[Intro: Sterling Duns]
I think my whole team about to just...
Flex on 'em
Flex on 'em
I guess I'm first to go 'head and rap on 'em
I'm a flex on 'em
Flex on' em
Shout out to Banks...genius
[Verse 1: Sterling Duns]
Nooooo no banks you're k**ing them
Chiropract' tomorrow, at least someone will be feeling him
My back's been hurting tons
It could be cause that I'm dealing with
The drama and these problems of tryna make it in the music biz
True story, true words baby
Tunnel vision mission
I'm Mario the dream is Daisy
Shout out to the crew, we too legit like Hammer
Give us some mics and minutes, yea this place will go bananas
I am Sterling, 25
I done told you about my life
Now let me tell you how I live
I live it up until I die
I was close to just quitting, but my homie left a message
I partned up with the movement
It worked out, that plyomterics
This ain't average, this ain't regs
We are sick, beats our meds
Never quit, that's our pledge
Cold as ice, close the fridge
We don't want beef, I'm a veg
Kept it clean, I took a bath
Keep it mean, that Debo plan
To keep it real we will not fail
When I was young I was afraid
I found solace in my soul it's
Amazing when you heat up that's when shoulders get the coldest
Each mixtape, one step closer to the crew's magnum opus
And I got do it fast, I see the shadow of the vultures
[Verse 2: Young Leo DaVinci]
Man these haters are some vultures
When your dreams are out of focus
And they hoping they can smoke us
While their bogus vibes invoke us
They hopeless, don't approach us
Move from Taurus to the tour bus
Be obnoxious with my brosephs
And live larger than a porpoise
Man these verses is our purpose
So we put the beats in hearses
And they jealous so they curse us
Got more talent than a circus
For certain this is worth it
So we pushing, no inertia
Sickly rhymes like they got MRSA
Love the game so please elope us
Movement robust
Lesson is you never doubt ‘em
I'm fighting Dwayne Johnson before I hit the rock bottom
This frat boy swagger cooking rhymes like chicken ramen
Cause this mind sharper than the kitchen at Benihana
Balling like Ibaka
Heating up just like a sauna
Dream of houses for my mama
While I'm chilling in Guyana
With a girlie from the islands
Take this dream outside my eyelids
With these hits that we supplying
Andy Brinker flow, keep grinding
We leave them doubts behind us
Going hard when we ain't trying
Make these whack bols a pariah
Sharp rhymes will slash ya tire
Young bol out of suburbia
My crew fly, but I am biased
So come and peep the styles
Got groups of our rivals crying
Quite simply I'm the finest
Cla**ic mixtape be so timeless
Move on over, but don't mind us
Shine is brighter than Orion
Well is never drying
While we're striving for the sky and
Pretty soon it'll be our time
The king is here, call me your highness
[Hook: Sterling Duns]
Flex on 'em
We flex on 'em
Now who's next to come on and rap on 'em
Yo flex on 'em
Yeah flex on 'em
Now who's next to come on and rap on 'em: SD
[Verse 3: SDeez]
Yo Banks, man this beat is really dope
Somebody kick away the competition's chair and leave em roped
Watch them choke
My bad, am I wild'in
That I imagine violence
When I close my eyelids?
Rappers selling these lies, but I ain't buying
On my own I'm deep in the zone, like Favre was throwing it
Flow so sick I'm throwing up rhymes, I could not hold them in
Flow so sick I'll unleash Hyde, I could not hold him in
Bring them to they feet, they feel this beat, SDeez is going jn
Though my story isn't gory
Don't ignore me, Robert Horry
Promise I will make it and my team will reap the glory
So it's
Hands up, like we rocking the crowd
Makin' mama proud
They tried to shut us down we only grew more loud
If I drove a hearse it would be full in the back
Cause every time I flow I blank and murder the track
Take it as a hostage you ain't getting it back
Fully automatic when I beat on the track
We on the rise like yeast, I'm a beast
Rage unleashed on the streets I'mma eat
Looking for a meal and you looking like a feast
Your team looks whack and we looking like the Heat
You don't want beef, believe that
Say what I mean, I mean rap
Mean what I say , so ease back
k** the whole game bring hip hop back
k** the whole game bring hip hop back
k** the whole game bring hip hop back
[Verse 4: Rick Banks]
I guess I'm anchoring this relay
But Duns, Seanny D, and Keys made this leg real easy
They opened up a crazy lead, so I guess I'm just maintaining
And I just might act a fool like I got no home training
Cause this beat is Wild N' Crazy Kids
And I'm like Omar Gooding
Trying to step out Cuba's shadow
But nobody's really looking
But it's cool, like DJ Drama
I'm just waiting on my moment
And you said I was a square but my shine's multiplying, exponents
And I really don't see an opponent
I'm just doing this for enjoyment
I'm just doing this cause I was chosen
I'm just living my life like it's golden
Jill Scott when the beat drops
The opposite of hot
So cold that I leave mics frozen
My pimp juice not from concentrate
But you know damn well it's focused!
Hocus-pocus
I'm like Magic
Charming, in the clutch I'm cla**ic
Just flexin like elastic
My foursome's so fantastic
You can marvel at our arsenal
Dodge haters cause we artful
With our eyes clear and hearts full
Like Parker Lewis, can't lose
So don't confuse this with something else
I'm not bragging, I promise, I just can't help myself
So sugar pie, honey bunch
We make it happen, Cap'n Crunch
Even my cereal's lyric material
Rebel alliance and you're just imperial
I'm skywalking with my crew
Not Han Solo
A new Hope Solo
Leave you in the dust like Flo-Jo
Lofty like So-Ho
Y'all cats is clowns like Bozo
And I'm back in the game cause of your sloppy play
Shout-out to Tony Romo