Click

(专辑： Corner Store Classic - 2007)

[DJ Premier:]
Yo, turn the lights on. I can't see in here
I gotta see what's going on man. You hear me?
Turn the lights on. Word

Click!

Uh huh. Yeah, bring the horns. Word up. Here's another one
The lights is on. How we say that shit? "Do It Now, Git It Done"
Ha ha. Yeah. Skyzoo. Torae

Click!

[Torae:]
I said the more often I rhyme the more awkward you find it
To be accepted by the lyrical minded
Individual, subliminal, criminal conscious
Making me numb how I'm stealing the shine is
Defined as stupendous
Torae spitting with splendedness
So my sentence is like a syllabus to the listeners
"Git It Done", got it done
Got 'em a lot of runs
We plotted on how to double back with a hotter one
Nigga I'm New York ground
Been holding New York down
With the creator of the New York sound
And there can never be another or a new version of nothing
Niggas must of forgot where it started
Primo they bugging
It's more of the future, less of what you used ta
Whoever feel hip hop is dead, here's a booster
With no cables or battery pack
So everybody loving the city, we glad that we back
You should sit down and listen to what the game's been missing
Cause "Reprogram" was my "Redefinition"
I guess Chairman's Choice was just the beginning
Cause I'm the one to XXL for every sentence
I read every blog, every article printed
I heard every bar, every rhyme you was penning
I felt all the hate and the love
You niggas fake as a fuck
You want my spot nigga? Take it in blood

[Dead prez 'Police State':]
"That's why I write the shit that I write in my rap
Everyday of the week I live in it, breathe in it"
[Obie Trice 'Drama Setter':] "It is senseless for you to prevent this"
[Buckshot 'Crooklyn':] "I know you wanna enter but I can't let you in"

[Skyzoo:]
The second coming of the shit that you fear
The first time they was calling it luck
But low and behold I'm still in ya ear
See the difference is here
So keep that in your mind
When you rhyming and you thinking bout leaning on lying
Scrap whatever you thought and what you wanted to think
I attack your spot the minute that you fuck up and blink
Motivated by a Kennedy Fried, tropical fantasies
7-1-8, Chris Wallace and James Yancy
Suck, the prodigal son chosen
Lyrical landmark, father with the flows is
So younging don't confuse me with nothing them dudes be
My leap year is outta your dude's reach
Skyzoo change for change?
Hardly
Meaning I'm signing my contract with a Sharpie
Motherfuckers is bugging if they want me to beg
I'll be creeping on a come up like [?]
Deal with it
And through all that, I'm still with it
The beat is still slutting so yeah, I still dick it
Huh, it's clear as day but y'all don't see it ock
I guess I'm like a lost episode of Graffiti Rock
Or something like the wax that the record is made from
They need me more than they say son
Okay Player?
So you can type whatever you want to type
But I still write better than everyone that you like

[Dead prez 'Police State':]
"That's why I write the shit that I write in my rap
Everyday of the week I live in it, breathe in it"
[Obie Trice 'Drama Setter':] "It is senseless for you to prevent this"
[Buckshot 'Crooklyn':] "I know you wanna enter but I can't let you in"