Artist: Tree City Album: Thus Far Song: Crackdown Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Tree City] Compound loops to build measures Walls of sound pound your troop like Phil Spector Guild accept the top of stones but in the letter envelopes where you can drop a note from hand to pocket if the stock is broke Unconscious goals when I'm at rest a {?} Not to boast but those who said they were the best got exposed by the flows, a Godly strong man, the Euchiariac flows scatter high and low, I'm climbin ladders to define 'em hoe Not the guy to try and scold unless you plan to cry in bold Whine and throw a temper tantrum after I explode And take your assets, potentially expand stacks Exponentially, your man's back with intensity Can't censor me, it ain't happenin My grass has been more orange than forests of mandarin tangerines I mean, tangerines, hazardous as gasoline Splattering flammable canopies in match factories These cats ain't passin me, thinkin that I'm slippin if I ain't stackin cheese, as far as haters go I block 'em like Maccabee, thinkin I'm slackin please I'm a pretty nice guy 'til I start packin these Wait actually, that really ain't my legacy Focused on the prophetdom, the gossip I just let it be This is endin up as hard as people said it'd be Lock it down or set it free, you'll never see the end of me Settle down let 'em peep, I don't need to sit it Steady on the boom through the knowledge and the lift I was only tryin to think a bit, but then a month passed And I ain't write shit, so I must have the inability to contact what's willin me Have me second guessin if I was eager to real MC The pressure's on I can feel the heat Turn it up, kill the beat, loud enough, kill the weak {*scratching to the end*}