Too Late

Yo, when the bass thump, the place jump
 Like it's way crunk, yeah,
 Fake punks get they face lumped
 Sent to the most high, by the most fit
 You gotta do, fuck that almost shit
 The fam is close knit
 You diggin', know the clock don't stop tickin'
 Glocks still spittin', the whole block politickin'
 Lik epresidents with they minds dead on arrival
 Leaving no evidence of a struggle for survival
 Songs relevant to the times like the psalms read in the Bible
 Stepping to this leaves thoughts in your head 'it's suicidal'
 It's the T to the A-L-I-B the deep rooter
 Rolling with my wanna battle cats who chief buddha
 And see through the overspecialized, underpressurized
 No lie texturized, emcees who got the masses mesmerized
 with empty rhetoric, they better quit
 Niggas so hollow that they echo like sentiments
 Nowadays rap artists coming half-hearted
 Commercial like pop, or underground like black markets
 Where were you the day hip-hop died?
 Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride?
 Kwa is chillin', Tone is chillin'
 What more can I say, we stay building
 And make killings
 Take children through the wilderness, by the hand
 It's a great feeling, show 'em how to be a man
 Exactly, pack trees in my khakis
 My sound fat like a Neve while you thin like a Mackey
 C'mon, shine so bright when I walk by
 You got ta squint like the motherfucking sun in your eye
 What! Say somethin, you stay frontin
 It ain't nothing, let off like I'm big game hunting
 Me and Tek stay way blunted
 Wave running on beaches with white sand
 With a slight tan
 Smack the mic stand with my right hand
 When I'm excited
 Leave you so far in the dust that you forced to bite it
 On fire like property lost to riots
 Yo, ain't no stopping us when we all united