100 Sph - Shabazz Palaces

Something fly has come here

blowin' sparkles thru the chrome

Way richer than money makin'

bitch ass shit get gone

It’s put up or shut up so yeah you already know we on it

test it check it

Clothes don’t make the man it’s all inside your poems

Do it get the boots up and make bros get up our arms

Nigga don’t you feel that it’s time for the bomb

we on it

test it check it

Nigga don’t you feel that it’s time for the bomb?

(Oh yes it is)

Shit, what’s the shape, what it cook like?

What I look like, cuttin the air on my mic

Gunbeat sound blast from the left, so tight

Officer down, we vanish back into the night

Sunk deep in a bucket, shiny nuggets

Succeeded though we strugglin', I mean it and I love it

«Kill» is the verb «them» is the subject

My sentence on some pimp shit,

They shit was hot, or was it?

Bitch, no labels just customs

Originals are a must when productions are from bustin'

Deep in your heart you got your own moves, gold moves

Fuck with me and get the screw

Hey hey hey I got diamonds to say,

And this shit goes out tomorrow how you stitch it today

So don’t stop moving or the devil will know

it’s a hundred styles an hour thats how much we go

Yeah you heard fuck with me I gots the scoop

All these pop rappers up in magazines lookin' cute

Talk hoes while they pose in their white boy suits

How they got more money and more honey than me and you

No imagination to rock they freedoms too

Do not go to where all these followers leadin' you

Yeah we back up in the kitchen with chicken grease

Niggas that stand the heat yeah you can get you a piece

Now get your favourite baby and ya’ll get out on the floor

Get your hardest nigga and ya’ll go and get some more

Get your downest rider and ya’ll even up the score

Get that higher purpose that way everything’s for sure

Get some real gold in your glitter man, don’t study this allure

Get into your rocket ride that shit up to the stars

Let 'em know you holla black and far

A hundred styles an hour

Yeah we gon' win