Lyrics

If the beat don't rock
Make the dance floor pop
When the bassline drop
Then it can't be us

If your feet don't move
When you hear that groove
Then you know what that prove
Man, it can't be us

If the words they said
Ain't stuck in your head
And the content's dead
You know it ain't us

If they freak that flow
And it sound like dough
Then it let you know, boy
It's gotta be us

What you thought I was coming with the same verse again?
Like I ran outta rhymes
Got no ink inside the pen
I'm a lyricist for life
Y'all are trite minute men
Try to diss it when I kiss it
Keep it spinning, Simpleton
Got my wife by my side
Like the Bonnie to my Clyde
Told my man Matt Nye come along for the ride
I was screaming Black Reign
But you didn't wanna listen
23 years later
Starting to hear what y'all was missing
If the words they said
Ain't stuck in ya head
& The content's dead
Then it can't be Ted
I'm about that bread
Keep the fam well fed
While you sleep I'ma creep over beats in your head
& I been on the lips of a lotta real pretty chicks
But none of which have fit me so perfectly in the mix
Winning ever since like God put in the fix
Our legacy endeavors so long as the tock ticks
Coming back to reformat the boom bap
Cuz the crap you rap falls flat like doormats
This agent been flipping pages for ages
Who didn't know?
Ain't seen me 'long side of Qweze & Lyrical Unique
I'm a freak for beats & city streets
Kinda rhymes that open up minds and go deep
These kiddies are kinda iffy
When navigating the flow
& y'all seem to just let it go
Not Sho
So

If the beat don't rock
Make the dance floor pop
When the bassline drop
Then it can't be us

If your feet don't move
When you hear that groove
Then you know what that prove
Man, it can't be us

If the words they said
Ain't stuck in your head
And the content's dead
You know it ain't us

If he freak that flow
And it sound like dough
Then it let you know, boy
It's gotta be us

I’m a wifey and actress
Keep it classy never tactless
Didn’t think that I could back this
Then it’s time you know
Never catch me out of practice
Cause I’m prickly like a cactus
Shine like a diamond stacked wrist
So here we go
If you don’t already know the name is Vickyval
If you didn’t know me then I bet that you know me now
Started rapping with my cousins when I was a just a child
Got the kind of flow to make a party go wow
They say I’m nice but that Theo wrote my rhymes
I been filling notebooks up since 1995
I ain’t saying if it’s dope enough then I’d decline
But I ain’t having tables set up just so I can dine
Wasn’t long ago I didn’t have a pot to piss in
Left it up to God cause foremost I am a Christian
Now I’m cooking bacon cause ya girl is on a mission
Found out that my husband was the one thing that was missing
He be cooking with the heat when he be hooking up the beats
& I be bringing something sweet with all the words that I secrete
This is a recipe sure to get you out your seat
Now we fittin to eat, the mission’s almost complete
We gotta have Matt Nye come sprinkle some blessings on it
But don’t fall in love cause we ain’t spitting no sonnets
With the rhymes so cold we might
leave you astonished
So if the beat don’t rock you know that we wasn’t on it

If the beat don't rock
Make the dance floor pop
When the bassline drop
Then it can't be us

If your feet don't move
When you hear that groove
Then you know what that prove
Man, it can't be us

If the words they said
Ain't stuck in your head
And the content's dead
You know it ain't us

If he freak that flow
And it sound like dough
Then it let you know, boy
It's gotta be us

When Theo hits me up
I slide through with the pistol tucked
If he points then I split you up
Cuz I’m getting to old for the fist a cuffs
I wanna lay back lift some buts
& hit some blunts
James Brown Bootsy stuff
I’m with the funk
Still bred from the south
I’ll pop the trunk
Ski mask on they face
It can’t be us
Motherfuckers dangerous like
Busta Bust
This shit ain’t a game to us
You lame to us
Spitting other people’s bars is plagerous
If that shit sound like you it can’t be us
My shit from within
You not where I’m from
I do what I do not what I've done
Y’all do what you can you fucking punks
Die a cowards death
A million miles and you couldn’t take a valiant step
Vilest breath
This is why the violence crept
Off with his head like he went lost his neck

If the beat don't rock
Make the dance floor pop
When the bassline drop
Then it can't be us

If your feet don't move
When you hear that groove
Then you know what that prove
Man, it can't be us

If the words they said
Ain't stuck in your head
And the content's dead
You know it ain't us

If he freak that flow
And it sound like dough
Then it let you know, boy
It's gotta be us