Reloaded

… He can go to statik selektah

Trouble with his spins? He can call statik selektah

But now the guy’s gotta come up with his money every week no matter what

Ain’t sellin records? Fuck you, pay me

Oh you want him in your video

Fuck you, pay me

No one’s comin to your shows ah?

Fuck you, pay me

And then what do you do?

When you can’t borrow another dollar from your label

You can’t sell those singles on the streets

Statik selektah lights a match

Puts your shitty record on fire, motherfucker

Okay, I’m reloaded!

Let’s go

Yes yes yall and you don’t stop

Reflected unexpected, brooklyn connected

Put it down now

Who’s hot? Who’s not?

Low town, this statik selektah

Show off, show off, extended play

Select, statik, we are back at it

We’re back at it

This ain’t infringement

The flame’s bout to drop

Royal blues, street bumpin suits with army boots hopin the out now

And we out here, queens county, call on the house

100 Stacks on my favorite horse

300 Dollars for a flavor bove

Keep it hidden in neighbor’s dog

So what the fuck is good?

Big fuckin body, back where it all started

Statik selektah

Keep fuckin around with me you weak motherfuckin dj’s

You’ll be nothing less

You can’t eat no more, man

You’ll be lucky if I’ll let you do a block party in the bronx

You ain’t shit

Fuck outta here,man

Move forward and we shine

Get around new money, new deals

Same shit, new design

So all you label execs

Cut the check, you tuned into statik selekt

Extended play

Yea, and it’s live from bushwick

Boom bap rap, yea back on that hood shit

Tone touch, hold up, suckers get much quake

With all that fuckery, yall can’t fuck with me

Rollin still, overkillin

Yea 50 emcees, yea I know the drill

Stay cookin up shit yall supposed to feel

See I paved the way and statik saved the day

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