Lyrics
Baseline,Baseline,Baseline,Baseline...
verse 1:Infatuation for rippin up sets,will they eva learn?consider it done if you want real hip hop to return,praise,honor,a throne,and everything else i deserve can be passed to me now cuz all of it i deserve,crank systems as high as u can while speeding,generation of brainwashed,but my impressions are never deceiving,problems pop off only when the goals im achieving arent satisfying enough to the massive amounts of heathans,Im willing ot clear everything up support my treason,Threw every song i ditch out and all 4 seasons,be at the frontline willing to die,if thats what they desire,although before all this approval is prior,am i the one they been waitin for?I'm almost certain,if these rules they abide by,try to..
chorus:Interpret hip hop resume,its the way to prove your not the way,they conclude you to fit under,stereotype,weed bundles,glocks in your crib,uneduacated person with probabaly four kids,and probabaly cant make it to gigs,probabaly will turn from hard to soft,right after they sign a contract,im gonna turn those thoughts around but turn back to the hip hop resume...
Verse 2:What hood u reppin how about im reppin the soles of tennis shoes,stick my foot up ya colin and like the rolling stones you'll be gettin the blues,you knew,and you know up to date that i could murder anyone thats labeled great,or the greatest or the hottest,steppin to me is like a household with 4 pitbulls,take caution,or its off with ya head,or anyone thats around u,or any witness relatively watchin,postures switch,when these people hear my voice,and threw it you know its not a game,i made my mark as soon as i learned to walk,in 2002,in the hwole picture permanently came,blame any form of behavior form yo community on me thats strange,evade society with what they hate the most,After that i promise that ill be ghost,well atleast for a little,to let it phase them,with the world gone bad,Im mad?that still didnt phase them,hate them cats that be like i kick the ill flows,couldnt kick right if you were a baby in amothers stomach,and on her naval i stapled a billed note,explainin how atleast a page of rhymes were due by birth,she would have to cover up for her son,tuck u under her shirt,and order an ambulance,to prevent me from seeing both of you runnin out the exit,still think im the average rapper,i would go to the front counter,and ask for a wheelchair to get you and ya newborn,aint neva gone be safe and sound,and if you one of the conceited ones,mc's,contacts with weapons are bound,bow to me cuz thats how determined i am,otherwise info is not aloud....do i got the job now?haha,do i got the job now huh?
try to...
chorus repeat
turn back to the hip hop resume(3x)
