Intro:

Yea
Yea

uh

AR. West

back at it again

You know what time it is

We in this bitch

2018

Since 89’

Still strictly Representing only that real hip hop shit

Check it

V.1:
Now let me set it off, with this underground raw shit/
AR. West, the outlaw bitch I'm lawless/
Inspired by Pac and Mr. Christopher Wallace/
Along wit some Common, Big L and Nas shit/
I'm talkin hardcore, the opposite of soft shit/
So try & come at me ya better know what the cost is/
Cuz I b wasting these rappers like they garbage/
Writing strictly original, With the power of knowledge/
Makin strives for greatness, gettin mine regardless/
Str8 lyrical fire, that's what u fuckin call this/
Just check the temperature bitch, My flow hotter than the 3rd degree/
Killin beat after beat, that's what I call a murder spree/
And if ya never heard of me, just listen to me verbally/
Im one of the best hoe, A kid from Lima reppin str8 out the west coast/
Live from the underground, spittin them fresh flows/
Captivating crowds, then it's on to the next show/
(C) I can't b stopped man, I'm like a locomotive/
Destined for the top, And u don't even know it/
But even the blind can see, I'm reachin the apex/
The last of a Dyin breed, born to stay fresh/
Raw like the times I fucked ya girl wit no latex/
Still goin HAM, and I ain't even came yet/
Ya never heard a rapper with the balls to say this/
A winner 'gainst all odds, whenever I take bets/

HOOK:(2x)
Live from the underground, spittin that rawness/
That killa dope flow ill fuck the law shit/
That 89 original with skills so flawless/
I'm one of the only, so y'all better acknowledge/

V.2:
Yea so/now check the style, this is how it's goin down/
A product of 89, u can hear it in my sound?/
This is hip hop at its finest, uncut (and) timeless/
Dope shit for real, so go ahead rewind this/
And play it on repeat, blaring thru ya stereo/
This raw shit ya hearin, I'll b spittin till my burial/
Loyal to the death, gettin money and respect/
Giving everything I have, till I’m the last one left/
Yes with every breath I b fighting for the title/
The next outta the west with rhymes so homicidal/
Killin these dope beats, and all these rappers who phony/
A murderer on the mic, for those who don’t know me/
I’m the illest in the game, realest spittin them flames/
Supplying food for ya soul, that shit ya feel in ya veins/
(Echo?) LLLyrics that heal the pain, I’m talking music with substance/
I bring it to you raw, see I’m the wrong one to fuck with/
So punk don’t get it twisted, just watch how I get specific/
Cut from a different cloth, these other rappers is gimmicks/
Just listen to my ambitions, my mind got no limits!/
Speaking truth thru my rhymes, Fuck those who not wit it/
This real shiiit I live it, on my pivot making moves/
In the streets, in the studio, hustling, creating grooves/
Staying smooth at what a do, so best Respect the technique/
& Shout out DJ Premier for always serving that heat/

HOOK:2x
Live from the underground, spittin that rawness/
That killa dope flow ill fuck the law shit/
That 89 original with skills so flawless/
I'm one of the only, so y'all better acknowledge/

Outro:

That’s right man

Rising up from the underground

Still shinin, still strivin

stayin true till the end of time

Recognize the real

Acknowledge the truth

ACKNOWLEDGE!