Verse 1: Cas Metah It's what you come to expect That raw hip hop in ya deck And for the record, yeah I'm still cool with Illect They helped put me on so respect to the death Peace to Plastic he allowed me to stretch Back to independent I released Old Fashioned Then one year later, signed to Soulspazm But a full time rap career, no platinum have ya low grabbing coleslaw or chromed magnum Flow so def it come in closed caption But music ain't paying the bills it's so backwards The games changed from when I first raptured Ugh, Jesus Christ these cats are so passive Lord forgive me but I had ta lose my religion full of half truth and absolute bastards Cuz Some of them sons only really half moons On that "pass the collection, cash rules" Much love to the authentic God driven Y'all keep sticking to them assists like Scott Pippen And love to the fans who know I'm not tripping Cuz y'all understand the purpose, plot, vision I'm a sinner living in a flawed system It's Always The Hard Way like Dibbs and Rob Viktum a mixtape mixture of Walt White and Walt Whitman It's gonna be a long ride, just go on, get in Hook: Cas Metah Blessed to be the best in the pedigree Never expect less than heat when we wet the streets Flow pro's that rep the team and set the speed Yes indeed, best believe (x2) Verse 2: Lyriz I'm not a gimmick, this is art, I'm in it for the ride Cynical arsenic I'm killing them online Flow so tremendous, smack you so descendants feel it, my ascendance on your name mention this senselessness through my sentences ain't no question this is the best it gets Confess your sins, take your vestiges take your severance package, check your messages You punk ass bitch, can't just wreck my shit Fuck you think this is? Me and Cas are the business end of this monster, and it gets harder The world keeps spinning, increase the profit margin Stepping stones cold Providence Road told them back then get what you sow Unacceptable I take no O's, 'cept the initial on my last name Aye "O" well, like I took aim, blaow! Hook Verse 3: MP Ancient We took the expectations, the tones been set, Set forth to tone it down, no stone Begets, I condone a lot of shinning, But my known regrets, Full blown no compensation for my blood, my sweat, No drugs, no sex, but highlight a lot of skeezers, Scaly wags and Teasers, that Lollygag with Jesus, Silver to the Judas while I bare it like a nudist, The Who’s, who have never heard of me, I guess you blew it, I’m Guru status in my cult of personality, Premier when I cut casually, Produce casualties, One time for the bar that still raising, Two, three, four, for the shots that won’t graze em, Mandalay Bay one shooter that’s amazing, Two muzzle flashes, one killer their Portraying, Now paint a picture of this world that we stay in, Beautiful, and wicked, evil, love, Expectations. Hook

Intro: It's Cas Metah, Yukmouth, Ras Kass ReFlex the Architect on the beat About to teach y'all the hustle economics Let's get it Verse 1: Cas Metah I know a lot of emcees like to claim they nice But can't make a dope album to save they life Congrats! You filled your notebook with pain and strife But when I Google your name ain't a thing online The truth hurts So when I kick a new verse you curse Like someone kicked you in the goobers Prove words with actions, that's all that I'm asking If you don't have a catalog you don't have a track record How you rapping and you don't have a tracked record? Even underground cats have to have work ethic! If you rocking shows and don't have a merch booth, how are your supportive fans supposed to reimburse you? And I don't think I'm better, I want to see y'all profit It's not rocket science, just hustle economics Come on let's get together and talk about the topic It's not rocket science, just hustle economics (Let's go!) Hook: Come on let's get it get it Come on let's get it get it Come on let's get our hustle up (get our hustle up) Come on let's get it get it Come on let's get it get it Come on where all my hustlers? (where all my hustlers?) Come on let's get it get it Come on let's get it get it Come on let's get our hustle up (let's get our hustle up) Come on let's get it get it Come on let's get it get it Come on let's get it get it Verse 2: Yukmouth (Look, look, Zilla) Big Daddy and Marley Marl Eric B. and Rakim I had them all on my wall, dog Writing raps locked up in juvenile hall having fantasies of money and visions of how to ball, dog Fast forward, on tour with Biggie Smalls It was all a dream now it's plaques up on my wall, Lord Met Pac now I rock with the Outlawz did songs with Tha Dogg Pound, smoked pounds with Snoop Dogg, Lord God blessed I feel blessed dragon swinging from my neck, Rolex throw up the West, yes No 360 deal I'm a vet I invest in my own projects and get a check, yes Independent grind I'm a hustler I was taught you got to spend money to make it double up If you don't know that then step your hustle up real boss niggas pull strings, you trying to double-dutch Hook: Come on let's get it get it Come on let's get it get it Come on let's get our hustle up (get our hustle up) Come on let's get it get it Come on let's get it get it Come on where all my hustlers? (where all my hustlers?) Come on let's get it get it Come on let's get it get it Come on let's get our hustle up (let's get our hustle up) Come on let's get it get it Come on let's get it get it Come on let's get it get it Verse 3: Ras Kass I done turned pro from the prelim's If you living with your BM then stay out them basic chickens DM Social media to meet booking agents and GM's promoters that's European, it's called net-work Cats want all the fame but ain't put in the hard work throwing bands at strip clubs, albums selling card board Hustling backwards, cart before the horses and think side rappers owe you free verses 'cause you so hot yeah, heard it all a million times a thousand rappers thinking overnight they getting shine You talking swag, I'm talking skill, so get in line or get in grind mode, takes 9 to 5 to get a dime I spit a rhyme, we mix, master and market, do publishing splits 'cause when the business is handled then we all benefit like Cumberbatch you been a dick Arnold, traitor, no wonder you ain't getting rich, stupid Hook: Come on let's get it get it Come on let's get it get it Come on let's get our hustle up (get our hustle up) Come on let's get it get it Come on let's get it get it Come on where all my hustlers? (where all my hustlers?) Come on let's get it get it Come on let's get it get it Come on let's get our hustle up (let's get our hustle up) Come on let's get it get it Come on let's get it get it Come on let's get it get it

Verse 1: Cas Metah They tell me knock 'em out the box Cas, bring the "Boom" Like Prhyme in their origin story, see the truth New schoolers don't know the time They at a quarter to boring and its sad that it's sort of the normal thing to view That's why I stay grimy Underground in these slimy sewers where you'll find me Not a nice guy, I'm Mister make ya eyes bleed If you say my rhyme scheme stuck in the 90's what you meant to say was I don't fit that fake fluff artificial unintelligent make up of today's entertainers Better change ya radio dial or you'll be waiting a while Outside Kendrick and Cole they giving us coal for Christmas and calling it cold, it's getting old Don't get me wrong I know there's dope emcees But I don't see one mainstream doper than me Hook x2: Keep ya ears low to the pavement Listen for the amazing arrangement This a boom bap Midwest invasion So watch my rhyme-millimeter go bang Keep ya ears low to the pavement Listen for the amazing arrangement This a boom bap Midwest invasion Now watch my rhyme-millimeter go bang Verse 2: Aztek The Barfly It ain't right Read a blog the other day and bet I ain't say one single rapper name right It's game time so lace up and forget it Never let you knock me off my pivot, lets get it I cope with distress 'til I'm with it and I ain't been depressed in a minute Shit, I ain't been impressed in a minute I'm sighing at the best of your gimmicks swear I'm trying but they testing the limits Now I'm flying with the rest of the spirits Lyrics ain't fly with the critics Fuck 'em I was raised on that "Microphone Fiend" Boogie Down shit, west coast dope, cooking up a dream Winners is chose man these spitters ain't cold why you think "Stairway" mention glitter and gold I'm saying pay attention and ya view my change now ya know how I do my thang, let it go bang! Hook x2: Keep ya ears low to the pavement Listen for the amazing arrangement This a boom bap Midwest invasion So watch my rhyme-millimeter go bang Keep ya ears low to the pavement Listen for the amazing arrangement This a boom bap Midwest invasion Now watch my rhyme-millimeter go bang