[Intro]
The making of a classic
Cold gettin' busy on the tempo
About to get hype
Pumpin' the turbo
Listen to the man on the mic
Cold gettin' busy on the tempo
About to get hype
Pumpin' the turbo
Listen to the man on the mic
The making of a classic
Broadcasting the beat
Twenty million dollars in cash
Paid in full
Little snippets and the little bits of—
Listen to the making—
[Verse 1]
Knowledge will begin until I finish this song
'Cause the rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme goes on
You sweat as you step, about to get hype
Or should you just listen to the man on the mic
You're physically in this with me, but how could you tell
If it's meant to be hip-hop if you're not mentally as well?
Ready to absorb the rhyme that I just poured
Into the mic, so unite and this won't be so bored
If you just keep kickin', listen to the mix
And think you'll sink into the rhyme like quicksand
Holds and controls you 'til I leave
You fall deeper in the style, it's hard to breathe
The only time I stop is when somebody drop and then
Bring 'em to the front, 'cause my rhyme's the oxygen
Then wave your hands, when you're ready I'll send you
Into your favorite dance, well, let the rhyme continue
And so on, and I'ma go on simultaneously
And even if I stop, the rhyme remains to be
Rising to the top— Rising— if I stop—
Rising to the top— if I stop—
Rising to the top— stop—
Cold gettin' busy on the tempo
About to get hype
Pumpin' the turbo
Listen to the man on the mic
The making of a classic
Cold gettin' busy on the tempo
About to get hype
Pumpin' the turbo
Listen to the man on the mic
Cold gettin' busy on the tempo
About to get hype
Pumpin' the turbo
Listen to the man on the mic
The making of a classic
Broadcasting the beat
Twenty million dollars in cash
Paid in full
Little snippets and the little bits of—
Listen to the making—
[Verse 1]
Knowledge will begin until I finish this song
'Cause the rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme goes on
You sweat as you step, about to get hype
Or should you just listen to the man on the mic
You're physically in this with me, but how could you tell
If it's meant to be hip-hop if you're not mentally as well?
Ready to absorb the rhyme that I just poured
Into the mic, so unite and this won't be so bored
If you just keep kickin', listen to the mix
And think you'll sink into the rhyme like quicksand
Holds and controls you 'til I leave
You fall deeper in the style, it's hard to breathe
The only time I stop is when somebody drop and then
Bring 'em to the front, 'cause my rhyme's the oxygen
Then wave your hands, when you're ready I'll send you
Into your favorite dance, well, let the rhyme continue
And so on, and I'ma go on simultaneously
And even if I stop, the rhyme remains to be
Rising to the top— Rising— if I stop—
Rising to the top— if I stop—
Rising to the top— stop—
Cold gettin' busy on the tempo
About to get hype
Pumpin' the turbo
Listen to the man on the mic
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