Nothing Ventured - Ed O.G, Black Thought

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