Declaration

Lyrics

[Intro: Posdnous] Yo This girl called me the other day and said I'm back in style, yo Hi Pos, heard your shit, back in style, baby Ha [Chorus] You need to stop I declare that only live niggas rap this year Jam's off the meter, yo, this shit is hot There's always one One Wonder why Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains There it is I declare that only live niggas rap this year [Verse 1: Posdnous] The average MC sells terror, we nail terror up against the wall for target practice Not one of your top five MCs, but I see clearly with ease, you lack this Coast to coast, we pop up on your scene like toast, playin' host to your regiment Who rally to boast, but now boast no more, they got floored by the sight of my ledger print I came specifically to fracture your ability to grandstand anywhere next to me This is the year when the true better man keeps the cheddar and writes to his destiny (Word) Timeless episodes of talent got me nominated by the ones who hated me on spittin' tighter Salute these super MCs for bein' clever and never usin' weed as a ghostwriter [Chorus] I declare that only live niggas rap this year (Come on) Jam's off the meter, yo, this shit is hot Run a rapper through a maze like an experiment Yeah, word up I declare that only live niggas rap this year [Verse 2: Posdnous] Contrary to popular truth, these youth are runnin' scared, so in one stare, they gettin' strapped Cash rules nothin' from below the belt, the dick choose to melt, askin' where them dollars at (Where them dollars at?) Must've been bitten by a rabbit actin' silly like that, your pop culture need a diaper change I'm snatchin' the mic like I'm lootin' with a whole lot of shootin' while you're keepin' out of sniper range Your aim's to please, my aim's to freeze you dead center in your tracks with your hands high Ain't no tricks, we set it to fire like Hendrix, all the hard rocks are liquefied All over the scene, makin' it messy, so we make a clean getaway to a better day Can't say the same for them cats who left the game 'cause they couldn't claim the better pay This ain't no masquerade, so the mass parade of people need to stop frontin' (Stop frontin') There's truly a few makin' them hits, while us, we got our mitts closed 'cause you on the field buntin' Make it to third base, but never reach home, the word is, your whereabouts is unknown While we're that point of view that you never really knew with the stitch to keep the cut sewn (De La) [Chorus] I declare that only live niggas rap this year Jam's off the meter, yo, this shit is hot [Outro] Rock-a-bye, baby, on the tree top When the wind blows, the cradle will rock, rock