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a+ (rap) - next level (intro) lyrics

[intro]
a+, you know what i’m sayin’
you wanna send some shoutouts to your peoples?
yeah, i’d like to give a shoutout to
parkside, whole strong island, the east coast
bronx, queens, manhattan, linden place
all my peoples on parkside militia keepin’ it real
my man crazy sam, russell simmons, my moms
kedar entertainment, the smith brothers, my whole label
and everybody out there supportin’ east coast
alright, and this is a+
now you should get his autograph, sweetheart
’cause he’s about to blow up
hit ’em with some flavors, let ’em know what you about
yes, yes, check it out
know what i’m sayin’? a+ (take y’all to the next level)

[chorus]
i’ma show y’all how the east coast ride
a+, no doubt he’ll turn your party out (check it out)
i’ma show y’all how the east coast ride
a+ (a+), no doubt he’ll turn your party out
i’ma show y’all how the east coast ride
a+ (a+), no doubt he’ll turn your party out
i’ma show y’all how the east coast ride (yes, yes)
a+, take y’all to the next level
[verse 1]
confession (yeah), we give it representin’ our section (nah)
so guys took the shorty for the east coast resurrection (yeah)
destruction of the wack emcee
we gon’ get back on that tip like it used to be
now, who remember when emcees couldn’t touch the mic? (yeah)
if they sk!lls wasn’t tight, then they best took flight
prepare for combat (ha), wield the contract (ha), let the labels front
i be like wu+tang and put the joint from out the trunk (word up)
my situation is mad tight, so corny emcees take a hike
before i ignite with the dynamite (blaow)
and blow your crew away just like mcveigh
i get you and hit you with the parkside militia
i gets iller than any disease that’s known to man (man)
destroyin’ race of rappers like a n+z+ plan then
so a&r, stop teasin’ (what?)
before we (what?) flip the script (what?) like a female pit when it’s matin’ season

[chorus]
i’ma show y’all how the east coast ride
my position is to elevate, take y’all to the next level
i’ma show y’all how the east coast ride
a+ (that’s right, this the man, yeah)

[verse 2]
okay, now peep the situation (yeah)
my manifestation is to rock the whole creation (ha)
despite all the negativity, the publicity
it really ain’t that hard, god, it’s simplicity
so i’ma maintain and let it rain, let it rain (what?)
and just like the methical, i could bring the pain (what?)
i had somethin’ to say so high class pulls the track out
i’m ’bout to blow the spot like the ’77 blackout (ha, ha, ha)
seen rappers come and go ’cause they had no flow (yeah)
and if you ask ’em who was who or her, i bet you they don’t even know
now who’s that wack emcee with all that mouth? (where he at?)
i’ll rip ’em in new york and work my way down south (take y’all to the next level)
i’ll beat a troop wit’ leather, non+fiction, never slippin’
emcees, they gon’ learn if it take a verbal ass+whippin’
my tolerance is gettin’ short (ha)
so, rappers that can’t walk the walk, grab your tape and escape from new york
[interlude]
a typical night on the streets of hempstead
drinking, drugs, gambling, just hanging out
not the place for kids
but this is where the kids are into the early morning hours
the idea of having a curfew in hempstead is just that at this time
an idea, but the people say on terrace avenue say if enacted
it won’t work, and they say for the police, it will be a nightmare

[verse 3]
here come the juvenile child with the luger style
lyrically c+ck back and load, bring a cal
i’m mad but cats are jumpin’, i try to stay humble
the snakes by the gates of h+ll want me to fumble (woo)
i use my third eye, g, to see the unseen
’cause real little brothers like us come clean
the streets envy, yeah (what? what?), he was frontin’ like he wanted somethin’ (some kid, some kid)
but through his shirt, my third eye saw his heart pumpin’ (yeah)
we be the realness for those who can’t feel this
your joint is weak, so take a seat while the shorty speaks
i gets deep, speak to the streets
big up to all my peeps in the backseat, the fat g’s
peace to the hardcore juvenile crew (what?)
always schemin’ on the blunts and brew
try to maintain, hold your truth ’til we get the loot (ha)
and next time, think about your life before you—
[outro]
andre, get your ass in this house

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