Homage to Premier Focus… (Ft. Phonte, Royce Da 5'9" & Stat Quo)

{"Sound without focus, is just.. noise"}

[Hook: DJ scratches]
"And-and-and let's start it like this son"
"If you don't like my lyrics you could press fast forward"
"It's all good!"
"If this was drugs I'd make a million"
"Focused man, my money on my mind"
"Wait, I had to let it marinate"
"What the FUCK!"
"If you don't like my lyrics you could press fast forward"
"Turn-turn my, turn my headphones up"
"I'm blowin up like you thought I would"

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Nickel, what up Focus...?
Yeah, uh-huh, yea yea yea

It's the ten rap commandments, number one just be an ill nigga
You will lose, you try to race this like Hilfiger
I'm so ghetto with the fo' metal
Show nuff blowin' up on challengers like the '84 shuttle
Fuck the count nigga, Preem like a triple beam
Sicker than sickle cell or picture listenin to sickle sing
Kick in the door wavin the fo', clad in navy velour
Wax niggas fast like shavin below
A gangsta nigga, I'm fly, I'm a sight
I was dope before Escobar told me what Nas is like
When I spit the gasoline see the fire fly
There'll be nothin after Preem, this is me and my homage
Like I rely on Raj, I lean on what's happenin'
Got the "Hey HEY hey!" like Dwayne, I'm stuck trappin
I've gone sick like the song "DWYCK"
Any nigga feelin big all you gon' get, is a long kiss
Preem