Verse:
Jump on the rhythm, get your groove in it. Follow me to the moon and return with a universal good feeling. Good good feeling. The vibe’s there for the taking. We’re baking tracks at home and come out creative. Zudo what’s your status? Another beat coming. Make the speakers pumping. Pump it up till I can hear nothing. Keep my ears drumming. I ain’t gone until I finish it. Take a few minutes. I breathe in before I’m making this infinite. Authentic with some true rap skills. EllMatic making this party happen, they go “Ooh, that’s real!” Having universal connection, use the mic as my antenna. Enter your body center now dance to this funkorama. Remember not to forget this. Everybody’s here to witness. Make the world a little better in the name of my existence. It doesn’t matter if the clock keeps ticking. Drop your gard down and listen to this ill composition.

Hook:
Coming wicked every time when I be on the mic I lay it down tight. Di don switch up the styles ya’ll. “Styles ya’ll!”. Living up the mind, embrace the value of the time and get high. Yeah we keep the party live ya’ll. “Live ya’ll!”
Wicked every time when I be on the mic I lay it down tight. We gonna switch up the styles ya’ll. “Styles ya’ll!” Living up the mind, embrace the value of the time and get high. And we keep the party live ya’ll. “Live ya’ll!”

Verse:
Living up the mind, embrace the value of the time man. Share my point of view as I’m expending my horizon. my spirit is alive and the engine is running fine man. Vibing on the beat and know I gotta keep on, gotta keep on climbing. Wising up and I’m rising. Each step of the ladder gives me the boost to move mountains. Strapped with stacks of raps, I hit them with a thousand rhymes and come correct on a house beat I’m launching. So that the inspiration can grow. I need a pen and a paper to get down with these ill flows. Make it work. That’s all I know. The only way to get far. Stretch and reach further than my arms can reach to the stars, whut whut! Against all odds I’m in the scene of art. Giving all of ya’ll a peek of my thought. From out the heart. And let it speak. No matter what the future will bring. Regardless.. Keep doing the opposite of the obvious.

Hook:
Coming wicked every time when I be on the mic I lay it down tight. Di don switch up the styles ya’ll. “Styles ya’ll!”. Living up the mind, embrace the value of the time and get high. Yeah we keep the party live ya’ll. “Live ya’ll!”
Wicked every time when I be on the mic I lay it down tight. We gonna switch up the styles ya’ll. “Styles ya’ll!” Living up the mind, embrace the value of the time and get high. And we keep the party live ya’ll. “Live ya’ll!”

Verse:
Ring, ding ding, ding ding, ding ding ding. Don’t forget to put your hands up ones again all friend. Step into the cypher with a lot of passion. Fi many lyrical man; this is a confrontation. Follow me! give me the mic, give me the mic. Pass the mic to the white don. These suckers ain’t prepared for the elimination. Breaking all the rules again, nobody stand a chance. Cause my ragamuffin style must be from the Jamaican rum. People ask me all the time, “hey Ell, yo, where you get it from?” I tell them; “Simply, it don’t matter. As long as we are getting drunk. Dance on the rhythm everyone. Enjoy the cultivation. Get up and get out your comfort zone. Get out your isolation.” Come!!

Hook:
Coming wicked every time when I be on the mic I lay it down tight. Di don switch up the styles ya’ll. “Styles ya’ll!”. Living up the mind, embrace the value of the time and get high. Yeah we keep the party live ya’ll. “Live ya’ll!”
Wicked every time when I be on the mic I lay it down tight. We gonna switch up the styles ya’ll. “Styles ya’ll!” Living up the mind, embrace the value of the time and get high. And we keep the party live ya’ll. “Live ya’ll!”