Aim T' Da Top Video (MV)

K. Keyz
Yeah boy
Yeah yeah let's go
Oh
Yeah yeah let's go
Keyz on the track
J with the raps
(Oh oh oh uh aye)
1093, 1093
(Aye aye aye aye)
And we aimin' t' da top boy
Let's go, let's go

Mental capacity's like a power strip, I light when I spit
Ignited by lightning I'm on a power trip
T' make you hit the cell, no sprint
Seems this is the only way t' get ya bars up, bitch
And even then, you couldn't f*ck with me
If I was high with my hands tied and dipped in cyanide
Shit, it's like throwin' a spark in volcano
What? You expect some hot flames?
I'm passed insane like the joker smokin' that crack again
I snack on brains like the end of Hannibal's masquerade
I'm Idi Amin, elite on the sheets, guess you can call me militant
I stay diligent like a terrorist tryna bomb his enemies call me Osama Bin
Gotta rise up like a face lift, make it to a top ten list
For the most 911 calls like Hee Orama
Ima tied t' this game or you can get a round house kick like Walker
But this ain't Texas so best believe the flexing's forbidden pimpin'
Listen this mission's for real men
I sow rappers up who try t' get smart, look at you, now you're a nitwit
Y'all snap for the birds like Twit Pics, I'ma aim for the torch, Olympics
So we can get it crackin' like addicts snackin' on purple caps and
We get like magnets attractin' the factions of the masses

And in my city, we gon' light it up
And homie we'll be celebratin' from the night til dawn
And then we'll rise up for the grind, we gotta get it and then make a killin'
I'm pumpin' out these iron lyrics on the beats we spillin'
(I'ma) Aim t' da top, (I'ma) aim t' da top
It's nothin' like a hustler's spirit and believe I'm willin'
(To) Aim t' da top, (to) aim t' da top
It's nothin' like a hustler's spirit and believe we killin'

When I'm illin' listeners be listenin' catchin the sickest feelin'
Like "My gosh, somebody better get a doctor for him" I feel the effects of bingin'
Spittin' my hardest lyrics amidst these corny henchman
These kats tried t' grab the controller but the Xbox'll keep you on contingent
Push t' start? You have no game, no engine t' get in, you're out the frame (what?)
Oh my editor changed some things so for lack of a better say, you're not in the picture
Ain't no one on the grind like we like ecstasy we on another level
High passed treble, If you meddle, we'll use metal
These lyrics are pumped by the fuel of the streets, my drive was on E
Until I got a refill, rechargin' my battery, had t' be done for me
Nobody can see as well as I can, like pop cans I'ma crush you motherf*ckers
Twelve feet under, chump, man I'm no buster,
I'ma I'ma Krumper throwin' fits with y'all, play you like the Brecker Boys
Someday I'll replace you fossil fuel rappers, y'all ethanol
Writer's block is unlocked, you toilet bowl bitches have been stopped
By the lyrical, cynical criminal, I'm takin' you outta the top spot

And in my city, we gon' light it up
And homie we'll be celebratin' from the night til dawn
And then we'll rise up for the grind, we gotta get it and then make a killin'
I'm pumpin' out these iron lyrics on the beats we spillin'
(I'ma) Aim t' da top, (I'ma) aim t' da top
It's nothin' like a hustler's spirit and believe I'm willin'
(To) Aim t' da top, (to) aim t' da top
It's nothin' like a hustler's spirit and believe we killin'