They Keep Asking Me

Yeah, that's how it sounds when my presence is close

Cause it's kind of like a shop, you'll get expelled from the toast

Nothing less than 7 o's is what I'm destined to gross

Those would be the end results of me writing these clever quotes

The main objective now is to be better than most

So now I'm bringing life to this game, so my pen is the post

Plus I rep for the coast that birth me, located on the east

The epicenter of rap, just to say the least

Neighborhood police won't be able to tame the street

After I bless 'em with this long awaited release

Words perfectly placed and arranged with the beats

To make you knock it extra loud and get Rangers and Jeeps

Rashad ranks number one among your favorite emcees

It's giving listeners neck breakage when they play to my CD's

I look at rap like sports where record labels is teams

And I'm a free agent which means I'm soon to make the major leagues

They keep asking me 'what's that sound' cause the flow is that different

Something for your ears now to keep your hands lifted

And never have them down as long as the tracks playing

Soon as the joint is over, I'll probably have the crowd saying

(This might give you a heart attack

I ain't really fucking around

Imagine that)

Who got the crowds gathering with the critics and haters mad at him?

Out to stack this cash to win, cause paper makes the planet spin

I'm in a lab again cooking up something with a pad and pen

They call it crack music, wrapped in plastic packaging

We moving state to state, that's audio drug trafficking

Establishing newer fans and whatever lands that music is expanding in

I spit for everybody including you and your mans and 'em

From high school kids to hooligans with no class in 'em

Victims of the struggle with pockets that got no cash in 'em

I'm writing 'till my hands get numb

Creating anthems so the fans will come

While I sit back and pack shows that promoters pay me a handsome sum

Lamping in the sun being praised as a champion

I used to write raps for fun, now reality is what my fantasies become

I'm doing everything that all my doubters and enemies say can't be done

Who's the emcee that they envy keeping the streets in a frenzy

With the people in an assembly bopping their heads steadily

The proper chemistry between a beatsmith and a vocalist

Providing dope hits for fiends who lacks the dosages

Being a crowned king now is where the focus is

Y'all know what it is, top five is what I'm gunning for

Dropping classics LPs to keep you wanting more

Once I put it out I got a morgue trying to flood the store