Intro:

503, rich city baby
[?], and shit, I love it
I'm sick and tired of every hip-hop beat sounding the same
The same, but not me on the radio every fucking day
I swear it is time now for us to stand up and
Say in one voice "We're done! We're fucking tired of it!
Lets get back to where hip-hop used to be. Come on!"

Verse 1:

When I rock the show, I hit it so hard
I get followed home and I'm on cop patrol
Since I spit so cold, you realized that the breath in your chest was froze, lungs collapse, and implode
I'm not known across the globe
But I know a doctor that likes to bump my shit down in San Diego
'Cause I'm not like every other rapper you know
(That's) just in the game for Whips, bitches, and dough
That's why you people love me, 'cause you already know
And that's why when I do shows, there's a line outside the door
Remember the reason why the crowd is dying for more
They see when you real, so if you're faking, just don't
Stay home, just put the mic down, leave that shit right here, 2 professionals
It ain't smart to stand next to pros, because this shit takes heart, large testicles, come on!
Hook:

I will not stop, 'till I have no breath left in my lungs
I will not quit, won't say die, will not ever give up
I will not stop, 'till I have no breath left in my lungs
I will not quit, won't say die, will not ever give up

Verse 2:

You want to see me you already know
That my name is Irish and I came here to flow
I'm from Portland, that's the city of the Rose
Where we know the best hydro is fucking grown
Take a hit of this and then you like stoned
Yo' that's the shit so let's roll another bowl
DJ cranked these speakers so they blow like "Woah, might go, yo' this shit right here's about to explode!"
I flow top notch when I rock a show
This song is so hip-hop that it's Rock N Roll
I bust anything [?] microphones
So when you get home, make sure to lock you fucking doors
This is my city, this is our home
You in the bar getting shitty let the crowd know
Do a couple shots like you taking free throws
But if you shoot like Shaq, you'd be spilling on your clothes

Hook:
I will not stop, 'till I have no breath left in my lungs
I will not quit, won't say die, will not ever give up
I will not stop, 'till I have no breath left in my lungs
I will not quit, won't say die, will not ever give up

Verse 3:

When it all blows down to is you the fans
I'm not that NFL all-star that won't even shake your hand
Fuck that, I'm about giving it back
Every ounce of love you give, 10 folds, you getting it back
My mission is that, to use this rhythm in rap
To find the true hip-hop we once had and take it back
So just say "NO!" to curfews and noise bands
And just say "NO!" to fake rappers and boy bands
Just say "NO!" to top 40s and slow jams
Fuck pop, country, let's get with the program
Music is our choice, it's simple as that
So let's say with one voice "We're sick of this crap!"
This is for my people to rise and people that fall
People who gave it nothing, and those who gave it they all
For my people to speak, and for my people that drink
And my people that don't give a fuck what you think

Hook:
I will not stop, 'till I have no breath left in my lungs
I will not quit, won't say die, will not ever give up
I will not stop, 'till I have no breath left in my lungs
I will not quit, won't say die, will not ever give up

Outro:

Never
Ever
I will not quit
I will not say die
As long as you people love it, I'll keep pumping it out