Ladies and gentlemen, let's put our hands together for Mr. Thomas Hitt. H to the Izzo, B to the Izze. Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the eighth wonder of the world. The flow of the century. Oh, it's timeless. Ho! Thanks for coming out tonight. You could have been anywhere in the world. But you're here with me. I appreciate that. Uh! H to the Izzo, B to the Izze. For shizzle, my nizzle used to dribble down the V8. Was herding them in the home of the turbans. Got it dirt cheap for them. Plus, if they were short with cheese, I would work with them. More than we got rid of that dirt for them. Wasn't born hustlers. I was birthing them. H to the Izzo, B to the Izze. For sheezy, my kneesy keep my arms so breezy. Can't leave rap alone. The game needs me. Haters want me clap. They chrome. It ain't easy. Cops want to knock me. DA want to box me in. But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky. H to the Izzo, B to the Izze. Not guilty. He who does not feel me is not real to me. Therefore, he doesn't exist. So poof! That move, ***. H to the Izzo, B to the Izze. For shizzle, my nizzle used to dribble down the V8. H to the Izzo, B to the Izze. That's the anthem. Get your damn hands up. H to the Izzo, B to the Izze. Not guilty. He who does not feel me is not real to me. Therefore, he doesn't exist. So poof! That move, ***. H to the Izzo, B to the Izze. Not guilty. He who does not feel me is not real to me. Therefore, he doesn't exist. So poof! That move, ***. H to the Izzo, B to the Izze. That's the anthem. Get your damn hands up. I do this for my culture. To let them know what a nigga look like when a nigga in a roaster. Show them how to move in a room full of vultures. Industry shady. It need to be taken over. Label owners hate me. I'm raising the status quo up. I'm overcharging niggas for what they did to the cold crush. Pay us like you owe us for all the years that you hold us. We can talk, but money talk. So talk more bucks. H to the Izzo, B to the Izze. Pushes who my nizzle used to dribble down at VA. H to the Izzo, B to the Izze. That's the anthem. Get your damn hands up. H to the Izzo, B to the Izze. Not guilty. Y'all got to feel me. H to the Izzo, B to the Izze. That's the anthem. Get your damn hands up. H to the Izzo, B to the Izze. Not guilty. He who does not feel me is not real to me. Therefore, he doesn't exist. So poof! That move, ***. H to the Izzo, B to the Izze. Not guilty. Y'all got to feel me. H to the Izzo, B to the Izze. That's the anthem. Get your damn hands up. Hope is back. Life's gon' be told through rap. Niggas actin' like I sold you crack. Like I told you sell drugs. No. Hold to that. So hopefully you won't have to go through that. I was raised in the projects. Roaches and racks. Smokers out back. Sellin' they momma's sofa. Lookouts on the corner. Focused on the ave. Ladies in the back. Smokers out back. Smokers out back. Smokers out back. Smokers out back. Smokers out back. Smokers out back. Smokers out back. Smokers out back. Smokers out back. Hoop, drip, deflate. I'm a Crooked Mac by the way. I work under the sofa. Lookouts on the corner. Focused on the ave. Ladies in the window. Focused on the kimfolk. Me, under a lamppost. Why I got my hand close? Cracks in my palm. Watchin' a long arm, or the law. So you know I've seen it all before. I seen hoop, drips, deflate. Like the true fiend's weight. They're tryin' to fail. And two things I hate. Succeed in this rap game. And two things that's great. H to the Izzo. B to the Izain. What else can I say about dude? I gets busy. H to the Izzo. B to the Izain. Bushizu, my dizzle used to dribble down the bea H to the Izzo. B to the Izain. That's the anthem, get ya damn hands up. H to the Izzo. B to the Izain. Not guilty, yall got to feel me. H to the Izzo. B to the Izain. That's the anthem, get ya damn hands up. H to the Izzo. B to the Izain. H to the Izzo. B to the Izain. H to the Izzo. B to the Izain. H to the Izzo. B to the Izain. H to the Izain. H to the Izain.
