Too Late

Hi-Tek

Yo, when the bass thump, the place jump 
Like it's way crunk, yeah, 
Fake punks get they face lumped 
Sent to the most high, by the most fit 
You gotta do, f**k that almost shit 
The fam is close knit 
You diggin', know the clock don't stop tickin' 
Glocks still spittin', the whole block politickin' 
Lik epresidents with they minds dead on arrival 
Leaving no evidence of a struggle for survival 
Songs relevant to the times like the psalms read in the Bible 
Stepping to this leaves thoughts in your head 'it's suicidal' 
It's the T to the A-L-I-B the deep rooter 
Rolling with my wanna battle cats who chief buddha 
And see through the overspecialized, underpressurized 
No lie texturized, emcees who got the masses mesmerized 
with empty rhetoric, they better quit 
Niggas so hollow that they echo like sentiments 

Nowadays rap artists coming half-hearted 
Commercial like pop, or underground like black markets 
Where were you the day hip-hop died? 
Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? (6x) 

Kwa is chillin', Tone is chillin' 
What more can I say, we stay building 
And make killings 
Take children through the wilderness, by the hand 
It's a great feeling, show 'em how to be a man 
Exactly, pack trees in my khakis 
My sound fat like a Neve while you thin like a Mackey 
C'mon, shine so bright when I walk by 
You got ta squint like the motherf**king sun in your eye 
What! Say somethin, you stay frontin 
It ain't nothing, let off like I'm big game hunting 
Me and Tek stay way blunted 
Wave running on beaches with white sand 
With a slight tan 
Smack the mic stand with my right hand 
When I'm excited 
Leave you so far in the dust that you forced to bite it 
On fire like property lost to riots 
Yo, ain't no stopping us when we all united 

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