Yeah... Turn that shit up. Uh. Let the 808 breathe... I came from the bottom with a mind full of problems, Now I'm walkin' through the fire like the flames can't stop 'em, No gimmicks, no image, no cap in the sentence, Every bar heavyweight, every breath got a menace. I'm a product of the pressure, put the pedal to metal, When I get into the pocket, I'm attackin' the tempo, Better move when I move, better watch what you say, 'Cause the hunger in my stomach put the beast in the cage. I been workin' in the shadows, now I'm breakin' the ceiling, Got 'em lookin' at the scoreboard like they question the feeling, I don't talk about the grind, motherfucker, I live it, Put the mic in my hand and watch the whole room pivot. Runnin' it, gunnin' it, none of 'em comin' with Half of the hunger and heart that I'm hustlin' with, Cut from a different cloth, built from a different block, When the beat start knockin', I'ma make that shit rock. Never needed validation, I was built on the doubt, Every time they counted me, I was countin' it out, Now I'm back with a vengeance and a chest full of thunder, 808 hit the floor, make the whole place wonder. LET IT SHAKE! When the bass hit, everybody know the name ain't safe, LET IT SHAKE! Whole building feel the pressure when the 808 break, WE DON'T STOP! Turn it up until the speakers damn near blow, WE DON'T STOP! Came from nothin', now we came to take the whole show. I got a rhythm like a razor when I'm cuttin' through the track, Every syllable is surgical, I'm never lookin' back, Got the cadence in a chokehold, got the pocket in a lock, When I accelerate the flow, watch the metronome drop. Tick-tick, boom, with the kick drum, Sixteen syllables before the snare come, Quick tongue, big lungs, no pause, Still calm when I rip through the whole four bars. I don't need a gimmick, I can bend it and flip it, Take a sentence, break it down, then I'm back in a minute, Put a hundred different patterns in a four-bar section, Then I slow it down and hit 'em with the raw aggression. I ain't gotta yell... Let the bass talk. Every scar made a lesson, Every loss made aggression, Every door that they closed Put a key in my possession. Now I'm standin' on the pressure, Still applyin' the pressure, If they thought I was finished, Better check the professor. 'Cause I'm back in the pocket and I'm lockin' it, Rockin' it, droppin' it, nobody stoppin' it, Beat get demolished whenever I'm rappin' it, 808 rumblin', whole room shakin' from the impact of it. I'm on a mission, precision, decision, No division, collision, I'm givin' 'em vision, I came with a hunger that never diminish, When the beat finally ends, I'ma still be unfinished. LET IT SHAKE! When the bass hit, everybody know the name ain't safe, LET IT SHAKE! Whole building feel the pressure when the 808 break, WE DON'T STOP! Turn it up until the speakers damn near blow, WE DON'T STOP! Came from nothin'—NOW WE RUN THE WHOLE SHOW. Yeah... That's how you wake the beat up. Let that 808 breathe.
