Now everybody tryin' to get rich
These labels, clothes, sneakers, big money shit
Just by samplin' different parts of Nautilus
When they Knight you then you go to fight, go to war, don't petition
Now some of these new rappers got their caps flipped backwards
I feel it's a problem we gotta resolve
When you rep what we rep then carry on tradition
Carry on tradition
The Jewish stick together, friends in high places
Everybody's a rapper but few flow fatal
We don't want niggaz to ever win, see, everybody got a label
Some rap pioneers, be them crackheads
And they hate you, 'cause they say, you ain't pay dues
Carry on, ca-carry on, carry on tradition
Deep-rooted through slavery, self-hatred
Fortune 500 listed, brunches, sip Cipriani's
Carry on tradition
When they speak, you see missin' teeth, silver chain with a silver piece
When they crown you and you rise up to your position
Sippin', blunted, with rich white guys around me
Wit their fingers intertwined in some gang-sign madness
Hip-Hop been dead, we the reason it died
Carry on, ca-carry on, carry on tradition
Carry on tradition, carry on tradition
You have your man shoot you, like in that Sopranos episode
Peace to the strugglin' artists and dead one's gone, we miss 'em
Carry on tradition, carry on tradition
We used to be a ghetto secret, can't make my mind up
Do anythin' to get in the game, mixtapes, you spit hate
The live-in-the-park sound, versus the studio state of art sound
We on the charts now
I had off-time, was bored wit this, I coulda made my double-LP
Still came five on the charts with zero audience
When you rep what we rep then carry on tradition
It's fucked up, it all started from two turntables
Carry on tradition
Look at us rap stars now, wit our black cars now
If I want that or the whole world to peep it
Now niggaz got the studio poppin', it's mad clearer
About these cars, these homes
Because I'm what, every dime lust
And was stealin' and robbin' them
Now carry on tradition
Talkin' about they ain't paid
We on some low level shit
When they crown you and you rise up to your position
I got an exam, let's see if y'all pass it
Niggaz, I coulda wrote your shit
You should be tossed in a pit full of unfortunate vocalists
Engineers got his earplugs and still hear us
It's 'cause we can't see ourselves as the boss
Niggaz your grandfather's age, they pants still hangin' down they legs
Carry on, ca-carry on, carry on tradition
Let's see who can quote a Daddy Kane line the fastest
Now get rich niggaz, fuck it
Against bosses, hungry fucks are moraless
I promise I carry on tradition
When they Knight you then you go to fight, go to war, don't petition
Fuck a bum wack rapper makin' his career out of dissin'
Wasn't Sylvia's fault or because MC's skills are lost
Thick white girls around me, Chinese lined up
Y'all got awards for your bricks, it got good to ya
Carry on tradition, carry on tradition
Carry on tradition
When they crown you and you rise up to your position
From British Walkers and Argyles
Some of you new rappers, I don't understand your code
Carry on tradition
The lane was open and y'all was droppin' that garbage shit
When they Knight you then you go to fight, go to war, don't petition
Carry on tradition
You started tellin' them bigger dogs to call it quits? What?
