Termanology - The Mecca lyrics

[Verse 1: Reks] Mucho salute from the booth I'm the truth From the golden era head to the modern-day youths Hyping with the flu son in old or haiku They love what I do from the old to the new Keep it smooth ala CL, rock bells ala B Term and Fyuz on your joint on a beat Now we eat, used to starve even back then Props in the yards Elementary days, kicking my kindergarten, pause Never been forgotten, nah, I am def, them and me Lot of disagreements but about this music we agree It is refreshing to see such reflecting Rebirth of expression return to the essence Plus it's me, adored by the truest Abhored by the newest where swag is the waving flag I'm global with the vocals Just a team when Spot said k** 'em like you 'sposed to And I did that, yep I did that Words through the speaker, Cory keep you where my ribs at See it's love here whereever I'm at Daps and hugs here, Rekka out to Mecca [Verse 2: Termanology] I'm getting major props Plus I'm getting paid a lot Made a stop at the block Got my guap and then- gone Had a dip, had a c-note flip My C-lo hand smooth as a Pinot Grigio sip I see no reason to sit waiting for a f**ing hand-out Be a man, get a job, get some grands out And please stand down if you ain't a stand out Too many rappers and not enough fans now But in the 9-7-8 I'm the man now Ain't nobody can compare and that's hands down I'm on the sand on the beach getting tan With a drink trying come up with a Master P's plan and I got the type of love that you can't pay for Cause I'm a be a real one 'til the graveyard You know the rules, we giving respect due From the Term and Fyuz To the Pete Rock and CL Smooth It's love