Song title: The ingredients (559) Let it bounce, bore another ruthless classic. Aww Shit, the underground sound weak to me. Something's missing oh it's me. yup uhh ugh Like my testimony didn't reach or hit it's peek. Daddy died in prison. I exclaim hell no not me like Cool J like slow burn my blunts pro burn pro burn. Been fire tho. Independent sparks, I advocate I validate. Praise God I Post up like KD spitting Mo fire for hire spitting ism that's wisdom for u rookies. See the fans is seeking an anomaly a Lion meet mufasa I'm roaring shouting IMA thoroughbred MC, see these so called rappers turned trapper's is actor's. So I hit em with a right than I hit em with a left y'all shit stinks, smell like cow manure to me eww and they bound 2 flop. From P town San Bernardino my city on the move busta a groove like Mc hammer. As shuck and dive like foot work that's slight work Shawty gon twerk uhh that's valley victory Chours:The ingredients are (559) Flow like a river an thank God for Momma came all the way from Kansas City to Palm trees and beaches, a momma's boy an am not ashamed just then reality sat in. Back to da basics!? Pay me or pay no attention. With precision my favorite rapper said you gon hustle or beg. Niggaa hell naw, I got to much pending meanwhile this activist all in my head. Like yg said FTD I'm fed up don't test me. chicka chicka ballers Hooper's we strive to be like. Chours:The Ingredients(559) Listen underground I go by DAMAGE, a little brother from Pomona the Apple his sound is so funky gutter hide your mother. I'm to plush G unified tank tops & khakis. Ain't nobody got time to play these Rap politics. Just recognize that I go. Tip toeing towards the beat like Busta and Luda hoping and praying they'll Christen me. Chours