[Commentary]
Yeah, this is another
J-Skub, [?] beat, yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, it’s the feelin’ that’s makin’ you stand up
It’s the heart, it’s the soul, it’s the shit
And it starts with us puttin’ our hands up
And just pumpin’ the air with our fists
Like we don’t care
They come knockin’, we ain’t there
Ain’t no time like now
So you wanna get down? Yo, when I say “bounce”, you bounce

[Verse 1]
Just when you thought we’d match
Get your seat back, feet up and relax
Fuck that, we relapsed and OD’d from the heat
I got an IV from my vein to the beat
See dudes in vain tryna beat the flow
Like they in the same vein as me but uh, no
Nah, no, this swagger swayed like a vagabond
Cavalcade the bombs, shit, not what the maggots on
Not the same cookie cutter, I took it up another
Couple o’ runs like it’s nothin’ but fun
Pressure come down, fuck it or run
I ain’t budge, it’s on before a punch been swung
And look, I’m sorry to bear bad news
But you airbag soft, we jet black smooth
You jazz flute rap fucks, I’ll swear fags move or
Check out the bottom o’ the Air Max 2s like what?
[Chorus]
It’s the feelin’ that’s makin’ you stand up
It’s the heart, it’s the soul, it’s the shit
And it starts with us puttin’ our hands up
And just pumpin’ the air with our fists
Like we don’t care
They come knockin’, we ain’t there
Ain’t no time like now
So you wanna get down? Yo, when I say “bounce”, you bounce

[Verse 2]
What? Back to basics
Bash your head to the beat when the bass kicks
Goin’ ape shit, yeah, right here
Only ones stoppin’ us come in riot gear
When the beat knock babies out their high chairs
And the flow with the lion’s share with o’ the prize there
You got a rapper’s worst nightmare
So how the fuck could we possibly fight fair?
Aright, yeah, it’s a product o’ God
Plus years of guys spent of just stackin’ the odds up
Had ‘em against me, high as they could get
Took the chips and bet the whole house on my success
Angry man with the button pressed
So I aim for the best, yep, that shit, nothin’ less
It’s Crooked Eye if you wanna test
It’s Illyal and J-Skub, come fuck with the best like what?
[Chorus]
It’s the feelin’ that’s makin’ you stand up
It’s the heart, it’s the soul, it’s the shit
And it starts with us puttin’ our hands up
And just pumpin’ the air with our fists
Like we don’t care
They come knockin’, we ain’t there
Ain’t no time like now
So you wanna get down? Yo, when I say “bounce”, you bounce

[Commentary]
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Shit
We’re almost at an end here
But this next one’s courtesy of none other than M-Phazes
“Rock Star Shit”

[Intro]
M-Phazes, good gracious
Illy
What?
One, two, three, four

[Commentary]
Yeah
It’s Crooked Eye, what?