Recapturing the Vibe

It's the next chapter where's all my heads at

You slept at the fact that we crept back to

Set factors straight, the only dead rappers

Are penned at the papers of no cred actors

Those haters, no you don't phase us

You don't know shit so, you're on a need to know basis

For those gracious folk with no status

I made this flow for you, no, your own name is

Not a part of the bigger picture, listen it's the

Middle finger that you put up in a fist, yeah

Life's a bitch and it'll hit ya

If I could pimp women like I do words I'd be living a little richer

Hip hop's a circus act, this is absurd but fact

One critic or cynic for every that learned to rap

One lyrical gimmick for every with purpose that

Furthered rap culture 'round the Earth and back

But some diss but when I'm up in your face

You're a man of your word, you got nothing to say

I got respect for the scene and love for the place

Where I bled for my dreams and struggled for change

We're still striving on, we're still alive and strong

Right or wrong, I'd still kill for where I belong

Insightful on the real deal when I write a song

Question, you still feel the vibe I'm on

I can feel the vibe

That beautiful sound, I'm loving

Still can feel the vibe

When you're quick to the beat

Still can feel the vibe

That beautiful sound, I'm loving

Still can feel the vibe

That's the messed up cell phone

MC

Oy, Soft, you in there?

I had the whole crowd like, oh, shit, that's right, I said it

I'll be like da, da, da, da

Roll out the credits

Two of the best to ever edit poetics

It be the three headed beast from obese come to set it

Off Hilltop in the place, sir just calm down

Spit fire on stage and burn your bar down

Hear it bumping in clubs, you turn your car around

Hear it pumping in pubs, you buy another round

Pump it up in your car

Turn your car to a club

Smash through the wall of a pub and burn the bar down

Just burn the bar down like a disco inferno

MCs aren't the only thing we burn though

I'm the arsonist like Rakim is

So ask your kids, who the number one artist is

Obese got the mad fucking roster, while

Your crew couldn't even

House a foster child

You're flamboyant like Oscar Wilde, I got to smile

When you panic on stage like you lost a child (Where's Benny?)

Benny's cross the road watching Hilltop

'Cause they got the flow, the hills have still got

The skills, the beats, to get nice on

Don't need drugs, I get a buzz when the mics on

So hit the floods, surfer like it with the lights on

Hilltop, we're what's left when the vibe's gone

I can feel the vibe

That beautiful sound, I'm loving

Still can feel the vibe

When you're quick to the beat

Still can feel the vibe

That beautiful sound, I'm loving

Still can feel the vibe