Go Hard or Go Home (Printnificence)

Go hard or go home! | Go hard or go home! | Go hard or go

home! | Go hard or go home!

Ok, Around the way, they say that boy cold with the written *******t |

So cold man his tongue froze spittin’ it | Everybody wanna know

“is he getting’ it?” | But the only way he know is to live this

*******t | Years ago really, who would’ve dreamt of it? | Overseas

doing shows really killin’ it | Young boy dreaming about the car

dealer*******p | A bunch of hoes that want life-long member*******ps |

This is the realest *******t, you gotta feel this *******t | Been blessed

all because of the penman*******p | Get dressed, do beats with

due diligence | Can’t rest until the whole world hear ‘em spit |

You can hear he put blood, sweat, and tears in this | So every

year you hear ‘em, is the year of Print | It sound mean, but dog

I don’t wanna hear ya *******t | My minds a machine, sometimes

you can hear it click | Who got the biggest click? I could give

a *******t | I roll so heavy solo you can probably feel my steps | I

test mics but the rhyme’s no experiment | It’s proven through

trial and error plus experience | Rappers in they bag looking for

the biggest trick | But even in the smallest things he can hear

a hit | Isolate the main part where the spirit is | Then magnify

it in size until it’s a hit | I put things in places where they

shouldn’t fit | I put drinks in my body that you shouldn’t mix |

I ride a mountain bike and run through a slew of chicks | It’s

no ******* question if I really do this *******t | *******, I live where

the yen and yang intersect | My perfect day is to make a beat

then have *** | Then laugh with the fellas and a can of Pabst |

Kissin’ the sky like my man Jimi Hendrix did | ******* what you’re

interest is, and what got you into this | The rhyme is the only

thing that matter to a lyricist | There’s no way that I can keep

going in like this | Because the good die young like Dilla did |

My progression never ends, so I can never rest | Every rhyme is

like climbing Mount Everest | Every beat is like running up stair

steps | Except I don’t celebrate when I reach the crest | My

entire mind-state is to be the best | Not the hot new trend that

you think is fresh | I don’t care which path is the friendliest |

I’mma take the one that got no trace of human steps | I’mma

tear rap down then rebuild the *******t | With total disregard to if

the pieces even fit | Reintroduce it to you with an unfamiliar

twist | Make it feel new to you like ******* a different *******