[Scratching]
"Rhyme for the streets"

[Verse One]
Must love hip hop
Do it when I'm not in the mood
Smooth it is not the shoes, hip hop in the groove
To the day and rhyme late, lines 25-8
Eyes on the prize, Rise like the crime rate
Breathe it or leave it, believe it or thieve it
You like it or need it, you true with it or keeping a secret
You like it or lump it, I like it so I write it and dump it
If you love it then set it free or you don't even want it
Then I lose sleep
[?] don't play
And I dig deep, she gon' bust oil one day
And then the plan sessions in private hand gestures
This is how the van meshes, rappers in the stands guessing
They next word, I'mma say like they damn Kreskin
I'll tell the cabbie, Cali till the different plan set in
Ain't time to start my rally
Ain't time to fart and boast
This ain't a Laffy Taffy
Don't open this with jokes

[Scratching]
"Represent"
For the streets gotta
"Represent"
For the fans
"Represent"
For the streets
"Represent"
For hip hop c'mon
"Represent"
For the fans gotta
"Represent"
The streets want it
"Represent"
For the fans
"Represent"
"Rhyme for the streets"

[Verse Two]
So I try to keep steady with my mind off balance
Mind off static, competition my own challenge
I want planets...sun, rise in the east
Floss when you smile still my style in your teeth
I can make this verse last long for thousands of weeks
Spread from the east to the west mountain peak to the beach
To the sea and beneath, life's a tease on the cheek
But not the flavor of the week so be easy/discreet
And she get charmed long on songs, casual cover
A walking time bomb, bomb arm in Mario Brothers
Calm, chill out like fishing throw the hook out and reel
And if they bite the bait, it's just your fate and your skill
So I'm spitting while I'm speaking slob, reason for the salad guard
Everybody laughs at y'all even English palace guards
I feel the madness on, I do battle raps and How To's
Against my valid spar, I don't give a fuck about you

[Hook]

[Verse Three]
No matter if you the champ now, future or former
Even if your style's been around as long as you want is
I got the facts, nobody's telling me crap
Adapt on the track or be the wooly mammoth of rap
See my contractionary acts like when Pontiffs attack
I'm half sleep when I rap, I ain't conscious like that
It's textbook execution, Timeless Matter's my name
Mad it can't be created or destroyed only changed
Now you want a deal we ask while builders and ferrys drop
Living with their varied past, bodies under coffee shops
Party till the party stops
Drunk, loud people laughing
Didn't know she was a cop, thought it was a stripper acting
Rhyming is a gut reaction, timing and gifts from God
Wrap it and give it to you, He just let me sign the card
Knowing I flow I like it and I only like the nicest
See this ain't boastful writing
This is called a poet license

[Hook]