Forgotten - DJ JS-1, Wes Studii, Spit Gemz

Have you forgotten

Only a few, will understand and appreciate

What’s about to happen

Now when you outside the room

The beats sound different

You can’t hear the sample

But the drums still kickin

And you move in a whole nother

Groove when you tune in

Hip Hop I love you

You saved my life

And I will turn up and destroy

Whoever try dim your light

Rare species

Pay attention if you get to meet me

86' Revolver

Blow you out your

At least be

Man enough to throw shots back

I’d rather that

Than be a victim of police contact

I’m from the bottom of the map

My hood is in the bisque

Deepstar 6

A lot of ninjas

Coulda been the shit

I ain’t tryna be the nicest

I’m tryna be the be the one

That make you think a couple times

Before you settle when you writing

Instead of getting nicey

I spending they cheque

On building homes, schools in every city

Where I might be

It’s likely I’m the one

Be careful when you invite me

They forgot so we gotta let them know again

Get back to making good joints

Cause that’s what rap is about

Don’t ever listen to what nobody’s sayin

Wait a minute, listen

Ta nah, I’m not buying it

They forgot, so we gotta let them know again

Some dumb ass kid now is believing in the lie now

Don’t ever listen to what nobody’s sayin

Get back to making good joints

Cause that’s what rap is about

There’s no need to question the gods

Try walking a mile

Cause the shoes

They ain’t steppin in large

Like a ninja on the

Stressed in the yard

Bout to hit the library

Tryna lessen the charge

I’m focused

You’d think I had blinders on

Can’t stop cause the grind is long

Drop knowledge for the youth

When I rhyme a song

Cause rap is like the system

They don’t give a fuck if your mind is

Global wealth not self power

So we sell flour

Straight up

Like the 12th hour

Death getter

Spit life

Got my own lane

Barbeque beats with the verse

Like propane

I be on the lookout

And you can get added to the cookout

Not enough fingers for who I took out

So hop up on my bandwagon playa

Cause if you spit fire

I’m a dragonslayer

Let’s go

Yo

I try to educate the youths

But they don’t listen

They’d rather cook coke

Bag it up on grandma’s dishes

Can’t blame em man

I did the same thing

Hustling for days

Hail, sleet, snow and rain

Times changed now

Campers on every corner

Dunno who snitching

Everybody phone got camcorders

You tell on me dawgs

I kidnap your granddaughter

Murder the little bitch

Go catch a tan in Florida

Hip hop is sold out

Cheap relic disciple

X ray my medula

It looks like a rifle

Doctors runnin out the room

They dropping bibles

Queens psycho

Nutso

I hold the title

No survival

Yeah you drowning in my verbal flood

sworn

I’ll get it in blood

You up for that motherfucker

Cause I’m the one ya’ll need to be worried about

Have you forgotten