Style Wars - Chuck Strangers, Joey Bada$$

I want to thank God for this vibe

I’m just laid up high

Thinkin' «fuck a job, I’d rather boss up on

Something I believe in»

Sonic and aesthetically pleasing

Niggas claiming they the best while Rakim still breathing

Do your Googles nigga

I’m in control of things

God and I move together as two

Manifesting the moves

Steady blessing the crew

We worry ya with the rhyming

Shoutouts to Oakland, but the warriors from Coney Island

On them roof tops, lit one up for 2Pac

'Cause this is murder rap

Thinking how quick we grew up, low-key insane

My best friend she snort 'caine, guess life was like a dice game

Should I risk it with the biscuit?

That’s when the cops came

The dynamic of my whole block changed

Yo it’s a John Stark reality, New York mentality

Faded and miseducated, twenty-four years he made it

Now niggas can express they selves, yo

Sometimes I need to be alone

Turn off the MP', shut off my phone and just zone

I think of home when I need to be strong

We’re rolling up, no more hitting the bong

It’s just different phases I’m on, when I be writing these songs

You can hear my heart sing the tales of the light that the dark bring

The dark sing pain and prosperity

Chopped the new shipment now I got all my equipment

So I’m plotting on some necklaces, Mercedes or the Lexus shit?

You could see it in my eyes, I got niggerish endeavors

They gon' try to hide or make it sound clever

While the metronome tick like a fake Rolex

I’m wondering who hoes next

I just wanna fuck you, singing ass bitch

Don’t take the curve personal, I’m just not tryna work with you

I’mma be stunting on all the lame niggas who pass me

When me and Sylvie drop Ashley, it’s no more being ashy, huh

And that’s my word

I been fiendin' for progress as much as dollars

Fuck that tee, rock a collar

A business man is always proper

I can’t listen to what they taught ya

My flow is as pure as your daughter on her way to kindergarten

Now the conflicts is starting, and everybody watching

Plus your desire to be poppin'

Could have the illest nigga out here weighing his options

We past the days of «Yes, y’all and»

Most of my heroes ain’t balling, they falling

Step behind with the law

Can you counteract the allure and still score?

But what’s the higher level if your shit ain’t real

But my niggas be like playing they selves to have mass appeal

Style Wars, it ain’t even 'bout the bars no more

Niggas just show boat, but really they got no flow

Mainstream sailing, gently down the stream

Flopping out the waterfall, a dollar and a scheme

But what does it all mean?

Let’s take a dive deep way beneath the surface

You see, it’s clowns in the circus and they all lack purpose

Oblivious to what worth is

I’m serious, the brightest of 'em when it comes to spittin' verses

I been sicker than your average, it’s practice

Nowadays rap is just deadbeats and ad-libs

It’s backwards, these bastards just disrespect the art that the forefathers

never even passed 'em

It’s blasphemy, I gotta blast 'em

I see through your act, homie, can’t school me on passion

I’m about that action

They talk just to get a reaction

Me?

I stay powered up, no battery acid

Sheesh, haha, You feel me like

Smooth flow just to get them limbs relaxing

Cut class just to give you these classics

My homie Chuck Strange told me shoot that actress

I said I move slow just to cruise through traffic