Well I co-rock the party in a b-boy stance
I got the mic in my hand and my dick in my pants
Im fresh to d**h and all you mother f**ers know this
I drop one 16 and get the whole crowd going bogus
Its so sick, Subcultures on the decks bringing them pro tips
Hes turning up the ba** until the speakers exploding
We rolled in on highs and we leaving on highs
Smoke the trees and get high, where were reaching is high
Im speaking my mind forget the reason, im high
All you need to know is what your feeling is live
The Hype, The Sounds, get all the crowds bouncing
We raising up the roof from on the ground crouching
CALL THE POLICE! And ring the alarm
Subculture Sage is life and were living it large
Sage brings in the bars, Subculture building the vibe
We stealing lime light you ain’t heard riddems like our
You ain’t heard this style, see what we come with’s different
We conjure up a vibe and pump it out your system
We stick with the gold and we twist it with the new
Dont give a sh** about your view so shut the f** up and just listen
See none know the way, we stunt all your games
And control the rave with d** on our brain
Build riddems and weve bin up for a couple of days
Not slipping never missing see were Subculture Sage
Come with style thats solid as a rock
Staying true playing tunes from that golden hiphop
We jam bring it back like its 1996
We ain’t never coming down because were flying high within
Your ego is what will hold you back
No forward motion unless your integrity’s intact
Keep your head above the sand if your known round your way
Coz were Subculture Sage b**h!