Here we go, here we go
Aight, aight, yeah
Haha, haha, haha
Low End Theory
I don't remember these rhymes but um (freestyle)
I'm gonna think real hard, try to think of no frontin'
When I think of this shit, my mind, it be huntin'
For the perfect lyric that I wrote a long time ago
Yeah, I'm gonna do it 'cause I'm rockin' in Chicago
What is a crowd if it doesn't really rock?
What is beef if you ain't got a Glock?
What is the time? Tick tock, tick tock
Lookin' at the shit, no pay, no doc
Fuck it, because you know I gotta come through
What is the crowd if they don't say "True"?
Or better yet, "Hov," or just move through it
Rock to the beat 'cause you know I just do it
Just like a poet, what's me without Jarobi?
Or Phife Dawg or Shaheed? Yo, he told me
That I gotta keep goin' on and just freakin'
Rock to the beat 'cause we do it on the weekend
In Chi-Town where the Bulls just won
What is the shit and you know we gon'
Aight, fuck it
Aight, aight
Hold on, hold on, hold on
See, I was, I was tryna rhyme or somethin' but
I fucked up, kid
I fucked up
It's aight, pa
Did I really though?
I ain't hear nothin'
Okay, okay
Two more, let me see it up top
Huh?
But that's got a video
That's got a video
What you got right here?
That's got a video
What you got up here?
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