Giving It Back, Pt. 2 - Twit One, Turt

She was New York born and raised

For due cause, grew more and was drawn away

From the corner to the stage, but true form remains

Too raw for the corporate gains

We move forth in the dawnin' days

There is new talk in the sort of fame

Then we bringin' it back a little different

In fact, bringin' my man to deliver the track

Vision a plan as we mission a map

Turt, Twit, and C Tapp kickin' my raps but it’s bigger than that

Givin' Hip Hop its worldwide props, if they’re livin' it fat

Digging for tracks, mix spin it and scratch, flippin' the watts

For cats spittin' the facts start scribblin' raps strippin' it back

Snare kicks in the hearts make your mark

Hittin' the track scraps fillin' the cups in the shade of dark

Killin' it fact to flats picking the track relax kick back

Come (5x)

Come feel the rush of a real hiphop song

Guaranteed to rock and make the microphone steam

And once I got fat rhymes, blow out the deck

Every day all day from sun to sun

Beats the Germans bump fat like Sherman Klump

But me turnin' hunched than that snappers

French rappers with the dopest flow

If you know you know, from Soho to Tokyo

Hiphop crossed the water and the sands

Crossed the border fan to fans, lost in corners of the land

Stormin' on the path of the MP

Then we then free with the pen till is empty

And I’m no man in Poland M. C

Of the dome rappin' Roman if MBS

Broken shows no matter where you rest we

Cross the Globe from Cologne to the Gdański

Breakin' the statica

From Beijing, to Africa, Jamaica to Canada

Can’t break from the habit 'cause

Feel my brain with the classic cuts

Far from gifted just addicted to this rappin' stuff (2x)

Come feel the rush of a real hiphop song

Guaranteed to rock and make the microphone steam

And once I got fat rhymes, blow out the deck

'Cause we don’t stop get it get it

Keep it real when we spit it