Rock The Bells

Now yo, what is this, you couldn't write it with a publicist
Need to start it over like the world's corrupt governments
Last man standing when the bombs are dropped over us
No remains of the lame that's blown into dust
It's like the streets be steady talking like a dry snitch
My brothers hoping I open it like a wide ditch
Do it on the rhyme tip, leave steel for the constructs
It ain't my fault or my thoughts yo if ya rhymes such
I just design such, Power like the letter P
Anybody biting the style, charge them a mega fee
I let it be, could only change what the hands grasp
Don't need Stacy or Dame to make a man dash
The 'REAL' has, risen like ya Christ did
HipHop bridge gaps from Blacks to White kids
Notorious, I gloriously write BIG
V-2-G, not Williams sun, where my Hype live
Twist raps, like a bartender twist lids
Rap-attic, bring the Illmatic like outta Queensbridge
Silence them like mutes or my man Knight
A hundred bars against my sixteen's a fair fight
So get ya ears right, this heir type, with fellowship
The pen got beef with the beat, I let them settle it...

HooK: Rock The Bells


Ayo I'm still soul humbling, hungering for the outreach
Really it's a blessing of SPIRIT that make the mouth speak
Allow me to take ya'll to next lev
It all makes sense like pondering on ya deathbed
You hear that ringing? Thats the crying of a whole culture
Magnetic, rhyme edits are still Ultra
Rhyme rookies turn them mushy like a plate of okra
Seal the fates of rhyme fakes and interlopers
I crossed over like Wade on the shake down
It's not drug dealers & killers that's holding weight now
The great sounds alive and are revamped
Not from Miami but my Heat could make a dog pant
You caught a glance, but ya vision still within a tunnel
The rhyme punch is like the impact of brass knuckles
The mind infants are nipples, they all suckle
Trying to uphold an image that'll never love you
See we could do it how you do it, if you really want to
But keep it Fresh Amazingly with the steady 1, 2
2, where the stage we're stepping to
With the undertaker missing, we still would bury you...

Hook: Rock The Bells