had a demo at the time that we fin to shop
Trying to spit on any mic we get to rock
From the clubs all the way to the ghetto spot
In the projects where they would just flip the rock
Where they used to hold the bricks kind of like a cinder block
So in between the boos that we get a lot
We be making moves no one is fin to stop
We rolling on ya crew plus come off the top
Two white dudes leaving ya crew all up in a shock
Almost lost my life one night just getting shot
One night when I was rhyming all up in the spot
But the only way I’m ever ever gonna stop
Is when my heart quits right there plus the casket drops
Worldwide international
Intellect dialect from the spiritual
The original born again miracle
Its worldwide international
Before we surrounded you like longitude and latitude
K was spitting that mathematical and radical
Now a day 52 travels international
Gold on a local with a vocal that will capture you
Feel like I’m back from a 20 year sabbatical
Cats ignore the truth but swear they kept it factual
Line upon line like I’m autobiographical
Pen by the masses saying it’s supernatural
Man listen I ain’t talking that witchcraft
No premantion when goldinchild spits that
Raw lyricism when the sprit of pen raps
Arm’s out stretched steady hugging the block man
We out for the lost army of nameless faces
We was on stages pushing the rock of ages
Me and K stay moving the crowd
SOI lifestyle never putting the mic down…