[Verse 1: Ritchie With a T]We are, the definition of what you wantOr what you need, sometimes its different but that's not your faultYou see why you walking down the streetWith this night pondering upon your destinyWhat's your recipe?Ours is funky lyrics, baselines, and nothing lessFlows that rearrange times and hit your chestsHip hop's been injured, but far from deadAnd that's the stupid truth, get it in your headI-R is all we really isThe injured cats from the block but can't complain brothers really deadCondolence to my opponentsNonchalantly spitting the stuff that y'all be quotingI know you haven't felt nothing like this in a millisecondA brother's finna kill a recordMy heart spills to Dilla drumsBut I stay alive from these vibesThat my niggas love, come on now[Hook: Ritchie With a T & Stepa J Groggs] (x2)It's something to ride to itIf you wanna vibe to itThen go and just ride to itWhat?You know that I rhyme fluentSo when you just ride to itRemember it's my musicWhat?[Verse 2: Stepa J Groggs]Have you ever been lyrically photobombedNo more words only rap my verses with emojiconsNow-a-days raps too emo G to stay calmThese are street ball rules ignore the foul and play onOur shit's too def let it jam and play onMaybe you need a aid to hearIf what I'm saying isn't clear (clear)No flat line or defibrillatorWe originators not imitatorsLaugh at this whack music because it entertains usYou better brace yourself because you can't retain usYou know hold back, that's something that I never do on the trackAnd the pace my mind runs I can't get outran or lappedA lover and a fighter, an alcoholic and a writerI hope you heard this and get inspiredDon't forget there's no fire without I-R[Hook] (2x)