Rockin' for My Home Town

Im rockin for the hometown
C-I, C-I
Im rockin for the hometown
C-I, C-I
Im rockin for my hometown
C-I, C-I
Im rockin for the hometown
Im from C-I L-I F-L-Y
Like a B-I-R-D in the S-K-Y
Dont T-R-Y to be [?]
These L-I-N-Es belong to M-I-N-E
Im make and they take, some rappers imitate​
OK, my rhymes make parties sway
People, I wont take any kind of losses
I battle rappers and I use all resources
Like household utensils, kitchen sinks
Some will get bust so they can think or blink of any way to destroy me
Try to unemploy me, I cant let no one stop me, Im runnin for the
Championship, rappin aint no game
After N-K, Solo will retake what was mine, is mine, will stay mine
And its that way because my beat and my rhyme
Are from Long Island, but in this society
I never find a rapper who can stand by me
Wheres the formula that makes Solo?
A-X plus the B-Y plus C is zero
I need nobody, I use no persuasion
The X and Y will satisfy my equation
Im gonna tell em that the new king has risen
Its time for yall to make an independent decision
I hear rappers of the world with self-taught talent
Who get smacked with beats and lose composure and balance
When I rhyme I eat more bass and [?] like a fiend
I keep my balance (how?) like Im rhymin on a balance beam
So when you fall down, stay down, low down
K-Solo is just rockin for his hometown
C-I, C-I
Im rockin for the hometown
C-I, C-I
Im rockin for my hometown
C-I, C-I
Im rockin for the hometown
C-I, C-I
And thats my hometown
Im not new to this but this is my first jam
And Ill be damned if I let a rapper take command
Of my show, I know, he cant get my flow
Yo, this style is made for the Solo
My moms used to tell me that Id be a broadcaster
I said Im Solo Mom and I rhyme much faster
Theyre runnin hot cause they scared like
Solo, chasing Freddy in his worst nightmare
Holdin the mic tight, cause when its time to recite
I say things to make a rapper wanna fight
But when Im rockin, Im shockin never fallin offbeat
Makin sure profits in my pocket will increase
No time for assumptions (what) or malfunctions (kick it)
We know this jams not a [?] production
Beats equipped, words and rhymes fit
I change the tide while Biggie Smalls gets with the movement
Yo Biggie Smalls?
Whats up?
Yo, everything cool on the flex?
Yeah
Cool man, cause Im gonna rip this
Do that
Get with my movement, my rap and flow is like a wheel hit
Remember Solo and all my rap achievements
My rhymes a source, some get lost
They throw the mic against brick walls and turn and toss
I race em, chase em, catch em and bass em
Smack em in the face like my girl outta place and
Hit em wit a rhyme watcha rapper drop
The man left a Nabisco in the Oreo box
I entertain with gangsters, who take off all
The bodyguards Bogard, the DJs Biggie Smalls
We went with the flow, while I cranked up the sound
Tonight I dedicate this jam to my hometown
C-I, C-I
Im rockin for my hometown
C-I, C-I
Im rockin for the hometown
C-I, C-I
Im rockin for my hometown
C-I, C-I
And thats my hometown
C-I, Central Islip word up
[?] coolin with EPMD, K-Solo in effect
Brentwood, New York , yo we in here
Im rockin for my hometown
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C-I, C-I