The sky glistens, the vibe missing is back God spittin', put the 'Ville on the map Once upon a time there was not a realer than rap All that money buys you could never fill in that gap So drop a funny line or cunning rhyme Whatever style, you decide Teach a butter how to fly Lick a shot a hundred times The beauty of it, record in the studi, eff it To do it right here in public Prove that you truly love it From Brooklyn to Czech Republic Truth that we truly covet Your mood could be messing up The crew help you get above it After you will see, you and me [?] Tracee, Bear, Saint Tommy, Simon Powell, Baylor Beats Blvff is coming back this week (What up?) That's the faculty Rapping like we athletes If you wanna pass, better learn how to weed casually Actually I would never ask thee to do something I wouldn't do So these raps be holding up my end of the bargain Look what we started, a party, and now we charted And chartered a plane to Harbyn who's getting married in May, enchanté Nice to meet you, greet you, reaching new people The feats be the features, leap to new peaks Speak the future [?] see soon, be cool That's the first rule if you creep through Other than that we all equal, Y Tu And you, and you, and you, and you Welcome to UOC Fall semester, baby