[Intro]
Maneuver through the eons the brightest light is neon..

[Verse 1: Cho$en]
Was told I would never grab the mic
But something felt right
Despite all of my doubts and thoughts
My psyche is never lost
Artist turned arsonist
Still burning my mark on it
Of sorts I circle the game
Off course I turn like centripetal force
Like a vulture over a rotten corpse
Never to penetrate my fortress it's rigamortis to these rappers
Rapping fake rappers into raptures
Turnt a chapter can't hear the screams over the laughter
Mastering pieces while trying to master my pieces
Dispersing verses, diagnosed a genius since a fetus
Too high for them to see us turning the lost into believers
Ushering in these new cats sorta like Justin Beiber
These critics they just don't get it this Kidd will never quit it
Holy flow you think that the bars were heaven sent it
Clever with it calm and steady gifted
See how my lane shifted
Rhyming so disrespectful I can smack Satan with it
My time is far from over
These times are getting colder
I won't be fine till I'm.. literally the game's beholder
Resting on my shoulders
I feel I'm getting closer
But I'm in need of closure
These flames are getting older..

[Hook: Cho$en]
Ayo..This that crack nigga
Yo..We bringing it back nigga
Yea..This that crack nigga
From the roots to Chiraq nigga
Ayo..This that crack nigga
Say yo..We bringing it back nigga
This that crack nigga
Hip hop, we bringing it back nigga

[Verse 2: Mr Yuck]
I'm the voice of the oppressed like a rebel in protest
On the corners with hustlers in the streets with the homeless
Y'all worshipping Yeezus? Boy please I'm Moses
I was sent from the gods to come and lead the hopeless
Ima profit homie, if ya profit homie
Y'all sold y'all soul to the devil for fame I stole the wallet homie
Get it? I don't need a deal ima make it
And all these rappers flashing their money ima take it!
Man, I'm on my grind I'm gon shine
I'm so focused
Put me in a cypher I swear to god I'm dopest
This no diss, just thought I put all on y'all on notice
And if you gotta problem I ain't coppin..old Otis
Ima son of a hustler, King pin..y'all customers
My squad skinny but we push weight like we muscular
See I don't trap they told me to emcee
I'm just connected to the plug like a USB
Y'all in college running with Reggie like USC
Boy this pac hitting heads like UFC
I do this b..
Young hoodlum hooligans Ji ruling them
If you want war it's murder like Ja rule and them!

[Hook: Mr Yuck]
Yeah..this that crack nigga
Pg we on the map nigga
Yeah..this that crack nigga
We came a long way from the trap nigga
Yeah..this that crack nigga
Real hip hop death of you Rap niggas

[Verse 3: Cho$en]
Yo.. I feel as though I'm in a cycle
Hope I ain't the one tired like unicycles
Rest in peace to all my rivals
Giving the people God's quotes like from the Bible
Walk in my sandals, one rhyme could leave the world in shambles
A young Sinatra my logics too hard to handle
Like a Rondo with no hands be aware this just a sample
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
With every breath I fear no evil with every rhyme that I stretch
But if it was God's plan then I could never understand
How a nigga feel so powerful with a mic in his hand
Nothing less than expected
How can a nigga regret shit?
Like back in the days when I was always rejected
So now, I count my blessings, evading all my stressing
To determine my curses lurking within all my lessons
Started a new age of rhyming just call it my perfect timing
As my thoughts strike my pen till I find my silver lining.. Yea

[Hook]