[Intro: Stevano-U.G.O]
Uh huh, Soul rock, rap, screenwritten
And the first (Digable Planets) shall be last
Rap renegades (Pharcyde), blast from the past
Straight hustle, Stevano-U.G.O

[Verse: Stevano-U.G.O]
Well, it’s that east coast, west coaster, guns in the Glock holster
Ready with them rockets that put your pictures on missing posters
Real live gangsters and soldiers, they toast me
Your name is worthless on the streets if you owe me
Show me the money, hops. Give me collateral like Tom Cruise and Jamiе Foxx or
Sleep in a wooden box, I’m not your average lil hustlеr, motherfuck the
Weapons I keep could start a war between me and Russia
Boss like the King of Prussia, that’s why
I’ll have you laying on the deep end by this weekend without even touchin ya
Stay on an island with thug bitches, counting riches
Too many alibis, police won’t believe y’all snitches
Judges can’t see my sickness
Witness the making of my cold heart
The bloody murder of my brother Lo
Rest in peace the whole start, yo
Just the beginning of the mass killings
And it’s not gon stop, even if I’m in a prison block
I’m killin cops cause they crooked like the letter S
That’s on my chest, spit a missile through your brittle vest
[Hook]
Like mic check one, two. Who is this?
The rap renegades, back to business
Mic check, one, two. Who is this?
The one you give respect, cause we iller than you is
Mic check, mic check (What, one, two)

[Verse: C-Note]
You gotta bounce to the rhythm, man
Stick to your visions, man
Don’t let these muhfuckas knock you off your square, man
With all they backbiting, you know I hear them talking
I do a show, get the dough, then we keep it moving
That’s how we do’s it man, load up the caravan
And then we off to a crib through the Marylands
Nothin but sun and sand, nothin but fun and fam
We put in work, and we stuck to that gangster plan
Put out some mixtapes, we did them talent shows
We talked to A&R’s, they gave us no no’s
We kept it quite composed, no pullin Calico's
Back to the lab and we funked up some cosmic flows
Nobody really know, just how it really goes
When you’re on the grizzle and you’re walking on your tippy toes
Let’s get this dough, gang. DP’s done lit the flames
We go against the grain, but still it’s all the same
These rap renegades, man. We came to change the game
These rap renegades, man. We came to change the game

[Hook]
Mic check [?]. What is this?
Mic check, one, two. Who is this?
The rap renegades, back to business
Mic check, one, two. Who is this?
The one you give respect, cause we iller than you is
Mic check, mic check

[Verse: Slimkid3]
Yo, who got the minute maid?
Is it the man whose paid?
Or the man who paid dues
Crew that can’t lose
Hard to fill shoes of those that stayed true
A man that made you, with words that saved you (POW!)
Was paid to, usher in a new age. Turn across a new page, the stage is set
I fire lines like an automatic, leaving ya wet
I don’t try to impress, I’m observant at best
See, I’m a servant and a leader
Provider and a needer
Experience the best teacher
I’m not a cheater when tested
You know my resident when addressed it
God like odd, like the chemistry of opposites
Attracting, you got a lot of tooth, but you lack men
A renegade’s effective when balanced, which is more than your talents
Which is more than your valor, and reward
My sword’s for clarity
God made the blade, so sharp to piece the heart so merrily
What? What is this?
(Chorus)
Mic check [?]. What is this?
Mic check, one, two. Who is this? (X Millennium)
The rap renegades, back to business
Mic check, one, two. Who is this? (It’s that mix)
The one you give respect, cause we iller than you is (Stevano-U.G.O)
Mic check, Mic check (C-Note)
Digable Planets, Source Internationale, Africano style, Cootie
Y’all know, this that soul rock, rap hip hop, uh huh