[Intro]
The flow sound sicker over Dilla drums n***a
The beat sound harder when QM is on
I know who it is in the mirror now
Yeah, I could feel the growth in me
I sell hope, Lord forgive me
I sell hope, Lord forgive me
I sell hope-
[Verse]
Cook it, cut it, measure it, bag it, sell it
The fiends cop it, nowadays they can’t tell if
That’s that good sh**, we ain’t sure man
Put the city on your tongue, yeah that’s pure man
Yeah that’s him, curtains in the windows
Limo’s off rap, who would’ve thought that?
Look at the wave I just brought back
Hip-Hop back, Hip-Hop back, fax!
[Outro]
The flow sound sicker over Dilla drums n***a
The beat sound harder when QM is on
I know who it is in the mirror now
He-he, that’s a good thing, he-he