Can I Lyrics

I can remember rhyming with my brother Rider

Back when they called him Sam P

But just Sammy to me

Recording before Space Jam with Jordan

On the tape deck

Trying to relieve ourselves from boredom

Two brothers starting

In their own interviews

Impersonating cartoons

Tasmanian Devil

Elmer FUD

Loony Tunes

My memories vivid of those

Train rides to Brooklyn

Hearing Fat ta spitting in his room

Dreadful dark

I'd soon get a spark

To take it more serious

Really learn to craft my art

When my pops passed

I poured out my heart

Anger

Frustration

Mead book was the bullseye

My pen a dart

Learned to hit my mark

Kept the tip sharp

Practice passion and preparation

Set me apart

O Dog determined for y'all to feel my bite

More so hear my bark

But this was only the start

Can I

Yes you can

Can I

Come on come on yes you can

Can I

Come on you know that you can

Well I'm gone

I been Oh Ding officially

Since the bootleg

In college I ain't win battles

I tore off they heads

You heard anything different don't believe what he said

Still it was Man Of Many Mugs

That put me ahead

One of my most favored mix tapes

Twenty six tracks deep

Lapin emcees like an athlete in a track meet

Ink flowing heavy no wonder what Splash mean

From Interviews to Stimulus package E P's

Feature Presentation of course

Starring me

As Is straight forward

Satisfaction guaranteed

Oh Mugs self tilted was brief

For The Love Of The Culture

Better Days Ahead was done for my beliefs

The ninth I consider my third three peat

Far from over no joke

Wait till they get a load of me

All my joint projects with Bullet and Jon Doe

Consistency is key

Name an artist that got more

Can I

Yes you can

Can I

Come on come on yes you can

Can I

Come on you know that you can

Well I'm gone

I do this For The Love Of The Culture

Break dance and baggy jeans gun tucked nigga

Fuck a holster

Favorite artist on a poster

Wall to wall in your bedroom

Tape deck ready

Play that new tune

DJ and, graffiti, emcees light the boom

Now they call it loud

Same shit different crowd

But niggas dressing like bitches

And bitches telling niggas to bow down and suck a dick

I ain't old

That's some other shit

These new niggas confused all they do is run they lips

Let's build before I'm done with it

How your rhymes don't rhyme

Your lyrics not lyrical

You mumbling your words

Shit is getting critical

Not hate

I'm concerned for our future principles

We don't school them

We'll raise generations of millennial's

That want trophies for being

Sub par individuals

That sense of entitlement should be ridiculed

How you acting like Blade Brown

When you Duncan Pinderhughes

I'm a class act

Been had my AS-CAP

Want a hot verse

Hit me on cash app

Want a dope song

Better bring that bag full of stacks

And I still want all my points like

When Kobe had Shaq

They been robbing us for years

Time to get it back

Said we wouldn't last

Look at us now

Television, marketing and ads

Anything that generates profits got Hip Hop in it

If I'm lying then I'm dying

I'll wait

I'm still kicking

Still spitting

Still tipping

Look at them

Sick in the face

Still tripping

If we each put a little in

It'll make a big difference

Remember you don't get six rings without Pippin

That's that Bullshit

Don't let them divide us

There's an order of operation

Multiplication before division

It all makes sense in the end

It makes Dollars Or Nothing

Don't forget with the numbers comes the power

It all makes sense in the end

It makes Dollars Or Nothing

Don't forget the numbers comes the power

Can I

Yes you can