Yea, c'mon

C'mon, yea, c'mon

Let's take a trip but not of the physical

Sense of direction on a kid who's artistical

Through a gallery of thoughts, of course it's dope

Pay it tough like the name on my rope

Watch it be weary instead of steppin wit the boys

A musical massacre of inadequate noise

By the new authority 'cause of majority

Of peers who hear will award superiority

To those who know you knew now it's inedable

I laid the track and it's simple unforgettable

Time had hold me better than gold, I sold

And in front of a group of soul is a new episode

So like see if you can grab a pawn yet another one

Take it to the everyday like it's done the son

Words connected up to another degree

And if an artist who planned it there, potrait of a masterpiece

It's unquestionable

The lyrice used, the D.O.C.'s a professional

Nothing exquisite to prohibit you from listening up

Crisp and clean that I'm only seven up

I preside ill dippy dope to frantic to panic

And just a man on a mission wit something more in the attic

I'm just an ordinary, faring very few

Do it to the mic, is the D.O. to the C., you

Made the choice that doesn't need to pretend

I'm on the extend, I know about the ?(elevator end)?

But anytime between I'm spinning

Play strong, write it like it never ending

Keep creating while suckers are hating me now

Keep the upper hand 'cause the respond is gonna plow

No one can handle the physical torture

I've been taking and no matter what, I'll support'cha

Goals and dreams although is seems it won't come true

All of that is up to you, yo

But if you can't handle

You need a check, 'cause rap