110 Percent (feat. Breez Brewin, Homeboy Sandman, & Kyle Rapps) - DJ JS-1, Homeboy Sandman, Kyle Rapps

Just to point out

That probably 95 percent of people

Miss the boat in life

So here we go for your stereo

I crossed 110th

No slacking

Wo-macking

Like Bobby

I be coming with strength

I bust through

Like something I must do

Labor of love

Me getting lustful

Fuck it

Like «What's new?»

Ask after the 90 day

Heinie wait

Joint moving

Point proven

Time to skate

On some straight insult to injury

Fucking break a leg

Be it kinfolk or enemy

Imma make em beg

Gotta let em know

They ain’t too proud

Imma take you down a notch or so

Like women that’s giving they crotch

For dough

The movement’s ill

Big shoes to fill

Like tryna be the next B

To sex after Sasquatch

Let’s go

I’m saying it’s nothing

Displaying my gumption

I’m breaking the slump

Like I’m taking a dump 'n'

Crying bout the job hard

Least you working

Like crying over getting

Mosgov’d til you’re Perkins

I come to give it, uh

110 percent

Truly when I get bored

I give it my heart

I come to give it, uh

110 percent

Truly when I get bored

I give it my heart, heart, heart, heart

Trapped in the night of the dead living

Cops act funny

Frank Drebin

Resident of times

Where the congregation

Having hard times

Paying tithes

Reverends have to smoke resin

Heads be in the box

No shit

Something like that flick 7even

Take it from a cat

Who didn’t rap to «6' 7»

Take it from a cat

Who didn’t kick no bars on «Otis»

Take it from a guy

Who doesn’t ride scrotums

If I spit em, I wrote em

This is the life that

I’ve chosen

Cops yelling freeze

I’m not running

But i’m not frozen

Unless somebody real’s running

Then I’m not voting

Cats walk like it’s the catwalk

Sun I’m not voguing

I’m known to keep a home base

In each of five oceans

Known to keep a stone face

But I’m not Vulcan

Only one I can’t feel

Is the fear emotion

Make a cat sneer

At the mere notion

over 110

Can’t hear nothing

Over stomach grumbling

Puff bragging

Holdst up under dungeons

Kids under 10

Smuggle gems

The young men

Pimp out they sisters

Under mothers consent

It goes another one

Bring your friends

Come again

You want to overcome it

Better go a hundred ten

My gang sign

Is the peace sign

And my guns a pen

When I buck

I’m gonna buck trends

That’s where the buck spends

Where your luck ends

In a room full of enemies

Now rap still among friends

In a penitentiary i’m gonna jump fence

I should change my name

To what’s next

Cause I am

Flow tighter that butt sex

Yes i can

stay well fed

Nigga I’m gonna win

JKLM I’m going in