93 Til Infinity Video (MV)

I fell in love with Hip-Hop a couple years ago
Started writing rhymes now Im Montreal city's goat
And for those who don't believe in what I can achieve
Me and Anthony will prove you wrong beat after beat
Put it on repeat, mad rappers showing teeth
Killing their hope so they back working at Mickey D'z
Rest in peace Capital Steez : Lyrical Genius
Modern day prophet, never motivated by the profit
Joey wanted the fame, you wanted things to change
And now you's in a grave while he's riding in a mc Laren
This world makes you insane, somethings you never seen
You witnessed niggas selling their soul to get up on the scene
Feening the green now they backstabbing enemies
A dolla' and a dream I guess I'll put them on your recipe
But for now my nigga : May you rest in peace
May I repeat : rest In peace King Steez
You stayed focus on your shit to the infinite
Real hip-hop lyricism, 47 residents
But some niggas was too involved with the dividends
Mixing money with friendship, now they regret a nigga
They killed pro era's president for dead presidents
Lost one like Lauryn Hill, now these niggas reminiscing
Are you rapping from the soul or cuz its beneficial?
Knifey Mcstab here to kill the odds like superstition
Lost souls Delusively, but truthfully
Trynna give people something to leave with like a souvenir
So we working on our craft until the last breath
Music so intense it's making it hard to digest
Red pill popping, Lsd mind opening
Now im ready to lead like a governor
So kick it back and relax when listening to my tracks
Red bull gives you wings while my music giving heart attacks
And if I only could bring one dead rapper back
For a featuring with Knifey Mcstab
Ninety-three 'til infinity, I ain't talking souls of mischief
I'm talking 'bout my nigga Steez : rest in peace
You stayed focus on your shit to the infinite
Real hip-hop lyricism, 47 residents
But some niggas was too involved with the dividends
Mixing money with friendship, now they regret a nigga
Create the sound from the underground
Ay yo the word around town is that we coming for the crown
Soulful like James brown, Montréal my hometown
Niggas use to doubt now they eyes be looking down
Verbal assault when I spit like it's my job
To get hearts beating hard like a f*cking coffee shop
Caffeine, nicotine, for my raps they be feening
See me on the stage once : now they want my semen
Music never getting old like Morgan Freeman
That's that type of shit that helps you battling your demons
And if you think I'm conceited, check niggas in my region
Never done none, but talking like they genius
Pulling out guns in locker rooms like Arenas
While I be pulling out my penis 'cuz I don't need kids
Thinking that you owning the city, but you gon' need keys
Lyrical I'm bringing freshness like a sea breeze