Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop

Lyrics

[Intro: Planet Asia] Peace, what's poppin'? Uh, we up there with the ethers Uh, yeah [Verse 1: The Alchemist] Music is my medicine, I smoke calmly I go numb, but level below zombie Stay catatonic, wrapped in mummy cloth Phony baloney bunny hops, but the money talks And now is the only time I listen Vision blurred, tryna choose the proper words to describe my vision Dramatic scene finale, suede green Bali Fourth quarter, my team start to rally Score numbers on the board and tally, laboratory like the telly Bodies laid out on the couch, blunts from the deli Distract me from rubbing my belly It get you stuck between the dirty asphalt and the rubber of my Pirelli It's a spiritual event From above, the miracle is sent, uh [Interlude: Evidence] Yeah, what's popping, Dutch? Where you at? Get up, we right here, baby! (Step, motherfucker, step) [Verse 2: Evidence] I stepped out the door with what I lit up, still twisted Dodging the system, it sees another victim I've been plotting, looking at my plants in the pot And I been looking for the answer, 'cause I dance in the dark I talk a lot of shit, it comes as good intention When them bells rung and names drop, hits as good as mentioned I was looking for a spot, and cut a hole in the fence Then I stepped back and saw my entrance They say time's up, this the dotted where I sign up This the lotto where I find bucks This the motto that defined us, coming out the gates in forces Lord choirs, dropping shit like some horses Uh, the house holy but the office corporate This life pricy, but the war absorbed it So don't blame me for the caution 'Cause I ain't trying to get lost, no, I cannot afford it [Verse 3: Blu] Nah, this is not my love song, I mix my magic 'til the sun dawns Busting like shotties to send the doves home Blood, bone ripping in the rolls of my toes Kissing my foes, looking for when I'm kicking my flows I visit home, spit to get in the zone, pimp the bowls on the stroll Uh, rolling up the mistletoe, getting stoned My kid's at home, missus I'm with is grown, my minutes on Nigga, Bonita's on a mission, she getting on We got it like bitches that gossipin', shit wildin' type Wildin' like we just got the island patrol, the style is like A lion mount, climbing a mount, tryna break the throne And set a staple like the Los Angeles Lakers forum Same place that my cousin got them scrapers from Play me dumb, I brought him right back to the stadium, nigga Uh, palladium nuggets, pre-macadamia Fucking raps be immaculate, couldn't imagine making them Mack emotionless, master records like I'm slaving them Sarah Palin, paraphasia, these shades dangling I can't stop, won't stop, putting pieces together Pull my TEC from the dresser, no one could do it better [Verse 4: Tristate] Witness the mathematic equation of greatness, homeostasis Lab rat, resemble the same symbol as Masons Cash that, the wizardry vividly paints imagery Cash stacks, a flash in a frying pan of misery,  Usually loves company, so I keep a strap, if she come for me I'm blowing her back, triumphantly The actual facts finesse pyramid fanatics While trafficking crack, I seen sphinx get beheaded Unique physique, I had to pad my mystique Divine degree, felt my aura being breached Retreat (Hold up), back to the drawing board, my shiny sword Cut through the cadence for wages, I design and score I'm so designer, Lord, sail boat insignia Stitched it to my ironing board, burn you to oblivion (Woo) Paraben free, terrible being Higher than a red eye flight, so who you overseeing? [Verse 5: Donel Smokes] All together, for every single letter better my character Find self tucking on that walker pocket, the derringer If we ever up and close – uppercut, comatose Waxed-out money sounds, based up on a different note Thin line, thinner rope, tip-toeing my way through A-woo-ta-be-lay-he, leave demons I'm bout to scave through 'Cause I ain't got the time for it, ignore it, I must Burning one, knowledge of son moving forward, and I trust The lust doesn't get the best of me, gotta maneuver carefully Thought the world was ready, but really wasn't prepared for me And my kind, I shines, you do the equivalent This is what I'm dedicated to, no need for membership, see I reminisce over the doja, days looking over my shoulder Didn't have to worry much, my older brother was there Gang warfare fueled in the fire still But I can't stop, won't stop building, I never will [Verse 6: Krondon] Yeah, yeah, for probable cause, I'll probably Peer pressure, have you breaking the law, berate 'em all Since 6th grade, bathroom stalls, kissing girls Might've missed my call, my missile is drawn, my spirit is torn Scrolls on sixteen bars Not a soul to assist me, empathy gone Imperial echelon, tell my enemies, "Carry on," yeah Comparing Kron' to Genghis Khan, my gang Strong Taking chances that Lance Armstrong made wrong The band kept a Brooklyn trombone and played on Smoking ounces out over the couch, was counting sheep then Bouncing on Little Bo-Peep but made it home, we didn't sleep Surrounded by the elite, I'm from the sewer deep Not if you from my suites, if you, they can't compete And I just pray the Lord care enough to carry me Apparently, long way from the scale of parakeets The scary street set, niggas at school scared of me Ha, yeah, I'm really a nice guy, man [Verse 7: Chace Infinite] I rarely see the solidarity Necessary to being in unison with universal family And it's the point of your existence, we searching for similarities Between the fabric of dreams and altered realities People are fabricated to portray a personality If the image is tainted, then the person is a casualty Thoughts relate rapidly, written with such majesty,  The author has to be considered at the level of mastery We don't paint pictures, we sit and chisel the masterpiece And make it hard for the average to rap after me Ironically, micronicly despise my typography The mind is steady minding, eyes capture the photography A life without monotony, Stylissa inside the Massadine Traveling amongst the people, things I never thought I'd see Appear to me, appeal to me, dreams becoming real for me It's surreal, but how I feel, you can never kill the Infinite, G [Verse 8: Planet Asia] E-E-E-E-Energizer, visualizer, civilizer City rider, Spider-Man web, internet intertwining Silver lining, diamond mine to mind of a diamond, refine and Analyze that I'm grinding, I was not made for 9-to-5'ing Design a rhyme in two time in 100K displayed science The universal giant, Mother will from Zion Splash bars, Master Fard, Black Allah, Black Arabia Plus lessons manifested from a elder's cranium – open sesame The recipe is solely language, invested in me Powers that swift, forever changing Champions to champs to find a champ, bust at your skully Champion raps, Champion hoodies; would he Not be the man of the hour If majority of the niggas in the game was really like ours? Good question; for this I was chose, I didn't choose What it do? Just a little something for my nigga Blu – what