Rampant Flows Video (MV)

DA Dank back again like it's Armageddon
Ain't no contention, yeah, 'cause y'all still sweating
Are you forgetting the setting of where we dropping this?
We the number one in Northampton, there ain't no stopping this
We got T-Rank, the OG Donut killer
Captain Zucc in the producer's chair aspires like J Dilla
J-Hoss backing us up, and then Two-Five
25 percent Mexican in overdrive
We got some kinda lineup for y'all
Splitting' up the verses then firing it off
Without further adieu, man, we boutta cruise through
Captain Zucc, spit some bars, you know what to do
Illest flows around this whole side of town
You stunt on a homie, and son you going down one
Only thing you're gonna do is diss for publicity
Won't be winnin' when you driven out, that's simplicity
Captain Zucc, the risen household name
Hood Rich, back on DANK., was my claim to fame
We got stacks on stacks, and bars on bars
There ain't no looking back, with track records like ours
Regardless what you say man, in 'Hampton we're a hit
We got sick beats and fire lyrics to spit
Boutta turn the mic, Two-Five, you know what it is
Mow 'em down, you know, give 'em the biz
Two-Five on the track in my debut
The rhythms like a system
And the fire's coming through
Needless to say, imma take it away
Homemade rapping like a rhyming array
When you constantly doing the race
You learn to game the system
Get Diffy out ya face
The scrawny bald dingus
Can't say that we'd miss him
We takin too much time just to diss him
Wouldn't be surprised if he tried to pull something
On the back of his mind you know he wants us runnin
Out here in Hampton the streets can be tough
T-Rank take a verse you ain't spittin enough
Pullin in get some looks but you know I done nothing
T-Rank is in the place now there ain't no fronting
You better be bumping this don't let me catch you buggin
Too busy wasting all my time with the running
The studio is like my home away from home
Can't stop with the lyrics just flowing off the dome
The dissers dig deep but all my dawgs dig deeper
You know I'll be showing the flows to my teacher
Didn't start in 'Hampton, came straight outta Trenton
Back in those days man we was still renting
Rapping in my blood cuz, too many to mention
Hand over the mic, one more verse, J-Hoss steppin in
J-Had back with another beat cutter
Slice through this instrumental just like its some butter
You know Lil Gnarly's been lookin for some trouble
"Come to Venezuela" man, that sure was a struggle
First track gonna be a diss how original?
We rappin bout Lincoln and why he's so biblical
After this diss your career's unfixable
Don't be like Pusha T, start stuff you ain't permissible
Bottom line make your music just for the passion
Don't get into it just for the reaction
Publicity is overhyped ironically enough
Your diss track ruined, we callin' your bluff