[Verse 1: Oddisee]
I got flows, all seats, never late
To the peeps in the street like concrete and potholes
Got soul
The missing fourth elemental water from earth, wind and fire
Stop, drop, roll
O’s an antique collector
Circa the time I was broke is the date on my notes
See, what I’m made of is quotes
Check the pages I wrote
It’s amazing I ain’t famous for the phrases I spoke
Even wilder is the fact I still stack like a rapper, who made the transition from the tracks to an actor
Grammys to the Oscars
Scampi to the lobster
[?] something fancy off the harbor
I ain’t had a job for a good little while
But my bank statements say I got a good little pile
See, now it’s time for me to leave a mark on the game
It’s O from the low but y’all know the name

[Chorus]
We on point with ours
Might not know it but you boys are stars
You know wiz, we on point with bars
We always get our point across
We on point with ours
Might not know it but you boys are stars
You know wiz, we on point with bars
We always get our point across

[Verse 2: SkyBlew]
[?] ball point pens ‘bout to leave a mark
Straight from scratch
When I cut, Blew too sharp
Backpack with [?] and tight curls
Mad young but I’m seasoned like the Spice Girls
But I don’t pepper like allergic
You heard it… from me first
Got ‘em all salty
I prefer it
North Caroline
I recline with a fine dime
Bringing in the mind while we’re sipping on fine wine
Psych, I don’t even drink
You lyin’ like the Sphinx if you thinkin’ you gon’ jinx me
Never that
I came to tell you that
Your flow’s too lazy, boy
Better relax, before you get outmatched
Brochure, vouch that
Mud on my shoes
It’s a couch back
A mouse trap, while they’re chasing after cheese, got they soul on release
I’m overseeing overseas
Peace
[Chorus]
We on point with ours
Might not know it but you boys are stars
You know wiz, we on point with bars
We always get our point across

We on point with ours
Might not know it but you boys are stars
You know wiz, we on point with bars
We always get our point across

[Verse 3: V!RTU]
Aiyo, I’m holding mine
I toe the line
I do it for these foes of mine
Just take the time to know my rhyme and recognize a pro design
I put my stamp on it, homie
I don’t need your co- to sign
If you want the hot shit, you know I’m the bro to find
You ain’t comin’ close to mine
I keep it in the red zone
The anchor here to hold it down and keep it in your headphone
Driving with the windows down, tryna get my head blown
Rub her neck and everywhere, checking for the red bone
Spend it ’til the bread’s gone
The model is the yolo
And I don’t need your help, homie, do it Han Solo
I bought it with the collar pre-popped on the Polo
So catch me out in public, baby, we gon’ take a photo
I did it for the promo and putting something special on
Moving from the underground to the upper echelon
Making all the other stars scream like a Megatron
Got ‘em all callin’ me up like it’s a telethon
[Chorus]
We on point with ours
Might not know it but you boys are stars
You know wiz, we on point with bars
We always get our point across

We on point with ours
Might not know it but you boys are stars
You know wiz, we on point with bars
We always get our point across