What up Is?

I’m a laid back guy, so just take back time
To a place where a bass-line breaks eight rhymes
Take 5 to better your mind, the bigger the redder your eyes Whether you’re
ready or not, you better be thinking of taking your time define a minute,
the relativity of time is given
Listening to a system that’s designed for winning
Gotta climb the mountain to finally find the rhythm overtaking any enemy and
it’s just the beginning
I’m feeling like we should put on a beat and just raise to the ceiling
embracing the freedom and seeing the meaning of being appealing
I believe my mind is healing, I’m trying to find a clue
Taking my time to better the rhyme and never decline the skill of my crew you
know I want it I’m on it, the wanted Yuwanit’s got it
The whole-hearted hitting harder than Chronic
DJ Carnage supersonic so tight he’s almost robotic
So we spit knowledge to provoke in a way that can be hypnotic
What up is? I represent the H-S-P
You got Home Studio Productions to beat
So, what up is? See I got the maddest of crews you haven’t a clue, M-B,
the baddest of dudes
Ha, what up is? You won’t see me grabbing the cheese, Instead I’ll be forever
happily chilling on streets So, what up is? I know exactly what to do
Attacking the suits, bitch-slapping them back when they sue
They’re kinda cute, but the thing is they keep winning
By giving us just enough they can keep us from giving in
So listen up, gather in. Help me let the rap begin
Factor in the possibility of attracting a sin
I will never disrespect another artist
‘Cause I know that some of my people are working the hardest so lodi dadi up in
this motherfucker bringing the ruckus and whacking the cock-suckers who bust us
for being honest
A new age is upon us, can’t you can feel it?
A whole new generation fight over being the meanest
All you gotta do is open your mind be one of the realest
Instead of just another naive brother of Jesus
Ain’t nobody coming to free us — I believe we’re on our own
Ain’t nobody wanting to be us, thinking of being the regular clone drinking
‘til dawn, wrecking the home, whatever you’re on, you better be stoned Stacking
the wickedest cone, sitting alone, occupied on your phone
What up is? I represent the H-S-P
You got Home Studio Productions to beat
So, what up is? See I got the maddest of crews you haven’t a clue, M-B,
the baddest of dudes
Ha, what up is? You won’t see me grabbing the cheese, Instead I’ll be forever
happily chilling on streets So, what up is? I know exactly what to do
Attacking the suits, bitch-slapping them back when they sue
The flow and the Boom Bap’s back, I’ve spoken to prove that fact You better not
do crack or shoot smack ‘cause dude that’s whack
If you got a billion bucks, wouldn’t half of that be enough?
And even a tenth of it could keep a million children as glad
As I was, as long as your parents give you the love that you deserve,
you gotta give your kids your trust for them to learn whether you’re doing it
together or taking turns
You gotta be there ‘cause they need to know that you are concerned
Meeting adjourned, I’m ready to hunt
Ready to bump mad tunes like Thelonious Monk making me jump higher than when I
be rolling a blunt even my kick drum’s stunned with an aroma of skunk
I played a show for Vinnie Paz last month
He smiled to me and said that I reminded him of Pun ̈ So I, said in a giggle I
wanna give you a symbol of respect
Now I officially commit to the rhythm of lungs
What up is? I represent the H-S-P
You got Home Studio Productions to beat
So, what up is? See I got the maddest of crews you haven’t a clue, M-B,
the baddest of dudes
Ha, what up is? You won’t see me grabbing the cheese, Instead I’ll be forever
happily chilling on streets So, what up is? I know exactly what to do
Attacking the suits, bitch-slapping them back when they sue