Artist: Statik Selektah f/ Freddie Gibbs, Joey Bada$$ Album: What Goes Around Song: Carry On Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro: Statik Selektah sample] (Sample from Aswad "Not Guilty") Statik Selektah! (This is live and direct! [Chorus: Statik Selektah scratchin] (Joey Bada$$) Others such as myself are tryin to carry-c-c-c-carry on tradition-"AZ" (Carry on tradition) I-I-I-I'm Statik, and I'm a Selektah-"Red Cafe" Y-You got it!!! (Mic check one two one two, mic check when a nigga come through) C-C-Carry on tradition-"AZ" (Niggas keep it silent, yo, 'cause we all about that knowledge [Verse One: Joey Bada$$] Besides the fact a nigga never been as swank as me, I like that Until I shine I sit patiently, so light that I'm foldin back, scroll a pack and roll a fatty smoke savy Not even over mad I'm thinkin what they probably should have did before When all my girls is roarin, foreign under them heels It ain't about the Ralph though tell your whores, chill Don't need to grill, to feel like a real nigga If he can't see the light then shine Hilfigers still Six-figure deals with the hell?! Since the age of six I knew the name would ring a bell In six more years to wonder what the time could tell That's 666, still no signs of a three-sixty deal Neither did I sell myself records spinnin by they self The DJ tell myself go reflects off the reflex Before I told Flex drop that Semtex on the next New York best This sickest sound, stick around, and we comin for the vets now Can a nigga contest? Maybe if he put his pride aside he could confess But none the less It's fundamental We need to fund the mental, wise with the momentum So rise on this momentum so pardon your inquidentials Watch who you pretend to and put a potent diamond to fuel Respect my conglomerate then wait I'm rockin to It's such a prominent tune, but I won't get my roses until I lie on my tomb Flowers [Chorus: Statik Selektah scratchin] (Joey Bada$$) (*Freddie Gibbs) (**Sample from Aswad "Not Guilty") Others such as myself are tryin to carry-c-c-c-carry on tradition-"AZ" (Carry on tradition) (**What's up) I-I-I-I'm Statik, and I'm a Selektah-"Red Cafe" (*I be the ES to the GN bitch!) (**This is live and direct!) C-C-Carry on tradition-"AZ" (*Gangsta Gibbs baby!) (*Nigga that Hennessy, nigga that Hennessy) [Verse Two: Freddie Gibbs] Nigga that Hennessy, with my lyrical Billy Dee 45 colt Fuck the polices, they raided but they can't find dope If it ain't about money and bitches, nigga what you rhyme for? Work half a day in my trap, and make what you sign for My niggas is willin to whip that work 'Cause it's such a ridiculous feelin to come in your crib and your shit don't work Electric, gas, and water You fugazi and mutilated like Pookie at the Carter Joseph Jackson of gangsta rappin, nigga respect the father Takin it back to making them pick a switch off the tree Every time you rap or do a show, bitch I should pinch off a fee You used to flow 'bout goofy shit, met a G and got on some groupie shit A slave to my rap page, student under my tutelage I'm still takin these boys to school As quick as I build them up, I can just disassemble them Coke and cut the curriculum cousin stayed up in Flint I was shipping this shit to Michigan The black bastard fuck lens crafters I see the bitch in them Cop a squat drop a pile on them, I'm steadily shittin on these niggas But they hate the way Freddie came and switched up the style on 'em I stretched it out to 250 he got a nine coming Don't sell it at night but I'm up as early as five somethin Choppin boulders, and blowing dosha so fuck a cup of Folgers Bended corners, and serving yola straight off this Motorola Sometimes you sacrifice your heart to serve this hard weight Thirty rounds of death on my waist, it's baby Scarface nigga [Outro: Freddie Gibbs] (Statik Selektah scratchin) (*Joey Bada$$) (C-Carry on tradition-"AZ) Yeah! I said thirty rounds of death on my waist, it's baby Scarface nigga Yeah! Yeah I got thirty rounds of death on my waist, it's baby Scarface nigga (C-C-C-C-Carry on tradition-"AZ") (*Carry on tradition) (I-I-I-I'm Statik, and I'm a Selektah-"Red Cafe") (Y-You got it!!!) You know what I'm saying these niggas is rappin around in circles and shit But you know what I'm sayin they ain't talkin no real shit they ain't really fuckin'bout it Ya dig what I'm sayin nigga? Ha Ha? Ya dig?