[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes Hate in my heart, love in my mind I seen nights full of pain, days of the same You keep the sunshine, save me the rain I search but never find, hurt but never cry I work and forever try, but I'm cursed so never mind And it's worse but better times seem further and beyond The top gets higher, the more that I climb The spot gets smaller and I get bigger Tryna get into where I fit in, no room for a nigga But soon for a nigga it be on motherfucker Cause all this bullshit, it made me strong motherfucker [Chorus:] So I pick the world up and I'm a drop it on your fuckin' head, yeahh! Bitch, I'm a pick the world up and I'm a drop it on your fuckin' head (YEAH) And I could die now rebirth mother fucker Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth Motherfucker I'm gone Motherfucker I'm gone [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Uhhhh! I know what they don't wanna tell you Just hope you're heaven sent, and you're hell proof I walk up in the world and cut the lights off And confidence is a stain they can't wipe off Uhhh, my word is my pride But wisdom is bleak and that's a word from the wise Served to survive, murdered and bribed And when it got too heavy I put my burdens aside [Chorus:] So I could pick the world up and I'm a drop it on your fuckin' head, ha ha yeahh! Bitch, I'm a pick the world up and I'm a drop it on your fuckin' head (YEAH) And I could die now rebirth mother fucker Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth Motherfucker I'm gone Motherfucker I'm gone [Eminem:] I'm gone [Verse 3: Eminem] It hurts but I never show, this pain you'll never know If only you could see just how lonely and how cold And frostbit I've become, my back's against the wall When push comes to shove I just stand up and scream 'Fuck 'em all! ' Man it feels like these walls are closin' in This roof is cavin' in, but it's time to raise it then Your days are numbered like pages And my book of rhymes got them crookin' boy This crooked mind of mine got them all shook And scared to look in my eyes I stole that fuckin' clock, I took the time And I came up from behind and pretty much snuck up And butt fucked this game up Better be careful when you bring my name up Fuck this fame, that ain't what I came to claim But the game ain't gonna be the same on the day that I leave it But I swear one way or another I'm a make these fuckin' haters believe it I swear to God, won't spare the rod I'm a man of my word, so your fuckin' heads better nod Or I'm a fuck around in this bitch and roast everybody Sleep on me that pillow is where your head'll lie Permanently bitch, it's beddy bye This world is my Easter egg, yeah prepare to die My head is swole, my confidence is up This stage is my pedestal, I'm unstoppable Incredible hulk you're trapped in my medicine bowl I could run circles around you so fast your fuckin head'll spin, dawg I split your cabbage and your lettuce and olives I'll fuckin' [Chorus:] Pick the world up and I'm a drop it on your fuckin' head, yeahh! Bitch, I'm a pick the world up and I'm a drop it on your fuckin' head And I could die now rebirth mother fucker Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth Mother fucker I'm gone Mother fucker I'm gone I'm gone

You know, Hardstyle as a whole, is a beautiful thing. The melodies, the kicks, the vocals, the buildups, everything. It's evolving every single day whether people like it or not. I'm tired of hearing people complain about an artist, changing his or her style when it's just evolution. You can't stop that, it just happens It's the Hardstyle Evolution

[Verse 1 - Trae] I'm a gangsta' to the end, ridin' for the set Black Chevrolet, wit' the paint still wet J's on my toes, loc's on my eyes Crawlin on 4's, every time I slide by Nutin' less to the truth, I'm the streets of the South Hoes on my swag, cuz' the diamond's on my mouth But I move low key, posted in the trap Raw wit' the rap to put my hood on the map I'ma do this shit for H.A.W.K. and his brother named Pat And my partner named Screw, so I let the trunk crack What they know about that, hataz' betta' chill Plus I'm packin' sumtin' that they classifiy as steel Reppin' my block, still doin' my thang Trunk full of bang, holdin' ABN gang Screwed up click, I'ma let the world know Before it's all over, we could make the world slow [Chorus - Trae] You can find me in my hood, swangin' in the drop Trunk popped up, now I'm lettin' back the top Loc's on my face and my grill so clean Dirty grand talk, boppers hoppin' on my team Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw Hop out on the block, still holla', whut it dew [Verse 2 - Yung Joc] Talk to em' 65' Impala, Chevy SS The top dissapear, see the clear VVS I guess you know the name, yeen' gotta say it When I say it's goin' down, S-K start sprayin' Block E-N-T and A-B-N niggas in charge Errbody muggin, niggas face stiff as starch I'ma let you pull your card, but watch how quick I pull it Hey fuck the semi-auto, my niggas pack fullest We bulleys on the block, the hustle don't stop It's eat whatchu' kill, that's the model off top Yeah, it's the A-Town and the H-Town Tell em' this the shakedown, lay face down Me and my nigga Trae gettin cake now Splittin' down the middle fifty fifty that's the breakdown Baby keep yo' face down, and don't talk back You can find me in the hood, nigga distribute packs [Chorus - Trae] You can find me in my hood, swangin' in the drop Trunk popped up, now I'm lettin' back the top Loc's on my face and my grill so clean Dirty grand talk, boppers hoppin' on my team Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw Hop out on the block, still holla', whut it dew [Verse 3 - Trae] Hop out the block like I'm still hittin stains Platinum in the hood, so they tend to know my name Yellow VS1's got me switchin’ up the game Might hop, flop, top droppin’ like the rain Hoes talk down, Trae neva’ get mad Lyrics so screwed, still checkin’ my swag Got me certified playa since the day of my birth Grab a couple million, and I can show you what I'm worth Sittin’ so low, everytime I come down Trunk just popped, so I'm showin’ my surround 84's got me tippin’ so low to the ground Still hittin’ licks, movin’ off the Greyhound Watch it for the laws, I ain’t fuckin’ wit’ da time Gotta getcha wit my prime, ain’t gon’ stoppin’ my shine I advise that they let the truth to the throne If you say I ain’t the realest, say bitch you dead wrong [Chorus - Trae] You can find me in my hood, swangin' in the drop Trunk popped up, now I'm lettin' back the top Loc's on my face and my grill so clean Dirty grand talk, boppers hoppin' on my team Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw Hop out on the block, still holla', whut it dew

(Chorus) Original Pirate Material Yer listening to the streets Lock down your aerial (Verse 1) Make yerself at home We got diesel or some of that homegrown Sit back in yer throne, turn off yer phone Cos this is our zone Videos, televisions, 64's Playstations Weigh up a Henry with precision Few herbs and a bit of Benson But don't forger the Rizla, Lean like the Tower of Pisa Liza, I'll raise yer, And this is the day in the life of a Geezer For this ain't a club track Pull out yer sack and sit back Whether you white or black Smoke weed, chase brown Or toot rock We're on a mission, support the cause Sign a petition, summon all your wisdom The Music's a gift from the Man on high The Lord and his children Triple teenyear rudeboys Come rain or snow the Buddha flows You don't know? Stand on the corner watch the show Cos life moves slow Sort yer shit out then roll Sex, Drugs 'n' On The Dole Some men rise, some men fall I hear ya call, stand tall now (Verse 2) My underground train runs from Mile End to Ealing From Brixton to Boundsgreen My spitting's dirty my beats are clean So smoke weed and be lean I step out my yard through the streets In the dead heat all I got my spirit and my beats I play fair don't cheat And keep the gangsters sweet Turn the page, don't rip it out at yer age Move to the next stage Lock the rage inside the cage, Like SK it's New Day But don't take the shortcut through the subway It's pay or play, these geezers walk the gangway Deep seated urban decay, deep seated urban decay, Rip down posters alight From last weeks big Garage night And the next Tyson fight I cook em at 90 degrees Fahrenheit And don't copy the copyright I got em in my sites, blinding with the lights Taken to dizzy new heights Blinding with the lights, blinding with the lights Dizzy new heights