The Tribe

Aye Ugh, can I kick it like the tribe? Nazrawi be the vibe So you know it's good Blessings out to all the hood I've been feeling good, yeah Aye And we got em shook, yeah Aye Can I kick it like the tribe? Nazrawi be the vibe So you know it's good Blessings out to all the hood I've been feeling good, yeah Aye And we got em shook, yeah Aye 5'9" But I'm feeling 6'8" James gang, feeling like the king Bron, cause I've overcome Now a young boy getting income Stimulating ear drums While imitating a gun I just spit it till the clip done Social media burning me I had to take a break from all the burdening I don't worry about the comments Outside the box kinda artist Got the crowd jumping like hydraulics My first show got cancelled, how ironic Just know that I've been on it Working from the AM to the PM Know I gotta do this just to beat em, Not delete em, just some friendly competing Then I proceed to give you what you need No greed, just a man tryna be a better emcee No gimmick from me I've been getting finicky Just to do it differently While i spit it vividly and brilliantly I'm just tryna do it like the painters That painted in Italy (Ugh) Can I kick it like the tribe? Nazrawi be the vibe So you know it's good Blessings out to all the hood I've been feeling good, yeah Aye And we got em shook, yeah Aye Can I kick it like the tribe? Nazrawi be the vibe So you know it's good Blessings out to all the hood I've been feeling good, yeah Aye And we got em shook, yeah Aye People tripping like they went to the tropics I slaughtered harmonics I'm driving through the game like it's sonic But first I had to learn the phonics This joint right here kinda remind me of something by Logic I disappear when I grip the mic and spit up on it They don't recognize me They don't get the energy or the clever me Verses looking like the treasury Cause you gotta find the key to what I mean I just threw that punch line like Muhammad Ali I can care less about a salary Me without with the raps is like Buzz without the batteries I need all the energy so I pray to God And He always delivers endlessly I can do this all day, Yeah I know, boy you said that on the last tape Combatting myself, in competition My opposition, tryna get a better composition Of the full picture, my pitcher half full with the mixture But it's overflowing with scriptures Soul food, soul drink Never catch me slipping, less we at the rink Coming up to new lengths, new heights Few strengths, lotta weakness Cause I let my God shine through with the offense Do it often I be swinging for the fence Dropping pens like they bombs Was about to say Vietnam, but that line's too predictable But the rhyme was irresistible Like the vibe that I bring Feeling like a young king Simba, colder than the winter Soldier thought I told you Rhyme like Mike Posner Might just fold you Like Bologna in a cold cut Chips and the soda I buy the combo and I get the munchies Then I munch beats Do the laundry, no Yandhi If you got them dumb beats, play 'em for me Yes, I keep it fly like I'm toucan sam And there's no a plateau, or any other way that I can go And no I don't do it for the coup or the Lambo But I do it for the lamb tho Do it, do it Do it for the Lamb tho Aye I do it for the lamb tho Aye Do it for the lamb tho Do it, do it, do it Do it for the Lamb tho