Electrik Heat - The Seekwill

Ok, its about to go down Please step up 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, here we go It's the return, burn like a supernova Spin the plates, the great debate's over Don't rush, take it easy, slow down The Earth is a space ship spinning round and round We're in it, together, we can make it better Don't sweat a thing, swing with no vendetta I rhyme in a graph style, carve every letter To move every be -boy king like Coretta Scott Keep it hot block, once rock The plot that we tried to recognize was not The l to the o-v, m-o-v-e K dub dropping the dub, that's new TV The eMC double E, no doubt Runnin' the route, wiggin' out, turnin' the part out We all fall from grace and make mistakes And raise to face to face with the antidote bass And every single word in the verb. Wild style This is not a mission. It's a written lifestyle I'm still in the struggle and I see the light dial Turnin' to 10. Ascend what's in the profile. Can you feel it, to the beat ya'll Let the music play for the people And if you're down to rock, whether you're ready or not Yo, guess who?s back with the sequel Oh yeah! Just do it Oh yeah! Just do it Now, in the beginning the light that shined so bright Within the city of my mindscape night Listening, glistening the moon reflecting the sun Making me one with the music. Oh, get low, get bold, get hold Just look for black gold Yes I'm in the house but I never ever sold Rhyme black vinyl, 20 years old With the mic in my hand, ringin' alarm Singin' the song, bringing the calm to dramas so hard To much info, been so instrumental, potential, exponential My DJ's cuts are presidential Yo Jazz, let the rhythm hit 'em I woke up to make the main cut, to face the pain What does space contain? Love It's the heat-seeker, packin' the speaker to beat the sleep preacher It was written: the sequel Can you feel it, to the beat ya'll Let the music play for the people And if you're down to rock, whether you're ready or not Yo, guess who's back with the sequel Oh ya, just do it Oh ya, just do it Now the world is yours. Oh yes, the world is ours But we're casting stones from afar We're like people driving in our cars On lost highway mileage