Verse 1: Hindsight remains the only 2020 Someday we gonna win this unlike Harry Caray Wurthy that bastard man how dare he I rhyme revolutionary so alert your dignitaries 16s remain my drug no narc anonymous My flavor like dry rub, the cook up marvelous Reporters fond of us, cover us like a throw rug If bars the engine P Dub must be the spark plug You catch my verse you’re privy to my presentation No Zion, my rhymin lift you up new elevations My relationship with mics, aye, no complications Silence is deafening so lemme push the conversation My sensational cadence over production flagrant Listeners leave comfort zones for my tones they vagrant “I'm just a kid” with a “simple plan” to go Locomotive on tracks, I think I can I think I can Hook: The state of Hip Hop, regardless of opinion Is in critical condition and I have suspicions Why the next gen listens to substance missing We need to put the disease back into remission So here’s a ticket homie, ayo free admission To a classic rendition respecting founding tradition Envisioning heads throwing fists up for this one Use your intuition to resurrect the mission Verse 2: We stay true vibe purveyors, us rhymesayers Been at it long enough to deal with all road blocks major but Like Don Gorske at McDonalds, it's billions I'm servin' I'm undoing my mileage like a born again virgin Lyrical suburban drunk drivin' and swervin' Chaotic, spasmodic at times, the way my verb bend Definitely a threat when I clutch mics I got a soft touch, my poetic type how could they dislike My music invites energy and attention Hoping to sustain, opposite plot of regression Provision of bliss, verses makin' more doh than Homer On your favorite corner like a street performer, drop this beat in My mind’s swimming pool, lifeguards know I'm too deep in Best take inventory prevent ignorance creep in Endless hunt for months to curtail kids silly stunts Ain't finna let these bad apples spoil the bunch Verse 3: Stayin' underground, on this hip hop sound One of a kind Wurthy a wonder with his strings unwound I stay smooth fit and grow, watch me prove it yo My records get more net play than John McEnroe Real rap sales low, industrial proletariat But with power and class - celebrate my art from here and back While no talent ass clowns lambast over tracks crass You the main bozo in the circus we laugh en masse If Hip Hop my daughter I'm a parent to cowards Reprimand ya if you ain't get her back at a decent hour I drop more keys than janitors, skill ambassador On the topic of lyrics, damn how good did we have it before Like most, I was thrust into that pressure to conform Sell out like Blink tickets, but my testimony is sworn To keep it real word to mother, they think they future like Hoverboards, but all they do is hover our cocks brother

Verse 1: Hindsight remains the only 2020 Someday we gonna win this unlike Harry Caray Wurthy that bastard man how dare he I rhyme revolutionary so alert your dignitaries 16s remain my drug no narc anonymous My flavor like dry rub, the cook up marvelous Reporters fond of us, cover us like a throw rug If bars the engine P Dub must be the spark plug You catch my verse you’re privy to my presentation No Zion, my rhymin lift you up new elevations My relationship with mics, aye, no complications Silence is deafening so lemme push the conversation My sensational cadence over production flagrant Listeners leave comfort zones for my tones they vagrant “I'm just a kid” with a “simple plan” to go Locomotive on tracks, I think I can I think I can Hook: The state of Hip Hop, regardless of opinion Is in critical condition and I have suspicions Why the next gen listens to substance missing We need to put the disease back into remission So here’s a ticket homie, ayo free admission To a classic rendition respecting founding tradition Envisioning heads throwing fists up for this one Use your intuition to resurrect the mission Verse 2: We stay true vibe purveyors, us rhymesayers Been at it long enough to deal with all road blocks major but Like Don Gorske at McDonalds, it's billions I'm servin' I'm undoing my mileage like a born again virgin Lyrical suburban drunk drivin' and swervin' Chaotic, spasmodic at times, the way my verb bend Definitely a threat when I clutch mics I got a soft touch, my poetic type how could they dislike My music invites energy and attention Hoping to sustain, opposite plot of regression Provision of bliss, verses makin' more doh than Homer On your favorite corner like a street performer, drop this beat in My mind’s swimming pool, lifeguards know I'm too deep in Best take inventory prevent ignorance creep in Endless hunt for months to curtail kids silly stunts Ain't finna let these bad apples spoil the bunch Verse 3: Stayin' underground, on this hip hop sound One of a kind Wurthy a wonder with his strings unwound I stay smooth fit and grow, watch me prove it yo My records get more net play than John McEnroe Real rap sales low, industrial proletariat But with power and class - celebrate my art from here and back While no talent ass clowns lambast over tracks crass You the main bozo in the circus we laugh en masse If Hip Hop my daughter I'm a parent to cowards Reprimand ya if you ain't get her back at a decent hour I drop more keys than janitors, skill ambassador On the topic of lyrics, damn how good did we have it before Like most, I was thrust into that pressure to conform Sell out like Blink tickets, but my testimony is sworn To keep it real word to mother, they think they future like Hoverboards, but all they do is hover our cocks brother