Our Way (ft Ronnie Bosh)

Now let's get back to the facts
I been about it since Stan was still spitting and Jam was still Dax
Had the skilled lyrics and plans to fill that top spot

Bosh got bags of ill tracks and man
I will kick and slam, I still gats
To kill that negativity when I feel that
And when them plastic gangsters killed rap
I adapted and spat and brang the thrill back

That's that scat pack, clap track specialist
When I pen, I'm hitting heavy and can't ever miss
The nice guy impressionist, lifetime messy prick
Set adrift, asking the devil where heaven is
Wait, get a grip, fresh from the precipice
Straight, tell 'em this, ravers are getting it
You can't tell this prick nothing like Kanye
Cause when we parlay, we do it our way

And when the clouds break

And you found day skipping through a soundscape
That's our way-ay-ay
And when we're out late
The crowd rave and we spit until our mouths ache
That's our way-ay-ay
And fuck a downgrade
It sounds bait, what you think you know about pay?
That's our way-ay-ay, that's our way-ay-ay

That's our way-ay-ay, that's our way-ay-ay
That's our way-ay-ay-ay

Mate, I'm forgetting quick which way to yard side
Bop north, follow the dim grey to dark skies
Of course, wallowing grim days that passed by
Of form horrors get pink shaded, ask why
It's our time, start winding your rhymes up
Live in a night club, grinding your wife up
The R-O-double N-I-E
Them others flexed like me but couldn't test my steez

Well look, when I look back at this life that I live
I can't help but smile as I'm writing this shit
From the twilight cyphers to shiners
To rinsing these pint-sized minors, I'm vibesing to this
With a pint and a spliff of that Afghan squishy
You'll never see a brass man with me
My whole damn fam act shifty
I chat frath when the acid flashback hits me, like

And when the clouds break

And you found day skipping through a soundscape
That's our way-ay-ay
And when we're out late
The crowd rave and we spit until our mouths ache
That's our way-ay-ay
And fuck a downgrade
It sounds bait, what you think you know about pay?
That's our way-ay-ay, that's our way-ay-ay

That's our way-ay-ay, that's our way-ay-ay
That's our way-ay-ay-ay

As I move forth, my new born roots draw juice
From the fumes of a new dawn, true
I'm a yout with a few flaws, sure
And I'm still just a few screws short of a loose thought
But sanity's a mug's game
As I dabble in the unchained anarchy, I'm up late

Flapping in the mud to the crackle of the dubplate
Chatting to a shrub like it matters I'm a nutcase
I spent one day gargling sun rays
Far from the blood-stained pastures I once grazed
Charging the runway, swinging on the wings of my past
As my gut sprays stars on the flood plains
March of the untamed

Still jamming with the Hammerhead
Smacking next rappers with a bag of flesh
Too masked to plan a set, but that's our way

Living large, spitting bars in your soirees

And when the clouds break

And you found day skipping through a soundscape
That's our way-ay-ay
And when we're out late
The crowd rave and we spit until our mouths ache
That's our way-ay-ay
And fuck a downgrade
It sounds bait, what you think you know about pay?
That's our way-ay-ay, that's our way-ay-ay

That's our way-ay-ay, that's our way-ay-ay
That's our way-ay-ay-ay

And when the clouds break
And you found day skipping through a soundscape
That's our way-ay-ay
And when we're out late
The crowd rave and we spit until our mouths ache
That's our way-ay-ay
And fuck a downgrade
It sounds bait, what you think you know about pay?
That's our way-ay-ay, that's our way-ay-ay
That's our way-ay-ay, that's our way-ay-ay

That's our way-ay-ay-ay