Nothing Ventured

Merry fifth-mas ‘til you get your trees up
Black Thought spit like a firearm — lickin' your knees up
Fifth militia crowd please alight Nate Wally
Worldwide — civilized when it speak ollie
Courage under fire — Thought, the wire-walkin' SP
Smooth-talkin' rap Attila — the hundred-spliff skilla
So travel the globe, there’s none iller
Come blows in the spine — tell her why the rhyme killer
Clone grafted on sweat that I shed — somethin' I said
Rock a fifth insignia all up on his head
My black lung regiment can’t relate with fake shit
I’m swimmin' with up inside the snake pit
Makeshift niggas is lost out there — the turn the mics off
Y’all MCs should duck down
We comin' with this well-wrapped sound from Philly-town
Shatter your crown — what the people want now
Now all these chickens runnin' round with they head cut off
And if you ever caught me sleepin', it was after I got my nut off
You like shinin'? It’s gettin' shut off
We keep ones like strippers who shake they butt off
A lot of y’all can’t pay back advances
I get my grind on just like lap dances
We in the last days, the last chances
No storybook romances — me and Thought got the answers
If we wylin' or chillin' growin' up in bloody streets
Or even in bleedin' buildings — this rap thing feedin' millions
You on a mission to shine and glisten
‘Cause money talks, and when it talks, motherfuckers listen
Now, ‘cause your ish flop
That don’t apply to me when my ish drop
I love hip-hop, and love Roxbury
Niggas be breakin' when I rock steady
But y’all ain’t ready for Eddie — c’mon
My team can only do the best that we can
And will never let a chicken make us less than a man
Breathe every breath that you can — I’ll be the life of the party
You’ll be the death of your man with your weapon in hand
Yo, I’m liable to let loose on my rival
On my arrival, I spit verses like the Bible
In a language that’s tribal to ensure my survival
Up in the clouds off the hydro
When I pass you, don’t get salted like a cashew
I do what I want to, and you do what you have to
Ed O.G. — and none of y’all ahead of me
On point is what you better be — dog, check the pedigree