[Stas Greekboii]
You gotta go hard or get out there's no second option
Once you hit the stage you gotta get it all fucking popping
You know I go hard in this booth every single day
I'm repping New Jersey I portray that in every single flame I spit
Me and Strick we got this fire lit
Will-Powerz gonna come in to complete what we committed
You're gonna have to pick-stitch our lyrics
Cos no other rappers in the game could even compare to us if they dreamt it
You know me and Strickland we got this fucking vision
That we gonna make it big, but it ain't gonna be a vision
It's gonna be a reality; soon enough you're gonna see us
Performing on MTV next to Jay-Z
Since I was a young kid I was taught to dream big
I'm never gonna let go I got a good grip
I'm not in the game to lose, I'm here to win
Going hard ain't just my motto it's the way I live!

[Chorus]
Go hard or GET OUT
Go hard or GET OUT
You can't be lackadaisical you have to have the right
Mentality to be successful or else you're gonna be
Resentful and live a life that's not happy but very stressful

[Kevin Strickland]
Go hard or go home, rappers grown as a gnome
In the zone I write tomes and comb shit off the dome
Motherfucker I'm ready with rhymes in a machete
That cut up a teddy be the betty in the shirts ain't 'bout spaghetti
Already a SETI, we'll shred you, confetti
Sharp tongue, steady heart colder than a yeti and
Yet he hasn't killed you yet
Waiting for the field effect
Still detect you will be, wreck a home, you fucking feel me yet?
Nobody is harder, turn rhymers into martyrs
For starters you can't barter, I'm iller than Wayne Carter
Silent like a diamond, kill it whenever I'm rhyming
My lyrics break the hymen, killing shit, perfect timing
Designing the picture, without the help of elixirs
I'm a fixer of this mixture
Rap you just a fiction
Without a purpose, fuck it, go back to where you came
Kevin Strickland's the name, go hard or get out the game!

[Chorus]

[Will-Powerz]
Believe I take my time when I'm writing a sixteen
I'm weaving innate rhymes, designing a sick scheme
As five of the nine planets arrive in a prime alignment
I'm winding the lines tighter than carbon atoms in diamond!
Part of cracking enlightenment lies in high entitlement
Nullifying the violence, purifying environment
Silence applied science and climates of non-compliance
The blindness of pious acolytes acting like advertisements.
Lacking guidance attachments are trapped inside us
Enacting actual riots and fashioning fake Messiahs
Liars aspire to be suppliers of desire
And I'm trying to amlify what fighting requires
Re-ignite the fires before the culture expires
This is Hip-Hop, why are we treating it like pop?
Drop my name in a cypher: Will-Powerz decipherer
Life of a righteous writer I shine brighter than Blake's tiger!

[Chorus]