It's Ok - Khrysis, Add-2, Rapsody

You know we bout to hit the scene right?

And you know I rep the 'Go like a green light

Gimme room I’m bout to do my thang

Just have faith, like Biggie shorty ain’t no pootie tang, but you don’t hear me

God damn, that boy good!

Well good done got better

Now I got jams like Cosby got sweaters

Like birds that got feathers, Fonzie got leathers

Like Musiq Soulchild I put words together

Ain’t no uh-uh telling what these niggas’ll do

When you see they falling off like Bishop in Juice

Mean they probly diss they momma for a couple of views

Think I wasn’t gonna blow up but it didn’t diffuse

And they mad just like the hatter, you could follow the pattern

Or get lost quicker than Judy from Family Matters

It’s the wah, wah, chika, chika, rah, rah, oh!

If anybody asks it’s that nigga Add-2

When the day turnin' into night

It’s ok, we gon' be alright

Yea that’s just the way that story goes

Life fast, gotta take it slow

The rhyme killing no filler define

Nigga no mind sicker, I shine like Ma don for Dilla

My pen pushes the page, you tryna hang like a pinup

So what?

You push kis I drop lines like

That’s that sick wit, spit shit, this kid get fierce

Kick rhymes in white Nikes white as Ric Flair’s hair

Pardon, Your Honor, you want no parts of the drama

When I’m there, you ain’t there like Martin and his momma

Doesn’t matter, like glass I’ll shatter your plans

If I got a black Caddy I’m calling it back advance

May God bless my city, pray that they let them breathe

Mothers ain’t growing flowers but they burying seeds

Falling like fall leaves, friends blow in the breeze

Kinda like the Gibb brothers cause they wanna be Gs

'Fore they turn to Colonel Taylor, gotta let em be Preach

And this verse is on the house like Snoopy when he sleeps

24 hour turnover, the black An.

Jolie and I’m anti-freeze

Been through the pits and cold weather, I adapt like old leather

Got royalty in me, call me James I’m mo' Etta

Blew it off like Mo' Better

I’m mo' better been through the blues and blacks

I too got a clique sweater

Doctored the scar, squeezing me hard like mammograms

Embrace the ambulance, killing y’all

By the millions, diligence for those that spit sili-cons

Silly cons, I been illy since I was really, um

This high, knee high, I mean lie where no eye could see

Spy, you dies, we multiply

Homie told me today we gon' be alright

Cause no matter how dark it get we wait til a brighter light

Shit, so please never call it quits

From the 'Go to the Raleighwood, my niggas it’s all good