The Rite (feat. Twista)

Yea Anno Yea Wish Get them, get them, get them Yea Twista How I'm flowing, it's like open-heart surgery You can never murder me while I'm currently Checking and recollecting the way it was wrecking records And stepping on second guessing and still collecting currency (money) See, the way I'm acting is I can really amaze and nod up A daze into my profession aggression And my ability to handle it's how I can channel And use it to my advantage and make it work for me (boss) I do what I like, see what I'm like No media hype, me what am I meteorite Fluid a while new with a style a view as a child Pedialyte (that was cold) I am a shooter go through your medulla If you want a ruler then I'm going to bring the lion down I am never lying down I can break a giant down to a medium height Where the meteor strike Not that I'm popular with the poppers Haters be watching us with binoculars I could just hear them all crying when they see how I rhyme In my prime, they transform like Optimus I only do it because I'm great Flowing I be killing in the paint Let them know they can't stop us Tracks and beats is all knockers Tailored for the Midwest monster Worldwide chopper, Twista I got coffins full of money, yea, yea They think I copped this for the money, yea, yea Yea, yea Yea, yea I won't drop this for the hunnids, yea I been doing this true to this Some of them call me the light I been cooking up like a religion So some of them call me the rite You know I step with a blessing Block off the source, it gets hectic Cocky or not, better check it Handle your car before you wreck it I go bananas All on the road with the answers God in my soul and I'm handsome High-school pro James Randle Way too free high-step like a prancer Aye, I'm too lifted, he want me to man up I know his trick, he want to build a ransom Mimick the free, hit him with the sandles (yeah) Didn't nobody ever say he was loose Only one with final say is the Truth Even if there is decay in the roots, yea (yea) You got some you want to say then shoot I ain't chicken, I don't play in the coup Another list, another day in the booth (ooh) Kind of like moving, ain't got to choose it Flow like the music (flow like the music) I hit the gas even with my last Shoot out like the Uzi (yeah) I can't pretend with Him Man, I would lose everything (everything) I can only be who I am And He's my only aim, yea I got coffins full of money, yea, yea They think I copped this for the money, yea, yea Yea, yea Yea, yea I won't drop this for the hunnids, yea