Verse 1 T-Rifik
Soon as I wake up
I throw my slippers on Then hit my padio
Tell the world Good morn
How ya doin I Rifik to you noobies
And ya I get that money I dont use the term loosely
Getting paper no looseleaf
Your dame swinging like loose teeth
She try and get to me no roofie
But if she think she gettin a dolla she goofy
Im like Stevie let em know tho
Everywhere I go paparazzi snappin photos
Hit the bar money gettin thrown call me Romo
Buy the bar out club owner like "oh no"
I'm sorry but I'm live
And my schedule is clear so I'm here for the night
So if you down with me let's ride
And I'm a show you how to live life aight

Hook - Stevie Kincade
Disconnect from your intellect
& Just move
music fillin up your mind
It cuts through
Throwing down the gauntlet man
Its our move
Anyway you look at it
we cant lose
Nothing here to think about it
Just move
Changin your emotional state
new mood
Jesus I was jokin bout the dead
(Too soon)
And now we throw ya wholly over the edge
With no choice
just move

Verse 2 The Ranger
It's past 2 got a few brews inside of me
In a seat but this hot beat's inviting me
Excite I might have to stride right to the finest
Her highness tight in a white dress
Tonight Im minus my shyness
Her chest big but let's just stick to politeness
She take a cigerette out and request me to light it
I light it
Conversation now, how do I strike it up
No Time cos she's grinding
Grabs her dress and she hike it up
My pipe is up like a puppy I'm slobberin
Raise my bottle and gobble it
I'm not dancing Im wobbling
She put her hands on my shoulders Im overloading
I'm noting emotion
Man she really floating my boat and I'm hoping
Speak in her ear I say "hey what's your name"
She says "What?"
Music loud so I'm repeating the same
She says "What?"
One more try this time making a joke
She says "What?"
I say forget it put my tongue down her throat, It's on

HOOK

Verse 3 - Mikal kHill
khillmatic tragic, on the mic i’m fucking magic
but get me in a crowd i turn into a spastic
i hate social situations
inebriation is step one
at the bar polishing off a bottle a jack like a loaded gun
dudes don’t get what i’m on, mean mug me ashey walk by
be looking at me funny because my gear is busted and not fly
odds are if you don’t know my first name i want you to die
tell you up front i prolly came here alone
if i’m not rapping i’m ready to go home
you’re the opening act, oh word, great set man
pull that shit in charlotte, you’d a been a fucking dead man
i’m just playing. or maybe i’m not.
i keep a hammer under my seat, in case it goes down in the parkinglot.
can i live? failing that can i at least get back to crib?
i’ll keep doing my thing, stay offa my dick.

HOOK
Verse 4 - Stevie Kincade
Looks like another club banger
Stacked like a sanga
We print original script like a manga
humming like an aircraft hanger
Your gonna rue tring to box with a kanga
Stevie Kincade making you bounce
Ill have whatevers your pleasure
I Just know thta mine is an ounce
freestyle very lame but Im good when it counts
Thats why Im dropping ill shit
in intermittant amounts
With no announcements
Everybody pay us your dues
If your in Melbourne, Sydney
Charlotte or from Newport News
Had to learn a few hard truths
BUt now I know exactly where Im going
dont be slowing me down
Theres a little too much stagnation
Im Not the kinda guy who'l be known for his patience
When theres too much on my mind I just cast it aside
So Come along its one hell of a ride if you would

HOOK