[Intro]
(Lex ENT)
Haha
Okay
Woo
Ahh, ahh
Alright lets do it

[Chorus]
Without Lex, none y'all rollin' to the next
Kids got talent soaked up to his neck (My neck)
So try to swim now, Lex the voice of the south
Poppin' off lyrics like champagne to wealthy mouths
Killin' tracks, back to back, usin' y'all like lunch bag snacks
Black on black, bad bad ass, Akon smack no time for patch
Lex puts Kingston on the map
Ain't got time for yappin' traps
Y'all buck up and we push back
'Cause we come back with bad ass tracks

[Verse 1: Lextronic]
Without Lex there would be no words with out instrumentals
A thought process where it's all mental
I text you're [?] and make it into a crazy flow
I want the mic in my hand like I'm doin' a show
A lot of rappers wack but I got the illy flow
Rap kinda fast, that chopped and screwed and that's super slow
I speak a raw game, no freezer
Rappin' in the country no Beverly Hills, no Weezer
You could put your feelings of a struggle and put it on paper
But Upchurch you're like the Luke and I'm the Darth Vader
Champagne Yoda, I got my flow cookin' like a roaster
I was in, I was in, I know I'm toastin'
I'm the Dr. Dre of the new age
Not even the animal control couldn't contain me in a cage
Hi my name is Lex, nice to meet ya
I give you something sweet so here you go
[Chorus]
Without Lex, none y'all rollin' to the next
Kids got talent soaked up to his neck (My neck)
So try to swim now, Lex the voice of the south
Poppin' off lyrics like champagne to wealthy mouths
Killin' tracks, back to back, usin' y'all like lunch bag snacks
Black on black, bad bad ass, Akon smack no time for patch
Lex puts Kingston on the map
Ain't got time for yappin' traps
Y'all buck up and we push back
'Cause we come back with bad ass tracks

[Verse 2: Upchurch]
Lex the Dr. Dre, Upchurch the Eminem
Redneck white boy comin' up in the game shootin' up adrenaline
Let me fill you in, lazy locals I'm not feelin' them
I'ma knock y'all's teeth out if I hear Ta-Taylor Gang again
Y'all ain't thug, check your surroundings boy and check your skin
Y'all out here like trash so let me go and get the fuckin' bin
Recycle you my friends, y'all just fake class like a Benz
To take me down you'll need 50 Cent and "Many Men"
Wish death upon me, I wish death upon us all
Suck my balls, jack your jaw, shoot up the fuckin' co-coolest mall
Have Abercrombie blood spread on American Eagle walls
Preppy bitches runnin' them halls, screamin' he's gonna kill us all
I'm not Upchurch, I'm the director of the movie Saw
Dark horror, bad thoughts, clown masks, I got it all
I ain't claimin' to be the sickest boy up in the game
I'm claimin' to be the white caucasian motherfucker who's gone insane
[Chorus]
Without Lex, none y'all rollin' to the next
Kids got talent soaked up to his neck (My neck)
So try to swim now, Lex the voice of the south
Poppin' off lyrics like champagne to wealthy mouths
Killin' tracks, back to back, usin' y'all like lunch bag snacks
Black on black, bad bad ass, Akon smack no time for patch
Lex puts Kingston on the map
Ain't got time for yappin' traps
Y'all buck up and we push back (Okay)
'Cause we come back with bad ass tracks (Time to go gold)

[Verse 3: Lextronic]
Goin' gold like fog on a mirror
Now I'm gonna go cold like I'm Tigger
No Winnie the Pooh, no baby Teletubby
Goin' hard like you're rubbin' my belly
Hold, got her, got her on a leash
Like I'm walkin' the dogs in the park
Go and get a eat, go get a eat of the slow
With guidance, my eyes are closed
Ooh, so nasty
Because in this life, you just can't sit here and pass me
Because it's so noticeable
Because I'm tryna get focused
Tryna get focused on the game
Real hard, spit hard, illa flow in the name
L -E-X, without Lex there is no harder
Because in my life there is nothin' but heart
Hard, harder in my chest
So hard, three pumps to my chest, it goes boom
Go hard, L-E-X go in the room
Go, I'm feelin' the heat
Go to the flow of the song and the beat
Ooh, gonna feel it in me
Ooh, so nasty
Without Lex, there would be a track
Where I got acappela instrumental
Rappin' tight, it's not so mental
No, it's just my encyclopedia
In my mind, in my brain, acapella
For all the names that I holler out
Go hard, like I'm spitten in the south
Ooh, down in the holler with the big boys
Drink beer and smoke cigarettes around the fire
Go hard because that's what my heart desires