"Don't Doubt" feat. Theory Hazit, k-Drama, Wonder Brown, Kaz, Mouth Warren, Intellect & Griffin
Verse 1a: Theory Hazit
Yo another one from the O, this is my home
Home of Ken Griffey, home of thuggish ruggish Bone
Home of Killarmy, Hi-Tek and Brother Tone
Home of JazzFest and those spots that's blown
Home of Five Deez and the Catalysts of Lone
Home of Haley Berry, Dave Justice and Juice Lee
Zapp and Roger Troutman, George Clinton and Bootsy
Home of Ohio Players, Midnight Star and the Isley's
Home of Kenny P., D-Maub, Mood and Skillit
Ohio is the state but our noise is much iller
Verse 1b: k-Drama
Hey face the facts I'm not a back pack Tunnel Rat
but my sintax over tracks got them running back
I'm not a Scribbling Idiot just an affiliate
Trying to teach idioms to idiots to pull them out of
Idiocy and make all other idiots see that
Sin taxes is not worth the interest
Clench the redemption, check out the percentage
I enjoy whole life even if I don't make it big
Even if they doubt my homeland, but my ground they dig
Y'all love Ohio and don't even know it
Verse 1c: Wonder Brown
Bridging a gap wonderful underground in treach the mid-west
In jest to help ingest your cave then crave and aim at mid-chest
I'm claiming big Ohio status and that's the O-H-I-O
My yo, birds, possum, deer, road kill on every mile
My guile over this beat can't be beat by any style
I'm wild, similar to an urban version Gomer Pile
I'm saving 'cause your music's like giving a buck for your bile
When you're claiming nothing was something
When nothing but nothing's your style
So don't ever in your life tag my mic for country bumpkin
And I'm sure you're loving the life you live so let me tell you something
Hook: 2x
**Scratching: "Don't doubt the O-H-Ten and face the facts yo / Ohio / Don't be confused / Tell them where we be at / Don't doubt the O-H-Ten and face the facts yo"
Verse 2a: Kaz
Yo, they call me Kaz from the Glass City
Who's bold enough to clash with me? I'm collapsing his lung
Capacity's gone, I don't brag or ask anyone, I'm a handle this
A notepad attract kiddies done, hold my cell phone
I'll hoe slap, won't take him for his whole stash, too many ones
I can't flash that, I'm broke, no cash, a broke vocab, I'm so close when stuff looks bad
I rock these Timberlands, a hoodie, sagging, over stuffed book bag
What's up with that?, they wonder why I carry this image
It's 4-1-9 nigga until the day they bury me in it
Verse 2b: Mouth Warren
We're all indigenous to this place like the coqui from Puerto Rico mijo
Visiting your scene to make a little loft for the emo people
In exchange for soul music
With a sound exclusive to the mid-west
You'll drown in the fluid 'cause it's thick, so don't do it
You won't prove or impress the best
And I think I can speak for everybody when I say that we all are
What's been missing in this game for so long
Listen for the sounds we make in Ohio
And it don't stop, won't quit, the molecules we move and that's a plus
I'm Maury Warren already part of the problem that started this buzz
Verse 2c: Intellect
This tactical threat that has been globally positioned to drop bombs and hit targets
The marksmen, up in a land full of marked men
Mole-locks who fiend for underground hip-hop
That steadily drops within the boarders of my section
The talent is rich, crop is thick, manifesting game plans
Masses are gathering, wrecking the area
Streets and boroughs, railways non-commercial
This is a take over global and universal
My verbal rehearsal causing mad crowd dispersal
This is verbal milk from Ohio
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Verse 3a: Griffin
First off who worse off in a cypher? your squad
Beats lead to fits of rage I vent with unrehearsed bars
True to nothing but the game, music's my only birthmark
Don't need to kiss the sky these grave diggers and earth stars
And beautify them all to be a light in the dark
See Tunnel Rat or not I'm a unravel the plot
Handle the mic when I drop how a thug handle a glock
Get your back but Ohio State colors all that I rock
I eat rhymes, sleep rhymes, breathe rhymes, cross the line
But never test the faith I put in this little cross of mine
Verse 3b: Cas Metah
Yo I hope by now you know who hold the crown
Old to new school, golden fool-proof sounds abound from where we lounge
The cluttered gutter underground
Where ground round gets hunted by blood hounds
Where some say gun play will get you gunned down on any given Sunday
Town to town plus we renowned for our runways
But if you want waves just watch us hit the stage and rock it
But don't doubt the current in these waters
'Cause we're quick to get crowds nauseous from nodding they noggins
In this hip-hop mosh pit causing emcee sickness
So bear witness to eight of the states very hottest
Who all carry crosses regardless if our market garners large profits
That doesn't stop us or our progress, you can't bury the bonds we got
My home run things with no club swings
So come see the O's unseen bust seems in the pocket of a five bar loop length
I'm the hip-hop games LeBron James
All y'all hating on this player better save your hoop dreams and...
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