1. |
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1ST VERSE:
And yep motherfuckers Is mad here
Shit so live they Wildin' everyday
they trip out douce'n i can't front cause i be lunching out
on some bullshit too sick
Trapped in the pits with no exit
What a motherpuka Gotta do to exist
No stress with a grip when hell is above
Realz in the midst And the hole below
So can I just stay on my push and go
Pro in the flesh Where I found on my set
Where they do for The death On fret for the assets
At best with the excess
So with madness they found Success
But y'all don't hear me though
NO
CHORUS:
struggles off the ropes lately
crazy
got me shaky
2ND VERSE:
For the 007
It's the double O stacks
With the Double O brethren
Who found vice In the Vicodin
that Oxycontin got them flying high
On that Xanax Back to my psychosis
it's That beautiful bliss so pornographic With the Apathy
If I'm a sociopath What could you ask of me
If my ink prints Don't explain my Agony
Straight jackets For pageantry
If i Slide on leans with it make me a casualty
Spring leaves, burning trees, all the voices in my Head
fallacies
well welcome to a madman's Gallery
CHORUS:
struggles off the ropes lately
crazy
got me shaky
3RD VERSE:
Whether a Weather-Man focused his letter-head
straight on the weight of the Devil that's overhead.
Maybe he cast for the paper - the bread.
Not the one that was read but the one in the wallet-stead.
Powers of Government hover above
with a reason to say they're the right ones to judge.
Like a bully, a fat-fucker that just won’t budge
And we've nudged and we've pushed and we're pullin' the plug.
YO FUCK THIS BULLSHIT.
Cops steady shooting down people in streets,
fucking choke 'em for loosies and saying the heat of the urban is equal to evil in speeches
from people like Trump with the Church and the Steeple.
So now we just fed up and sick of the hits,
so we lurk in disguise
and we rise on the shit what
and we rise on this shit what
CHORUS:
struggles off the ropes lately
crazy
got me shaky
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2. |
Something
03:17
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1st Verse:
Hey I'm moving to the front line
Gonna try to make it work
All I needed was for you to be mine
I guess it wasn't worth
All your lies were so damn convincing that you even fooled yourself
guess it's time for me to keep on moving
Let you lie to someone else
2nd Verse:
Hey I'm moving to the fast lane
I gotta make it home
gotta get myself away from this game
Gotta save my soul
Should I ignore or should I try to listen to the voices in my head
Feels like drowning in endless ocean made of all the tears I've shed
Bridge:
I'm moving up the real life
Gonna see if I can just get something
I'm tired of living in strife
Gotta know if I can just get something
Get something, just one thing, get something, worry about nothing at all
Get something, just one thing, get something, worry about nothing at all
3rd verse:
Hey I'm moving to the front line
Gonna try to make it work
All I needed was for you to be mine
I guess it wasn't worth
All your lies were so damn convincing that you even fooled yourself
guess it's time for me to keep on moving
Let you lie to someone else
Rebel Sun:
Well, She strobe-light, heavy on the octane
The propane on twerk, It's gonna work like
Rich Porter, Sidney Poitier’s Passport, escort
Yeah, She all fast lane sport
Since the war report loud got my zone warped
Dope boys cooking raw at ya concert
Front line on merc same crooks new dirt
Same pain love and hurt let me slide first
Never been gas heavy on the ether
Pipe the same blast exotic on the speaker
If it's cash here, It's class warfare
Cause they after the cashier colors clash here, Yeah.
Bridge:
I'm moving up the real life
Gonna see if I can just get something
I'm tired of living in strife
Gotta know if I can just get something
Get something, just one thing, get something, worry about nothing at all
Get something, just one thing, get something, worry about nothing at all
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3. |
Bad Man
04:01
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Hook:
Cause I'm a Bad man
Coming from Bad lands
See me then it's Bang bang
Blowing these cannons
Stars with the Same plan
Doing the damn thang
Working on that chain gang
Ugh
Remember the name
1st verse:
Ugh
Cooking Crooked schemes Since last year
Started grimy at the bottom, now the Gully here
That savage never shed a tear
So mission's so clear
Who got it can get it
So I can have it and go
Unlock it and Cock it and blow
Fred Jung, Ray Liotta - Life low
Breakfast just to break the fast
All up in that ass
First class for the personal stash.
Yeah
Now What the math do
It's better you than anyone else
All assailants need a victim just to get that wealth
Yep
And only killers shot call
Bitch boy no balls
How can you handle the job
All steamed up for
The foulest plots
For the bank
the Paper
The chicken
the skilla
The meals
He serving a shifty
Deal
For real
Chorus:
Soldier still lost on the front line
Lost his past and now he doesn't mind
Smoking that dawn
ain't waiting for none
Living by the gun
He's a badman on the run
Soldier still lost on the front line
Lost his past and now he doesn't mind
Cold motherfucker
he ain't waiting for none
Living by the gun
He's a badman on the run
Hook
2nd verse:
Yeah
From the same hood as sharks gorillas And narcs
Now With the toolie to ya back
Screaming give me a scratch
Or catch a hot one
In case of lost of cabin pressure Fuckin' no oxygen will come
The slump help em breath easy
No freebies
For the money it's all greasy
Best believe what you see
But lying eyes Could be your demise
All coffins are the right size
Now come Get a fitting
I'm Fitting to do the devil’s bidding
And leave a case pending
when DEA's depending on a witness infringing on the business
and then it's Gone till November
COC for the ether
Coil to the magnet pumping up your speaker
trigger to hammer
Badman Popping the heater
Cause imma
chorus:
Soldier lost on the front line
Lost his past and now he doesn't mind
Smoking that dawn
ain't waiting for none
Living by the gun
He's a badman on the run
Soldier lost on the front line
Lost his past and now he doesn't mind
Cold motherfucker
he ain't waiting for none
Living by the gun
He's a badman on the run
Hook
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4. |
Make Room
02:57
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Get My Guape Right
No limit, Street chemist
Big business, Lord be my witness
Lit to the fullest, No guest list
Entrance, Give a motherfucker room
yeah the Team of the kitchen Cooking up editions
Till it pops like a piston
The Cross like Isaiah with the pistons
steam got me tripping, swerve got me slippin’
Her body all friction, yeah I only give a reason
Top shelf, Big budget, Cool breeze
Game fitted yeah I'm twisted
See i'm Back on my bullshit - No love
Ugh
See i'm Burnt by the stash
4AM and my city on blast
Kingpins for the cash.
You see it's no chill sun never ease
Star calm on fresh leaves- get my guape right
Cheddar cheese, the fat man scoop freeze
Yeah i got what they need
The corners restless, No defence
Cold suspects in this deep abyss
Days faithless, so audacious
Cans uplift for exit wound
cooked spoons since Reagan For the bands
2 hands, 2 plans
The getaway or the last stand
Damn
That's the story of my life fam.
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5. |
Got It (feat. Guy Mazig)
04:25
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1st Verse:
Now why they mad on hate
because You putting food on the plate
Getting Cash at a better rate
Burning strong bud from a better seed
Back twist ladies of a better breed
Living life with one aim To succeed
On my Richard roundtree (Damn Right)
You see this Pen strokes davinci
Khalid with the major key
nativity
Now that's between b-more and DC
Sun still Fucking up ya live feed
Dirty deeds, Fees, Thieves do the pull and squeeze
stain ya tweed as we proceed.
To burn green like Hal Jordan in the justice league
Now excuse me My days on ease
There’s only one case I plead
Before you follow Always lead Son
Bridge:
Now why they rain on my sunny day
Bringing me down from a haze
I'm in the streets wondering like a stray
and i'm flying so high
Well it all seems so clear
That's the way i got here
Truth is shining on my face
Yes
You know that i
Chorus:
Got it
The best in life is free
And these days fade so easy
Now tell me what you see.
2nd Verse:
Now, Nights be hot
Since they do it in the dark
My City on move I feel the beat of her heart
From the stoop to the strip I feel it in my bones
North ave would have the colors of brownstones
and ghetto bird overtones
Catchin' cool breeze, Sippin’ lemonade
Stack n' cheese put my zone on ease
Till cops scream freeze And it seems to be the same
Off of Allenby Back to Lexington B
Monroe to kfar giladi
My b-more streets and my Herzl frequency
Freaking the shop for spree
well
On the corner of chase bikes would race
Up the alley in flee and then the shot rings out
and fuck up your scenery
You see The Summertime Got my shirt sweaty
well
Bridge:
Now why they rain on my sunny day
Bringing me down from a haze
I'm in the streets wondering like a stray
and i'm flying so high
Well it all seems so clear
That's the way i got here
Truth is shining on my face
Yes
You know that i
Chorus:
Got it
The best in life is free
And these days fade so easy
Now tell me what you see.
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