Prizefights (feat. Ratigan)

Rock Mecca on top of the world, he likes that

Calling all soldiers from near and far

Ratigan and Rock Mecca, tell them, ah, tell them, ah

I sit inspiring all young ones

Mister man from Brooklyn, big up man from Bronx

Big up man from Queens, big up every OG from Harlem

I'm coming down a turnpike in rain storm, money makin' rain storm

Day is gonna turn into night

That's when I transform playing war to war with his piece

Playing food or famine when it's a feast

That's how we do it the beast, East

Because the block is this grand circle

You fighting out the red corner where he selling purple

You coming out the blue corner

Where they hustle white bodies

They'll hit the ground, very live rounds

Multiply ever corner and block by it's revolvers and Glocks

Your moves in the shadows after battle with blocks

East coast plots and west side stories

Some warriors victorious tryna make it Coney

On the corner flipping white like Georgie Animal Steel

Whip is not even consistent of these cannibals kill

Book up all these rappers faking and we keepin' it real

When next time you see him on the ave they choppin' a deal

I'm living on the corner where fantasy meet reality

Where some'll blur the lines and sell it to you for a salary

You think you in control but you only a customer

Getting high in your sleep thinking nothing of life

You get what you see

You get what you see when you come to my hood

You get what you see

You get what you see

You get what you see when you come to my block

You get what you see

You might hear gun shots if you come around

You might see a dead body laying on the ground

Watch out for the goons, they'll sick you for your phone

Either fake friends will kill you for your phone

That's it, pop spreads through the planet like a germ

In the words of one Krishna, partner, you must learn

To become shit talkers and commercial crib walkers

Daughters Worldstar twerkers

And murders who pack burners for their survival

Thall shall not worship false idols

'Cause negativity going viral is homicidal

In Queens every teen has supreme team dream

From drug dealin' magazines, slugs fill a magazine

No heads reminisce about the Hollis crew versus the Brooklyn Zoo

Drunkin' nights spotty memories of who shot who

Was it the red or the blue?

Folks heroes, urban legends wondering which is true

If the soul in the song master ghetto lexicon

Then dialogue with lost boys, lowlifes, and Deceptions

Love the song, live the song, act it out and learn the consequences

Of getting beat up and shot if you rep it wrong

It's time to close the book or skip it to another chapter

The rapture is coming faster, I can hear the Devil's laughter

'Cause we doomed to repeat all the sins of the father

Young sheep getting lead to the slaughter now

You get what you see

You get what you see when you come to my hood

You get what you see

You get what you see when you come to my block

You get what you see

You might hear gun shots if you come around

You might see a dead body laying on the ground

Watch out for the goons, they'll sick you for your phone

Either fake friends will kill you for your phone

(Make good means rewind)

It is what it is

In the streets you get what you give

So don't judge me choices without understanding my reasons

I'll live how I live

It is what it is

Round here it's a lot of negative

Just don't judge my choices without understanding my reasons

Watch me now

Rock Mecca world wide

Ratigan world wide

New York