Back 2 Basics - Diamond District

Living in tenements, fat raps, living in

Trying to get in a Benz, fat raps, dipping in

Linens in Finn’s lot, King’s life, dapper

Rapper might get cash after mic spitting and

After lights dimming and women in place

Sing tight, get it in, capture, audience’s captor

Vated all the way, before the greatest

In the latest pair of jeans like bastards

It seems like after us, crashed in, shit you spin, stop

Style been around like promiscuous pot

This is that knot, that guap music

In this rap, even the cops lose it, loose it, choose shit

New shit, that’s what they yelling man

Judas, cruc-shit, that’s what I’m selling man

Choose it, better out the speaker out the box

Like a pair of sneakers that I never wear, I get the cheddar man

Stay

Rolling up smoking the drow, I’m writing, perfecting the flow

You know 'bout the X and the O, the one that be sexing your ho

Oddisee probably gotta be one of the hottest, see

While you, listen religiously like its prophesy

YU, dapping my nigga, we like a '93

Version of de la, day hive commodities

You futuristic, beefing the district, pay us a visit

Kick it with us, you see why they relate, Atlantic to Pacific

Being specific, we rhyme’s only trinity

Divinity, still enough plans to get plenty T’s

That nigga saying, «when you blow up, remember me»

If not, they’ll assassinate your ass like Kennedy

Three’s a crowd, eat your sprouts, every one

What he says, we own the store, faking like we just browsed

They watching for us in the morning like we Regis now

My Kathy Lee is glad to eat, and sit your weak ass down

Yeah

As soon as you

Push the button, you done lit the —

And I ain’t scared of nothing

With my talking, inside my rhymes busting

Like a specialist, never miss, definitely dropping 'em

Target, we boggarting, incompetence got a problem

Neck breaks sounds placed, beside 'em old cassette tapes

Gritty, capital city of death, we doing it that way (That way)

Exactly how I’m supposed to sound, vent his funky ass

Hold your nose when you pass, we foul with it like uhh

Trifling, excuse me, shit on loosely

Profusely use sweets like an Uzi, I broom sweep

Unique, you weak, seek help or sweep quick

Attempt your whip, shit, over diam (ond) you get bent

In half, I laugh, in rappers faces, stacked papers

Just to make end’s meet, working that grave shift

This back in the day shit, inspired by the great ones

And we just on the way in, yeah back 2 basics

See hip hop fit me like a glove

That I put on for my city, on for the love

On for the gritty for the polish, with me

It’s a whole team full of artists above

The subparness of what really

Should be regarded as garbage and tossed in a shrub

But yet, I’m lost in the will, and bewildered

By who got the clout in the game and who willed it

Greedy niggas shilled it, smart ones revealed it

Some kin of me, go become enemies and steal it

Real shit, maybe because I live on a hill that

My politics, trill, and the real niggas feel it

And this is absurd, a nigga from the 'burbs

Got nerve, saying bringing rap back to the curb

Its not about nerve, but words

The minds, and the action, in the racks, and I’m so verb