[Intro]
"It's a matter of more men, knowing that I can do it
Everytime I get on the train, almost everyday I see my name
I said 'Yeah, you know what, I was there. I marked it'
It doesn't matter, it's for me, it's not for no body else to see
I don't care, I don't care about no body else seen it, or the fact that they can read it or not
It's for me, other graffiti writers, that we can read it
All these other people who write, they excluded, I don't care about them
No, they don't matter to me. This is for us."
[Verse One - One.Be.Lo]
We hard to the apple core, raps galore at your door
Pull crowds like a magic sword, exca-li-bor
Travel north on a saddled horse, on a battle course
Rap in codes, tap in morse, Lo never lack the force
You need to practice more, you ain't in my cat-e-gor
I rap for sport, Decompoze got my back support
So pass the torch, and of course, I can rattle yours, ask for more
The more the Marry (merry) get your raps divorced
Slice like a razor blade, mix tape brigade
Raps erase ya data- base, snatch your flavor, call you Gator-rade
Trying to get major paid, like the upper class?
You can't escape from the wrath, sufferin succatash
Bust your ass, with a duffle bag, full of mustard gas
Fingertips equiped, with a touch of class
We touchin' fans, we trust no man, here comes the plan
All we need is just a chance, we must advance
[Chorus: One.Be.Lo]
This is who we are
No movie stars
No nudie bars
No jewelery jars
No groovy cars
Some truly are
We just wanna see some elevation in hip-hop
Producers slash emcees when the beat drop
