We are keepers of the culture
The great mic rippers big reefer rollers
Big game hunters and we only target vultures
We are keepers of the culture

Smelling Dior the track suit is vaulor, usually in the adidas but today is Diadora
Give an encore return of the real shit
Put it in a grave death to the bullshit
Or burn it in a urn as long you niggaz learn
That this shit is double Dutch you gotta take you turn
Not wait, see I’m from the peach state
Fort Valley homie we ain’t got it like the A
But we had a lot heart so we made ideas spark til the light bulb shattered I ain’t like these other rappers
I was bit by the bug in probably 95
I knew what it was I had to keep on striving
In the land of booty shake I discovered Clue? Tapes
That made me spit like Reptile wit the nude face
Til this day the know what it is,
They don’t want it with the Cobra.
They ain’t ducking g with the kid

We are the keepers of the culture