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Tyron
Watch me appear on the field, my mission is to chill
I'n'i think 'bout the vibes and not about the dollar bill
I been busy on my rhymes, put some on a layaway
What makes me happy like caribbean carneval on labour day
I love my mama, the hip hop shit we kick is thick
And if you trip you jealous motherfuckers get the dick
'cause now we kick in the door, you never heard it before,
Raw battle reports is what ambassadors stand for,
Making rhymes not war, droppin' lines but don't sniff 'em,
I'm chillin' with my man max and sékou with the spliff an',
Reminisin' about the time the phlow used to rock,
But '98 it's mellowbag and freundeskreis to tie the knot,
Blowin' the spot - what - makin' hip-hop what it is
First's supposed to be the fun then later comes the biz
That's what it is when we droppin' part two
It's undisputed rebel troops achieving victories for you
Yes for you and your people, queens and not cheap ho's,
Commons not deebos, true friends and not the fake bro's,
In it for the love what is deviding us from many,
Breaking thru like shaka zulu for the heart and not the money
Refrain
What 'dem wann' do for stop(pin) you
Mephisto can't strike we down
The rebel (will) come through