Next Level

A-Plus, you know what I'm sayin'?
You wanna send some shout outs to your peoples?

Yeah, I'd like to give a shout-out to Parkside
Whole Strong Island, the East Coast
Bronx, Queens, Manhattan, Linden Place
All my peoples on Parkside Militia keepin' it real
My man Crazy Sam, Russell Simmons, my moms
Kedar Entertainment, the Smith Brothers
My whole label, and everybody out there supportin' East Coast

Alright, and this is A-Plus
Now you should get his autograph, sweetheart
'Cause he's about to blow up
Hit 'em with some flavors, let 'em know what you about

Yes, yes
Check it out
Know what I'm sayin'? A-Plus
Take that to the next level

I'ma show y'all how the East Coast ride
A-Plus, no doubt, it's good to party, y'all
I'ma show y'all how the East Coast ride
A-Plus, no doubt, it's good to party, y'all
I'ma show y'all how the East Coast ride
A-Plus, no doubt, it's good to party, y'all
I'ma show y'all how the East Coast ride
A-Plus, take that to the next level

Confession (Yeah) we ain't been representin' our section (Nah)
So God sent the shorty for the East Coast resurrection, yeah
Destruction of the wack MC
We gon' get back on that tip like it used to be
Now, who remember when MCs couldn't touch the mic? (Yeah)
If they skills wasn't tight, then they best to strike
Prepare for combat (Ha)
Where's the contract? Let the labels front
I be like Wu-Tang and pull the joints from out the trunk
My situation is mad tight, so phony MCs take a hike
Before I ignite with the dynamite (Pow)
And blow your crew away just like McVeigh
I get ya and hit ya with the Parkside Militia
I gets iller than any disease that's known to man (Man)
Destroy a race of rappers like a Nazi plan, damn
So A&R, stop teasin' (What?)
Before we flip the script (What?)
Like a female pit when it's mating season

I'ma show y'all how the East Coast ride
My position is to elevate, take that to the next level
I'ma show y'all how the East Coast ride
A-Plus, that's right, that's the man, yeah

Okay, now peep the situation (Yeah)
My manifestation is to rock the whole creation (Ha)
Despite all the negativity, the publicity
Can really ain't that hard, God, it's simplicity
So I'ma maintain and let it rain, let it rain (What?)
And just like the Meth-Tical, I can bring the pain (What?)
I had somethin' to say, so high class pulled the track out (Ha)
I'm out to blow the spot like the '77 blackout (Ha)
See, rappers come and go 'cause they had no flow (Yeah)
And if you ask them who was cool
I bet you they don't even know
Now, who's that wack MC with all that mouth? (Where he at?)
I rip him in New York and work my way
Down south (Take that to the next level)
I be the true and livin', non-fiction, never slippin'
MCs, they gon' learn if it take a verbal ass-whippin'
My tolerance is gettin' short (Ha)
So rappers that can't walk the walk
Grab your tape and escape to New York

A typical night on the streets of Hempstead
Drinking, drugs, gambling, just hanging out
Not the place for kids, but this is where the kids are
Into the early morning hours
The idea of having a curfew in Hempstead
Is just that at this time, an idea
But the people here on Terrace Avenue say if enacted
It won't work, and they say for the police
It will be a nightmare

Here come the juvenile child with the Luger style
Lyrically cocked back and loaded, blue cal'
My avatar's a jumper, I try to stay humble (Huh?)
The snakes by the gates of Hell want me to fumble (Woo)
I use my third eye, G, to see the unseen
'Cause real little brothers like us come clean
The streets envy, yeah, he was frontin' like he wanted somethin'
But through his shirt, my third eye saw his heart pumpin' (Right)
We be the realness for those who can't feel this
Your joint is weak, so take a seat while the shorty speaks
I gets deep (Yeah), speak to the streets
Big up to all my peeps in the backseat of fat Jeeps
Peace to the hardcore juvenile crew (What?)
Always schemin' on the blunts and brew
Try to maintain, hold your troops 'til we get the loot (Ha)
And next time, think about your life before you -gunshot

Andre, get your ass in this house