We hip hop stories and hip hop ten times a day So word your hypness, I ain't bailing no hay Ain't chopping no crop, but still throwing every day It's about to sound from the wonders ground From the underground, down down a hill, through household, down, drown, smile, smile to frown, snap the crowns to ground Beat down, so thumbing on me don't come around Tippy, tippy, boy, tippy, tippy boy Since I'm creeping up, I eat em up, just now they're older than loose boys Beat them this one and that one and then that's why I said, out and I didn't miss my friend.

Who's your viewers, neither them or Bartle Lewis Stewart.

You could have boots of shoes and can't afford some kitties gonna call me Sir2, looking for her crew.

Gitty shit that this is a curfew.

I put on context for poops, step through truths and leave poop My problem solver name is Booth I'm hitting Woody's in a hoodie, beat the Joe's and Joe Ben, Joe doesn't lay in every hood, G That's right, my fighters ill, he's back to O in that sequence Nice and stupid, safe and still I live in half of hip hop This is the power to say I get props and hip hop So hip hop hey ho hey ho