[Verse 1: Moment] I've been getting up for work, 5:30am Colleagues complain what they earn ain't making no ends You would think with common ground I'll be making new friends You're mistaken, full of malice, these hoes are the fakest Walk around like the greatest, low esteem b**hes can't take it Push my bu*tons and test me, they don't know I set the papers When I roll on that set my features are fresh like a fragrance "If you ain't with me, you're against me"; that's the regiment's status I work the bars for my pedigree, make a plan Then implement and watch the endings meet like KABOOM! There goes another rapping, bag packing, change handing n***a With that cinematic vision when seeing the bigger picture I'm on that "get it cracking, clapping, lets make it happen" mission Real last of the dying breed bars, part of that division Wheel past, drama seen cast, that's been acting different No stopping, I'm pushing the pedal until I see pile ups of paper in cash collisions Right now, it's hard work over talent Chasing dreams and being real, maintaining a balance is a challenge But what's a dream? Just a glimmer of hope? Will it fade when I fulfill it? Does the feeling see growth? I don't know But stack these tracks up til the ceiling seems low And we can't live here anymore, pack what you need and lets go My brother's in the studio cooking heat on the stove And I ain't left the kitchen since I kneaded the dough I love it [Hook 1: Moment] I mean I'm so smitten, the flow's different Your flow's bitten, I won't listen to it No givens, go missing, dough flipping That's Mo's mission, competition driven I'm on your tail, no distance I won't give in, Empire building We're both siblings, fire wielding Cold writtens, I'm so persistent Go get 'em! [Verse 2: Emman] Blood in my eyes while I pray "My Father, who art in Heaven..." Scouring the graveyard for Lucifer, gripping a mac-11 You wana ride? Its time to climb off the fence Why do n***as scream change but settle for the type they can spend?
Heard they call me that new slave with the newest whip and the newest chain Nat Turner resurrected with the newest stick in some Louis shades Time to flip this on it's axis, I was predicted in rap stanzas before the cameras Whoever you thought was the Christ was only the Baptist They've planned this, to hang me and straight cut off my ascent Stab me in the side for those claiming that a brudda wasn't dead But I'll arise on the third day and appear where you hold you award show With the same hole in my torso just to f** up the event You see the blood on the leaves, you see the blood in the streets R.I.P. Duggan, Smiley Culture, motherf** the police You rappers got critics thinking the soul of the culture is dead But me raising the bar could mean my bars go over your head Me and Mo spar with bars, its over, no ones as ill as us 'Cause ironically we take the wordplay quite serious The epitome of what you wish to be, that's lyrically and physically See women like me, I'm a human simile A modern day field n***a, bun broadcasting regulations The politics and obsolete DJs and radio stations And whoevers been blackballing artists to keep us contained We're a new breed that say what they mean and mean what they say New Slaves [Hook 2: Emman] I mean I'm so smitten, your glow's dimming Your flow's bitten, they won't listen to it Go missing, just go fishing, your boats sinking There's no vision, Competition driven I'm in these clubs with dope women, we're Mo' sipping The gold's blinging, them hoes clinging My phone's ringing, I'm so winning I'm so persistent with no restrictions Go get 'em! [Outro: David Gyamfi] You can't hold me down cause I'm too high I'm accelerating and I'm getting closer now So let me by cause I ain't dying And y'all can't stop me, you can try But you ain't gonna stop me, no way, no how You can't hold me down cause I'm too high, too high (Too high, too high)