Illastrate - 1ove lyrics

[Intro] What up Now we bout to bring this to a close Just wanna shout out my brotha Illastrate For providing some real fly sounds for me to like, get loose over Man, it's Monday/Friday Yeah, It's the city baby! You know it's (Wonda) Yeah, Ha, Working Cla** Music man It's been a pleasure Shout out to the listeners out there, the supporters No matter whether you're Day 1, or yesterday [Verse 1] Hold up man, bring it back Yeah, Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, Yeah, Yeah I wasn't even gonna spit to this Just shout a couple people out, maybe reminisce But to waste this instrumental gift I would've been remissed Would have sent the final mixes off, feelin' pissed So let's do it cause the night's still young And only turn on the lights if a fights begun We made it real hard to bite this one Yo they couldn't say rhymes like these if I write them some We represent the days prier and mon So you shoulda known twice that the time has come Man i sounds old school if your mind is young I'm a pretty smart dude, but these lines are dumb Retarded as sh**, you k**ed it but I martyred this sh** When I put the bullet points inside the audio clips I'm improvising like it's part of the script Let em know how just hard it is to find an artist like this I know its rare for them, cause most cats is embara**ing All they do is say yo, like self-centered central americans With hands close to they balls like they're a mans Extending them for that, but I just seen where they been So, no thanks Keep them dudes in the low ranks They make the same old tape But ours look like snowflakes No 2 alike, cause we ain't up in this clone race That sh** is so fake Dudes can't even flow straight Don't ever write a check on a phonograph You phony a**, can't go and cash like I'm supposed to laugh You're better off pouring Morton's on an open gash It's Working Cla** Music Yeah we got the dopest staff Get more rub than a lamp for genies And what you wishin' fo? Land or a Lamborghini From the land where they wanna ban graffiti Where you can get shot with a can in your hand to see me But we already know the world can break your heart But you still gotta find a way to make your art Put together what they can't take apart Ironic how they wanna see you burn, but they hate ya spark Don't it make you feel blue like the moon in the daytime Asking who's rhymes are nastiest on tracks And they say mine It's the young blood who stayed off gun club Back in the point now, but you know it's still (1ove) [Outro] [?]