Too Late

Yo, when the bass thump, the place jump<br>Like it`s way crunk, yeah,<br>Fake punks get they face lumped<br>Sent to the most high, by the most fit<br>You gotta do, fuck that almost shit<br>The fam is close knit<br>You diggin`, know the clock don`t stop tickin`<br>Glocks still spittin`, the whole block politickin`<br>Lik epresidents with they minds dead on arrival<br>Leaving no evidence of a struggle for survival<br>Songs relevant to the times like the psalms read in the Bible<br>Stepping to this leaves thoughts in your head `it`s suicidal`<br>It`s the T to the A-L-I-B the deep rooter<br>Rolling with my wanna battle cats who chief buddha<br>And see through the overspecialized, underpressurized<br>No lie texturized, emcees who got the masses mesmerized<br>with empty rhetoric, they better quit<br>Niggas so hollow that they echo like sentiments<br><br>Nowadays rap artists coming half-hearted<br>Commercial like pop, or underground like black markets<br>Where were you the day hip-hop died?<br>Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? (6x)<br><br>Kwa is chillin`, Tone is chillin`<br>What more can I say, we stay building<br>And make killings<br>Take children through the wilderness, by the hand<br>It`s a great feeling, show `em how to be a man<br>Exactly, pack trees in my khakis<br>My sound fat like a Neve while you thin like a Mackey<br>C`mon, shine so bright when I walk by<br>You got ta squint like the motherfucking sun in your eye<br>What! Say somethin, you stay frontin<br>It ain`t nothing, let off like I`m big game hunting<br>Me and Tek stay way blunted<br>Wave running on beaches with white sand<br>With a slight tan<br>Smack the mic stand with my right hand<br>When I`m excited<br>Leave you so far in the dust that you forced to bite it<br>On fire like property lost to riots<br>Yo, ain`t no stopping us when we all united<br><br>Chorus