VERSE 1
I be in here, like Biggie watching over me
59 be low on me
Way I'm sounding you think I just reach up like he wrote for me
Pull these out the air, grab a pair let this go for me
Tying these together like I'm roping these
Getting to the point, like it's dope in these
Picture what this dope could be
Diddy bopping like if Diddy out here on the road with me
Diddy bopping like if this Ciroc is about to open me
Let it open shorty first, keep a couple close to me
Me alone and a pair of Js from when he was on
Saturdays at twelve repping Pro Stars these is those
Those is all they looking for
Look for me to look beyond
Imitation's flattery that explains them looking on
Bass sound something like a tre pound
Enough women here to have you wondering if Trey 'round
May ya'll mingle long enough to live a life and stay around
Drinking long enough if this your type cause we be like
to get this going for the evening
You standing on the couch like you want me to see your secret
Drink whatever you want, double fist if you need it
As long as you ain't spilling none of that shit on my sneakers
For real
VERSE 2
For 2012 the only MC with a flu
In Jordan 12s, see me how I'm keeping these Flu's
Know the story well, know what we on it like
Camera phones everywhere, I promise you saw the hype
Know what we call it like, living for cargo
Christopher Kane hoodies, shit is two car notes
Shit that you all know but some of you might not
Black-out Louie belts, corners is white hot
But we okay and so are they
These bitches is from the K
Bad as Selita Ebanks and scamming like Oda Mae
Lionel Herman on the work in
Ten Stigwood Ave
Be the surface Gordan Gartrell tuck my shirt in
In it for the dub like the 20s round
C-O with a CEO singing buck em down
Play that how you want it now
But it's still now or never
One time up for Chi Ali
Cuz I could be in a box if I ain't see that screen
My mama prayed that I wouldn't be Chi Ali
Now my mama straight cuz I wanted to be Chi Ali
They say my Jansport strings was tying it all together
My Jansport strings was tying it all together
My Jansport strings was tying it all together, and now that new thing got me riding out for whatever
One time up, sowing the sides up
Hometown heroes, like you know where to find us
Looking over your shoulder like I'm slowing the ride up
First time listeners, they ain't kno what a line was
Blue & orange everything, loaded the line up
Got em looking for lines like they hope they can tie up
A spoon full of 'ron when I shoot & give a bar
Give or take, I'm in a space that's usually regarded
For wakes or living aces, truthfully regardless
Look at who they telling me to par with
Pardon me though, bred different so I'm arguably so
You arguing over crowns dude arguably no
I was fitted to wear that fitted and wear that living
For the living, you hear that penning?, well yea that did it
I mean, its all just as real as they say
And blame Chi if anybody is feeling a way, one time
Doing numbers, tryna do the summer
Dreaming outta control, said we tryna coupe the hummers
Leaning out of a hole like we tryna duck the edges
And leaving papi alone cuz we out here running credit
Young, early 90's in the heart of the K
Saw the servers, corners had targets for days
Any reason is a go, how they squeezing you should know
Draped in Columbia jackets, beepers & Girbauds
I mean, played lockers wit tomorro's front pagers
White & purple huaraches, tryna murder the lobby
I mean, all we knew is what we saw first
Wheels up for whatever til it all works
And I tell 'em one time up for Chi Ali
Cause I could be in a box if I ain't see that screen
Grey basements on all of my fitteds, if I'm on then we did it
Better rides, new kicks, couple plans
Accessorized with toothpicks and rubber bands
Uniform true to form for how we was raised
Inspired to earn enough to buy us a day
And find us a way that nobody lead us to
And turn it all to green carpet like what's left to do?
Whatever's best for you
Seems to be what I pen so when I leave for my end just
say I kept it true
But young enough to know that true ain't enough
When the ones that's even younger just really wanna
become ya
And you still tryna become the legend that your
neighbor was
Without leaving the same way that they laid him up
All hail and know that if all fails
At least we had a run and no one at all trailed
They wasn't close enough to call them that
The money they was spending is the money that bought
them back
We just tryna get it, so when I'm recording that
Know that the theme is reoccurring until we see what
they blurring
Singing 'bout where they were when they talk says where
they weren't
Know I'm low key but my passport is concurrent
Appreciation at a level that it's never been
String sections for them reppin' who have yet to win
And winning has never been over rated
Lil' bit of worry forever is all it came with
Lil' bit of flurried confetti to show we made it
You know me, I show the parade and show the heinous
You know me, I'm on a wave that was created
By the thought of the waves under the boat where I'm
waving
That's deeper than you ever could conceive
Do believe if they ever do believe
I gave them the reason to wanna handle that the way
that they do
I'm stubborn like I was Marlo, but maybe I grew
So me changing for you, was mainly to be the one known
Its all a front, I wasn't made to play the son role
And believing you'll get out the way
Is nothing that I believe in as long as y'all breathing
And I promise the Greeks is cool with it
Them brief cases from me is what truly did it
We all run for the lead, shit, who didn't?
But ain't too many left that be speaking a truer
sentence
Ticker tape parades in slow motion
Surrounded by the strings while they crowning us as
kings
And on the sidewalk is the next you
So may the clock on your crown forever bless you
Sitting on the sidewalk is the next you
Intro: Skyzoo
On the strength of the success
The moment you remembering has left
On the strength of the success
And being a success nonetheless
For whatever was left
I mean for whatever was left
Them right turns turn left
Verse 1: Skyzoo
If I would let the beat tell it
All the derailing
That was sitting under this is all you keep hearing
But if the words kick it
And I word different
Then ill be overflowing these until the words missing
Say I be overflowing speech so any word given
Is me going for the reach till my nerves kick in
And then its back to what I’m comfy with
Back to what I understand
Back to where it jump again
Back to going underhand
And anything that that entails
Catch the tail end of this
And you’ll be playing Kit to TaleSspin with this
‘til they fear remembering
Pretend that it ain’t made you yet
Higher For Hire through Cape Suzette
It’s like I made two lefts and saw the third comin’
I’m back to the fourth bar, got my nerves jumpin’
I let the words run it
Follow those like it’s a @ sign there
Trying to close where gap rise here
It feels like inheritance
Hook: (x2)
And when the feeling subsides
Do remember how it feels to be high
When feeling that rise
Like me and mine and for every bit of that side
Do remember how it feels to be high
Said it feels like inheritance…
Verse 2: Skyzoo
That’s why I’m watching everyone who watches me on
stage
I feel confused I can’t feel whose feelings changed
But still pursue these anvils, I feel aflame
And this pursuit got my standing still and feel I lame
I feel away but only say as much as I
Can assume you would understands what undermine
And this mood got me dusting hands with other sides
I’m in bloom but in front of plans with cutting eyes
To no surprise I know I’m wanting mine, but still I
search
You get it young and shit is sprung that image works
Shit’ll get worse buying coupes at 19
But still jumping by the ledge
Watching Juice was watching me
But muthafuck a Radames
I was Q minus the Technics
The stoop tried to connect me
My mother saw me dreaming but my scheming is what
blessed me
So lets see, assume we tug and war for what the check
I’m comfortable apart from where the rest be
Feels like inheritance
Hook: (x1)
Outro: Skyzoo
On the strength of the success
The moment you remembering has left
On the strength of the success
And being a success nonetheless
For whatever was left
I mean for whatever was left
She said to me Sky, life is for living
I get right to the living before the light of my ending shows
She said to me Sky, life is for living
I get right to the living before the light of my ending goes
Get him to the greek (x3)
Meaning me, I'll get me there
Get him to the greek (x3)
Meaning me
Any windows of middle men in between
Littering through the dreams of trying to get from this Z to this A
In them windows I'm literally on the lean
If I get to be seen I'm slipping up on my dean for this pay
I don't need no eyes to see no stride that we bow tied
So I'm hoping you closed yours if I should speak so wide
I hope you know the allure and why it seems so high
And I'm hoping that closed door behind me don't pry
I mean the booth is all I'm looking for
You and yours I look towards
Trying to build a bridge that I could uniform to push us off
Know me off a homie but to know me is to look beyond
Only for the lonely so I'm lonely if you put me on
Itching while I'm waiting patiently I'm impatient
But my mannerisms tell you I may be the one to trade with
Tell them I'll be back tomorrow my briefcase on the table
You can keep it, its more where they came from
If you play it, I mean
As I play the bench after this chess move is properly made
I see the middle disappearing if I lock this today
I see that middle interference that was blocking my lane
But coming clearly ain't coherent, they done dropped out the way
I mean I'm clearly in the clear, shake a hand out in this park
And I can hear what they don't hear so if you hear me where to start
Then I'll be there to play the rear, take a stand and say remarks
I won't remember a name, place my hand upon my heart
If underhanding is an art, you tell them I'm Kenneth Gatewood
Look I been innocents isn't anything they should reflect on
Or worry yourselves worries don't sell
If a word is to be uttered then we should worry for real
But in the mean time, we've lined ourselves with rewinds
Meaning I'm back as soon as I leave cause these fly
Meaning I'm back to pursing my lea, I see eye to eye with you
The mattress seem logical, but my sleep differ
Parallel to the she in question
And based on how she be dressing
I made this an easy catch and ironically
I'm caught in the same G I threw, lost between me and you
Call it the sweet pursue, but I'm trying to leave
And that I was hoping wouldn't pry
Is kissing my shoulders as I pushed to the other side
She kissing my motives as I'm looking under her eyes
I kissed her like fuck it
As long as I'm still alive, I'll do this to death
[Intro: Skyzoo]
11 racks for a painting, said its kind of steep but the
meaning it came with
Make it all worth it
Worth it to be paying
Cleaning off the mantle, living room waiting
The living room saying "we made it" of some sort
Running from whatever but know what we run for
Is to run this shit forever and hopefully want more
Expect me to keep this baton from off the floor
[Bridge: Skyzoo & Mayer Hawthorne] (x4)
They expect me to
Pick it up, pick it up
Get it
[Verse 1: Skyzoo]
Expected to carry the tradition on
Born in it and honestly couldn't wish for more
Applaud with it, promised I wouldn't miss a call
But torn in it so part of me wants to skip it all
All of it, all of this to live up to
And living from the past when you live as a Huxtable
If this is what you ask then give me my just do
Living off of that they was keeping us comfortable
For 300 thousand, yearly, brought up into the house
And clearly and all of this is my outcome
But clearly dyslexic, dumbing me down shit
I'm seeing letters backwards, numbers ain't rounding
For prom limos, renting out helicopters
Its all apparent like all of y'all better watch us
All I hear is they all got better options
And so to opt out at all was never options
[Hook: Skyzoo] (x2)
So for that painting on the wall
No matter what its worth, never have to take that off
Keep your last name living, your last name did it
All the way to the bank, take your last name with it
One time
[Verse 2: Skyzoo]
Worrisome until all of the worry's done
10 Stigwood Ave fam we worry none
You heard wrong if you believe that song, the worry
comes
Every time I hear my last name on a worried tongue
We wanted the same living, fucked with the same women
But me and Cockroach wasn't cut from the same ribbon
So, salute to you cause me and mine was cornered in
Impossible sneakers to fill like we was Jordan kids
Or better yet they gave us a briefcase
And a stethoscope and the hope that you breathe
straight
I hope that you be awake when it all goes
Late nights trying to bring this doctorate on home
Mentor to Stanley, I'm doctoring almost
Till they went and shot up son's car on the wrong road
Look like I'm a product of tomorrow, lord knows
I'm just trying to bottle up tomorrow and pour it slow
Never be enough though
[Hook] (x2)
[Outro: Skyzoo] (Bridge x4)
11 racks for a painting, said its kind of steep but the
meaning it came with
Make it all worth it
Worth it to be paying
Cleaning off the mantle, living room waiting
Living room saying "we made it" if some saw it
Running from whatever but know what we run for
Is to run this shit forever and hopefully want more
And expect me to keep this baton from off the floor
Hey, ok
Theme music do a fly by, covered in horns
And followed by a timeline of what you endure
If you up on that timeline you one with the core
Peruse when I slide mine, I'm one with them all
Say I won the applause, my humble oblige
Lens Crafters to rappers
Who fucking with I
Tell him rafter to rafter I cover the sides
And they Parappa The Rapper, no wonder you blind
1-2 it, how I'm moving, enough, it's disguised
Where I'm rooted got em to it, I'm the one in the Sty
To the other side of the bridge, I'm the one on the
side
And hey tell him when I'm not there, brotherly ties
I'm just saying what they saying when they playing what
I'm saying
And I'm saying that they playing when they saying what
they saying
Holla if you get it, I'm tiger-blood winning
And did it by myself, gotta love the grinning
*chorus*
Til they close up shop (hey)
Flow gon' rock (hey)
Got mine forever, know that off top (hey)
Got mine forever, know that off top (hey)
Got mine forever, I told them off top
We here X 4
I tell em
We here X 4
(watch this)
I tell em we here
Watch this
Grey bottom fitted
I was made by that fitted
And that last one standing
That can tell you how we did it
Made mine in it you can paint Scott in it
Get em running like Jarate
I can train yall in it
Yves Saint frames shit
Louis to the nudies
She says I be wasting
I be saying truly
She say that she wasted
I be on my Cooley Cochise like a motherfucker hov' on
moolie (?)
Circa the 80's yeah I saw it really happen
I was there when it was there
I'm recalling if I rap it
So all of that imagining
All of that could have them
I be over here living all that she be asking
Spade at the crib, shit, we don't gotta stay here
Say it then I live it you can see it when you play
there
Made it off a pen and shit
He don't gotta pay as yet
Fly guy etiquette
Clean them out the way here
*Chorus*
Bring the horns to it
The horns do it
Enough where I can walk to it
And yall knew it
So I don't gotta part 2 it
I part through it
And both sides part looping
Rubber-banding
Looking like the part moving
The U-N-O
So true litho
Flow through sti-doze
No two ditto
So hurry up and get your thing together
Or them horns gonna ring forever
Talk to em baby
[Verse 1: Skzyoo]
Trying to be a Huxtable but predestined to be a Evans,
see what luck can do?
If we was ever to see an exit, keep it wonderful
And leave out on good terms if it come to you
For what it does to you or if its worth it there
Charge it all to the game and leave your purchase there
Cause all we wanted was lanes so if we turning there
Know that we drove for as long as we could
Misunderstandings when all of us were so understood
Putting hands in, trying to get a hold of some goods
I mean, Nelly called is mother and told her quit her
Fuck a 16, that shit was as real as God
And as I watched that diary on Cornell
I became a fan for how he changed the doorbell
Buzzers get replaced so fuck you feel away
I'm just trying to do that all so give me love or give
me lane
[Hook: Skyzoo] (x2)
Be Well (x4)
I just hope you be well
Well enough to know where we at
One of one, and I just hope you see that
And I just hope you
Be Well (x4)
I just hope you be well
Well enough to know who we are
We were dreaming long enough now that sleep shit is
gone
So be well
[Verse 2: Skzyoo]
Introspective street rap I birthed that
I carried that flag when y'all were trying to 'herse
that
Now this shit is moving and its proving that you can
work that
Do remember where they learned that
Hope you be well
Well enough to know the dope from the jail
And the shit they try to give you when they throw you a
cell
Cause all I ever tried to give you was all pure
I ain't gon' step on anything it was all yours
I was trying to paint a couple pictures in the living
room
Using cardboard as a canvas like 'this will do'
And if I bid adieu
And these is worth something
And let my mother make a sell, so she could purch'
something
And let my pops keep his favorite out the catalog
And if my block get to spraying, I ain't mad at all
Salute something, word to black Jesus on the wall
If not, then you won't see us anymore and I just hope
you Be Well
Holla like whatever, all we needed was a reason
All this money they been showing
They got reasons through the ceiling
All we wanted was a part, all this seeing is believing
From the jump its from the heart, pardon we wit all this breathing
All this anticipation, all this keeping this shit even
All these hands in the way when all they reaching is beneath 'em
All these plans we done made, all we see is what we keeping
All you standing in the way is only leading us to be it
Bet whatever on the vision if they get it then they on it
If they don't but they close enough to see us and adore it
Let 'em watch from over there, let 'em watch and know we here
Better dreams while we up, better watches for your stares
Call it Range Rover rhythm and may we go and get 'em
At the will of what we on and may we blow the engines
May it be just what we want and may it all glitter
Just the same as what we saw
'Cause what we saw was fucking splendid
All the scenery they threw us, easy to influence
Nothing 'bout us changed so you can leave us if you knew us
Jumping out a Range had us dreaming to maneuver
And mu'fuckas tryin' to brand new us
Range Rover rhythm, corner store signature
I don't do it for me, I do it for the liquor store
Said we knew what it be, knew it what's about
Tryin' to 80 thou' somethin' 'fore we out
(And all we know is)
How the sweetest dream couldn't be anymore heinous
Promise if you sleeping you'll see where we all aiming
'Cause dreaming is all tainted but we was on that anyway
Should've never offered us to get a taste
Good to enough to want it on a bigger plate
Climbing thru a kitchen tryna get a plate
Either find a way or go and drill away
Living like, 400 a pair, yea my Penny's straight
Living like the ending was beginning with a get a way
Another day, another dollar, we just tryna get a day
And pull a whole decade within a day
Promise you my Penny straight
Straight enough to '95 Hardaway penetrate
And open up a lane if they don't give a lane
Lanes open bigger for that Range Rover rhythm
Tryin' to open up the hood and put a name on that engine
If it go misunderstood, I'll remain on my pivot
For a steering wheel draped in a vision
Range Rover rhythm, corner store signature
I don't do it for me, I do it for the liquor store
Said we knew what it be, knew it what's about
Tryin' to 80 thou' somethin' 'fore we out
Hospital days, reflecting when my man laid up
On a uptown hot block he got his side sprayed up
I saw his life slippin' on the day in question
I told him I would've went wit him, thank god he ain't listen
Reminiscing over Henny and all of them pictures
We ride around now knowing we're probably different
And how it sounds now, know me as part of the feeling
[Verse 1: Skyzoo]
Ever loyal
Skating from Mrs. Westlake, but she bad
I should be laying with Mrs. Westlake, and we had
Copies of Shakespeare on vinyl
Magic Johnson posters but blue and orange idols
And through all of these haiku's
I'm back on my Michael
Which ever one, between '89 and '98
Providing it by the day and driven by being driven
Inspired to drive away in cars with less room
Either that or getting picked up in cars with stretched
roofs
Where the only thing that's not in the car is the
restroom
Cause when Jada said his car had everything but a bar
It inspired me to want refrigerators in the arm-rest
First half of the calm yet
Meaning that the storm should be coming like a
cartridge blowing
Double meaning
Shit, to know him is to be him
Either that or at least see him
And he usually be at Farmer in the deli if you need him
You can tell him by his sneakers
Never tied and never kinds you can find in the retail
Fiends get excited outside when they see Mel
Meaning that the sneakers are shipping in
And whatever pair I got on I'll probably give to them
Stringing these together through loops like where the
symbol is
If you could walk a day in my shoes then you can sit
with them
That was kind of high, pardon me for throwing that up
I assumed that you would've knew and followed through
with some backup
But my pocket is gorgeous like Lolo Jones
So even if you couldn't catch it you could go off
flows, right?
Gordon Gartrells and Creed cologne
It cost a bottle a Spade, shit to each is own
I smell amazing
Ever Loyal, the perils of being Theo, we call it Ever
Loyal
1: Skyzoo
The revisit of “For The Awake”
For all of them who seems to listen for long as it take
And all of them that seem to get it
And all of its traits
And never wanted me to differ or lower the stakes
I covered y'all on the before
Called for a detour
Time-time on the dash
But pardon if I reach off
Draw songs for the stash
And offer them to see raw
Eyes wide shut like the barbers on the Seymore
Call it like it be called or better yet wasn't
Visionary beyond, but never left from it, the loneliest
Leroy Campbell when I Crayola this, the loneliest
Paint staircases like a custodian
Kyrlon'd over them, drawn my soliloquy
I Rain Man'd so none of them couldn't mimic me
Hey so Chris? forgive me for the interludes
I'm trying to get them to know what they wasn't meant to knew
The past tense, the miss scenes we didn't shoot
You asked them how missed me when I did for you
So forgive me for doing for I
And if you can't, then fuck it I ain't too much surprised
Respects showed me I'm designed to play the stand up part
The vets told me I could sell mine on grandpa's art
But the hearts wasn't out enough
Arms got the rounding up
Maybe they alarm wasn't loud enough
Hook
So this is for the sleepers
The hard to be believers
Who couldn't understand
Nose bargaining to see us
Took it underhand and the honor of the leaders
I just understand and I'm signed up as the speaker
Sittin' in the essence of it all, seated better than before
My autograph resembles the sketches on the wall
To blindly put a bid in and never to withdraw
What it brings is what it brings, it's whatever when it's drawn
Underlings wanting rings, it's like catching a reward
Far as I know, having money never did me wrong
So forgive me for the motive of exposing my exposure
The opening of me was the way of giving me closure
I told 'em on the one, to be the one is to be lonesome
And opening the trunk was their way of turning my tone up
Y'all'll get potentially when you growed up
Big paws on a small pup like fuck the hold ups
I'm more for the immediate when all they see is medians
I'm over the shoulders of the norm for the deviant
I'm know that it's going up beyond from your previous
Peeking through the floor at the above like where the ceiling went?
Oh, there it go, better yet, there it was
I heard whistles as much as y'all try to hear the drums
So miss me with the wonderings and the whys
These grapes wouldn't fit no wonder, I don't reply
They say God bless the child like I hold his own
You pay blogs to hold you down, I just throw 'em my poems
And they Olajuwon posts, I'm honored by the most
Hidden they face when they tryin' to find the dope
See this is just a test drive
So tell 'em I ain't sittin' where the rest ride
Shorty say I'm whippin' like I'm next right
I'm just tryin' to figure out my next drive
See baby, this is just a test drive
So tell 'em I ain't sittin' where the rest ride
Shorty say I'm whippin' like I'm next right
I'm just tryin' to figure out my next drive
Games fucked up
Dudes beats is banging, dude your hooks did it
Your lyrics didn't, your blogger look, did it
So I would, write it if y'all could, envision
What was real from what's distilled
And the good, difference between
The two of 'em, easy to bow out and be through with him
But realizing they still write off how I influence him
Made me never mind like I'm Francis pops
Said it smell like teen spirit when you stand on my block
Aspiration, corners employed that handle hard
O's on they mind, it's looking like Camden Yards, I mean
With Stoudamires for hire the man in charge
And more of them in training just look to the handlebars
I handle bars for the broads that speak light
Made her scream to be quiet, I guess I'ma leap right
Am I right, is this what they said it would seem like?
And if so I wouldn't wrote what I wrote by them street lights
I mean humble pie on a plate, it's set behind me
'Cause hustle said it best, I'm just better than everybody
So whaddup chi town, anytime thatchall out
Visiting the borough you good as long as I'm round
'Cause I was in the chi and y'all treated me
Like I was Tomahawkin with a 1 on my back for the south side
So when we at the table and them bottles come close
Just now that that teen spirit corner deserves a toast
And I'll toast with myself if it don't seem comprehensible
Tippin' my fitted to my mirror, the commendable
I been what I talk since December 24th
And from then on I never had to pretend to you
See this is just a test drive
So tell 'em I ain't sittin' where the rest ride
Shorty say I'm whippin' like I'm next right
I'm just tryin' to figure out my next drive
See baby, this is just a test drive
So tell 'em I ain't sittin' where the rest ride
Shorty say I'm whippin' like I'm next right
[INTRO: Wale]
This is only for the hip-hop lovers
You want that bullshit - turn the radio on
Skyzoo, Wale
[Verse 1: Wale]
The one and only, homey still Thelonius with it
The only one spittin' like no one else livin'
No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal
Could breathe on the mic and give it epileptic seizures
They turn narcoleptic when them niggas start speakin'
Ridin' in that ES with my Nefertiti queen
And eyes low, pardon me, hah
We smoke the kind of green that turn the Simpsons Bruce
Lee on
Hi-Ya, the higher part of my hierarchy
My mind potent like you high off keys or something
Shit, we don't believe none of them
Motherfucker, your career is a conundrum
And none drum, iller than Ninth Wonder
IV, no I can sell like mitochondria
I'm out the country, I'm jet lagging
They can't see me, I'm like the team that brought Brett
back
And I'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them
Wale Ovechkin
Fuckin' with that ice, them Landover niggas check ya
Check one-two, the mic is my weaponry
Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace
Watch what I do to beats, I don't need no jewelery
I was underground but wasn't trying to renew the lease
Yeah, hello mainstream, I'm a walking dollar bill ain't
a damn thing changed
[Verse 2: Skyzoo]
I got mine while the rest of ya'lls was still looking
I'm top five, but no begging, dawg, I for real took it
So how they grilling me is literally just serenity
Literally, if you say you feeling me, then you feel
Brooklyn
[Wale: Whatup!]
And I don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks
My shoe game is Penny in ninety-six
I move aim, hit 'em and final flip
Whether it's a beat or a scam
I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands
I made ya'll want to be what I am
And as far as your fades I raised them all underneath
where I stand
I'm pushing it for the corner
Keeping them on the hip
And, yup, I gave lyrics a reason to want to live
Fresh off the plane, Hong Kong, Beijing
Felt like I was home, the groupie love was the same
I'm Kobe in an orange jersey
And wrote this from 4:25 to 4:30, hah
[Wale] Okay
[Skyzoo] Yeah, I mean, I literally wrote that from 4:25
to 4:30
[Wale] That's about five minutes, guy
[Skyzoo] For real
They call me, S-K-Y-Z-O-O
[Verse 3: Wale]
And I'm Wale Folarin, was raised on go-go
They style is so-so, my Louis from So-Ho
Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again
They go major, the flow is no longer
So everything retro come across so corny
Everything from Bradfords to gimmick spitters
To every nigga who rap and say, 'My shit's different!'
So get with us or lose like them niggas
Spent more on these kicks than Pac-Man spent on
strippers
Haha! This just the beginning of the, uh, you know, the
whole process of this Back to the Feature mixtape
DC whatup?
BK whatup?
PG whatup?
MoCo whatup?
Let me do some shoutouts
Mo betta - what up?
UCB - what up?
Hey Sycamore, whatup?
You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy
football
That's when you know you doing shit
Feels somethin' like
[x3:]
I solemnly swear
What I perform in the booth
All of it is truth
Goes somethin like this
[Verse 1:]
Uh, to whoever it may concern
If you listenin', I'm lookin' for a place to turn
See it seems like, this is all I want out of life
But it's the other way around, I wanna do right
But it's moreso a question of responsibilities
So the lights stay on, but my conscience is killin' me
Gettin' my Mariano on, pitcher perfect
Still inside, I fear the Lord like "is it worth it?"
Huh, at first I say "no"
But when I open my closet, it makes say so - fuck it
And this is hustler haven, see I'm not alone
Cause he would say that I got faith, or I got a home
So I ask God if he still love us
I don't always wanna be this drug dealin' ma'fucker but
I was playin' on, with opposite plans
And I ain't even have the decency to wash my hands
[Chorus:]
So he spoke through the clouds like
[Sample:]
Boy, stop foolin yourself
Boy, stop
I said nevermind the mistakes, and he said
[Sample:]
Boy, stop foolin yourself
Boy, stop
I said I'm tryin' to get through them gates, and he said
[Sample:]
Boy, stop foolin yourself
Boy, stop
I said I'm tryin' to switch my ways, and he said
[Sample:]
Boy, stop foolin yourself
Boy, stop
[Verse 2:]
Searchin' for a way out of the bottom
Without shootin' the 3, or tryin' to serve product
I'm really just tryin' ta defy the odds
A 9 to 5 is callin' me, but I'm tryin' ta dodge
I really wanna do the school thing
The so called not cool thing
Cause I'm gettin' tired of movin' things
So maybe Howard or Morehouse or Clark-Atlanta
But all of my friends peddle crack and spark hammers
I told em we could still be hood and do somethin' more
wit our lives
And they all look surprised like
"Wasn't you the same ma'fucker?"
"That showed us how to cook up and cut the butter?"
I said "yeah but I guess I sort of had an epiphany"
"I'm tryin' to take this ride, and ya'll don't wanna
trip wit me?"
Got into NC Central and I was glad
I ripped my acceptance letter in half
[Chorus:]
Cause my dudes kept tellin' me
[Sample:]
Boy, stop foolin yourself
Boy, stop
Tried to change my grind and they replied
[Sample:]
Boy, stop foolin yourself
Boy, stop
I said "you changed wit time," and they was dyin' like
[Sample:]
Boy, stop foolin yourself
Boy, stop
So I changed my mind, and stayed outside like
[Sample:]
Boy, stop foolin yourself
Boy, stop
[Bridge:]
They say you are what you are, and you been what you been
Played the corner so long, I blend with the wind
Mind over matter
Money from the grind is a factor
Tryin' to get it wit mines gon' matter
You are what you are, and you been what you been
Played the corner so long, I blend with the wind
Mind over matter
Money from the grind is a factor
Tryin' to get it wit mines gon' matter
[Chorus:]
Cause everything else is really like
[Sample:]
Boy, stop foolin yourself
Boy, stop
I'm playin' tug 'o war wit myself like
[Sample:]
Boy, stop foolin yourself
Boy, stop
Cause if I try to call for some help it's like
[Sample:]
Boy, stop foolin yourself
Boy, stop
Scared to go to the Lord for help like
[Sample:]
Boy, stop foolin yourself
Boy, stop
So I just say fuck it
[x3:]
I solemnly swear
What I perform in the booth
All of it is truth
Okay, this is like designer drugs
Say this shit is like a given how they lining up
Bottom of the pocket baby right where you be finding us
You find that when you rewinding us
Okay, this is like designer drugs
Got em tripping like they finding love
Look for all you need
I was listening to [?]
Push that off and leave
That's my interest baby line them up
This shit got me right above echelon gated
I was different than expected so
I helped them along the way and
They was itching for an exit and I helped them on the way
And the top said they could eye it
They ain't guess I have to weigh it
Said they knew like that initially
Skeptical to christen me
Know I'm kimber fitted and the letters with a difference beat
Know I'm kimber fitted and the letters with a difference beat
Said it twice so maybe on the second you could picture me
Perfectly aligned on the dolo
Trying to rub shoulders but they shoulders by my knees
I was shouldering a lead on the dolo
You load up on your sleeve on the low like
Yeah, okay the sauna wants to be next
Ya'll ain't blind enough to see yet
Is it put me on the left
Well they looked at what was left and then desribed me in the leadest
But I'm just trying to G this
From picturing how they couldn't
Get this like I'm Gooden
And you get it like you couldn't
And if they understood it then they right where they should be
And a mountain full of words
It'd be right where they should ski
And you sneeze when it's blessing you
See how much the letters do
Written on your clothes how we seeing all that residue
Sentence [?] knows pardon me for going honest
I call it like I see it when I see it sprinkled on her
I ain't have to [?] it, right?
So providing you was living hype
Did it just as I predicted
Standing in them lights
What is penning like?
[Verse 1: Skyzoo]
Theodore Aloysius Huxtable
Deleted the drums, so as we have begun
The content is raw enough to take the beat where you
want
Amen to the speakers and the piece in the trunk
Understand both sides, shit I'm even from jump
Never blamed, I just leveled the lane
And took whatever remains
To push whatever you need to be done
Made 'em rep for where they wouldn't ever seem to be
from
Let 'em play the car in back like a seat in the front
I saw it all with a Theo glare
Wrote my keynote here
In Dyslexic, reverse how I see those there
Cause for us, loud money couldn't be more clear
Chest poking, I mean we only repo scared
No backsies
Know what it took us to get to have these
Die before we give that time back, exactly
Rap be, sort of my way of becoming Clifford
And if he was still alive, my biggest fan would be
Ennis
10 Stigwood living, tickets to Dance Mania
They hired working a textbook, fan framing us
Gee and Maxine Kirkwood to campaign with us
And Lana Herman, both of 'em sorta perfect
Became the kid with the vision that started blurring
And everyone around him and wit him was Carter working
So now I'm trying to feel my way around
In corner stores asking how it feel to take the crown
I was feeling weighted down and didn't know
Same gray bottoms started giving a bigger glow
I ain't ask for it, baby, I was just penning, yo
And saw a little room and was hoping to get a go
[Bridge: Skyzoo] (x2)
Look what we have here
Look how it turnt out
Never saw it coming, I was just 'bout to turn 'round
Leave it up to me, and we'll be here for keeps
Crown us if you want, but we just here to eat
They give me the same flack they gave Gloria son
Either or James or Carter, but both of them won
So either or take it to heart or eat all that you want
I made more reaching from y'all than hoping you sprung
The same door that he was in front of and wanted to rush
Is now leased in his name, did he come up or what
Strange' are in order, hallways did it for him?
Inspired to get it by him,
Parkay of the talkers
Shit is butter like
Big was still here on another life
I walk by them steps everyday, so now who wanna write?
Back like running lights and Po' now follow
And that armrest is locked, so someone get the swallowing
If y'all blessed to watch, then someone get the honoring
On it like I'm towering, acknowledge my acknowledgment
Still means just what it says
So if you got it then consider you in the echelon of those hollerin'
Great Debater, made it the give and go
Kick fly talk and slide off, I'm Henry Lowe
Call it Complicated Rhythm
Cause as far as how they listening
They get it but don't get it and I don't bother what they missin'
If they missed it, no difference
Know them martyrs get dismissed
So it's snowing all roses and the thorns is in the wind
And if you caught one in the end
You was drawn to it again
You clicked on the ZShare, you just bought you a syringe
This shit is in reach where they got to bargain to get in
So give him the scene there, they'll be nodding off again
Now I pardoned it again, I was pardon off of wonders
And I Drew it like I play point guard for the Thunder
So all of what it leads to, started off the EQ
Wasn't Dwyane Wade but I was on my Jordan 3 move
Wasn't Dwayne Wayne but had a broad like Keanu
And jealous bitches called her “kee low-low”
For my complicated rhythm, took muthafuckas about as far as it could get ‘em
Look at how they love it when it's on in the system
One shot, caught ‘em in the rhythm
Killing your idols one word at a time,
when I was killing yours I was also murdering mine,
indeed I'm all it be, I squeeze accordingly,
if a fav should get caught in between then all it means
is meaning was never enough for me to wanna wish through,
fist full of dollars, ignorance is so blissful,
every part of me just wanted to see how much the fist do,
if this be a problem then I'm missing all the signals,
so you can miss me wit the mistakes,
cause my realities is the meanings of missed plates,
kitchen tables need decorating, I'm decorated,
the china be there but all the fill-ins are misplaced,
and this may, lead to a decay of beautiful sorts,
if I can race thru all the traits in a beautiful Porsche,
then I'll erase through the change they refuse to restore,
the pitfalls in the poetry, truthfully yours,
the monologues of the dollar store, invited to ride along,
parental advisory, all of it is how you thought,
all that we in search of is to fly or die,
so to have you seeing sounds that's inside the sky,
is nothing I suppose, so if I was alone
then them sounds that you seeing is all that I really know
Hook:
For the all and the more
And the rush to follow,
That buck that bought a bottle
Could've struck the lotto,
Tryna jump tomorrow,
That buck that bought a bottle
So that's 300 tickets that we could be coming in with,
this spade shit is pricey but we in love with the living,
we in love wit the life, lust the pursuit,
promised not to forget how to adjust to the stoop,
but if I'm away from whatever it's made from,
know that I betrayed none, forever remain one,
forever embedded in, the better of days come,
the header on page one, my "Sketches of Spain" run,
tooting my own horn will level the page some,
and then the level gets lowered and I refrain from,
penning what the norm does, everything the norm was,
shouldve been the past but the future's like the norm's son,
I'm tryna plan B that, pills in the sauce,
hope they smart enough to eat that, they dumb enough to starve,
so to summarize it all, this is more than it what it seems,
fully loaded clouds, cornering your dreams,
is nothing I suppose, so if I was alone,
then them sounds that you seeing is all that I really know
Hook:
For the all and the more
And the rush to follow,
That buck that bought a bottle
Could've struck the lotto,
Say I'm on what I'm on
Tryna jump tomorrow,
[Verse 1]
Dark grey at the bottom of the wall
Light brown in the background
Twenty stories tall
Blue and orange for the welcoming
Letters on the draw
Need another can of brown
And a yellow for the star
Use that for the awning
Save some for the morning
Put it above the buildings
But shade it to show the dawning
White tee corners with blue and whites upon 'em
Brown paper stash in grey sewers support 'em
Purple tops is down
Purple pouches are crown
Black leather Bibles, gold robes and gowns
Green and white dice games
Charcoal calibers
Silver hops out and burgundy the parameter
Running through burgundy cans
I can't keep one
Try painting that high up
But I can't see none
Red and black J-O's
Hands on the payroll
Stephen Strasburg your curve
Let a base load
Navy blue rent-a-car
Trunk pop, lift it off
Black duffle bag
White K's, clear signatures
Huh, marathons when the signals drawn
Green Newport boxes could make a finger tug
No innocence turns to more innocence
Paint it yay high
And see if it grows into it
Still trying to find the colors of how the growth looks
Black and white marble color notebooks
[Hook]
My graffiti-
Something like FADE, something like DAZE
Something like IZ, something like SLAY
Something like SEEN, something like Quiñones
Colors everywhere when I throw this
See that?
Krylon heavy, I'm heavy on them cans
Krylon heavy, I'm heavy on them cans
I be Krylon heavy, I'm heavy on them cans
Krylon heavy, I'm heavy on them cans
[Verse 2]
Eggshell for the door that she led him to
Gold for the bracelet he wore that helped get him
through
Green eyes got her using every trick she ever knew
Locked on whatever, like whatever he should ever do
Shit is all worth it, driven off a purpose
Dark blue for the Dereons that she curved in
Purple sidekick, fly bitch on her home screen
Tanned Gucci bag off of everything a blow be
Fifty for the wop, a hundred for the walls
Saying fifty's a lot, but her tongue is like an
applause
And money right from the door knew what it was gon be
She hit him with what it'd cost
He hit her with all he need
Black for the Mag box, tickling her stash spot
Grinning off the image, said the pussy like a padlock
Beige for the unroll
Shorty told him pump slow and she could take it from
there
Sweet dreams, drumroll
Duke said "nah," and started spazzing in her hips
Hands on her throat, went savage off the rip
Red for the way the room looked when her eyes closed
Screaming that rape shit from behind a blindfold
See no evil and hear no evil
Can't walk unless your sure of where the stairs gon
lead you
Looking for a color that could help those jogs
Like a green and white metrocard
[Verse 1]
Living better at the thought of living better
Living is carpe diem so I'm caught in this forever
The smell of YSL over teddy bear sweaters
Know when I got one on I never zip up my leather
Never did this to catch them, they wanted to catch me
Said I wrote like I have yet to know what a rap be
Meaning it's deeper than rap if you ask me
Or the subjects of the stories I told where the track
Two classics and rolling on lap 3
My whip was 2 doors I drove from the back seat
I did it like who's y'all and know that on lap 3
I'm still clueless to y'all but I know where the track
leads
Meaning all I see is lane and opportunity
Lil road kill, ID 'em by they jewelry
Know the flow still got 'em leaning out the coupe with
Like "son, do you hear what he saying, I mean
truthfully"
Truthfully I'm just waiting for this to pass
This 5 year plan that I gave 'em is in the bag
The bag got monograms on it if you ask
And a space jam glow if you open it and grab
Just a dude from Brooklyn who had intentions
Of hoping that Jay is watching and saying "Yeah, he
gets it"
But hoping that Jay is watching is double edged and
twisted
Like, "Yeah, I'm still a fan but now I'm within the
business"
The blinders is on but I get the urge lift 'em
I peak and leave it there, I out-swerve collisions
My peak is still in there, I'm nowhere in reach of it
Yet I sound like its a throne here that I'm leaning in
Critics say that my destiny's that guy
I'm just here to tell a story, if I ever sit that high
Then I'm playing follow the leader, applaud that as a
given
Like "I don't fuck with the nets but damn I fuck with
his vision"
And I never been a follower but if I do follow
It'll be a 600 mill leader and a few bottles
My fan base is double knotted like an ascot
Half of 'em got degrees, half of 'em got stash spots
Half of 'em strip and half is contemplating
I see your vision mama
I put my money on the long shot, treat it like you
Caine and Dog
With no prints to be rinsed and no names to recall
I mean, we out here in grind mode, caught up in a paper
chase,
I wanna fuck a fine ho and front row the fade aways
Madison square
Or Barclays whenever the boys from Madison Square is
passing thru there
I'm in a blue and orange state, its only apathy here
I was raised on them colors, Jigga, that should be fair
But I still lift my hat at the achievement
Only it's blue and orange letters where the team is
If we can get past that and between this, uh, then this
baton will be easy for me to leave with
Floor seat, suede Timbs where my feets is
Raised on what he wrote and who my team is...
[Hook]
I'm tryna get these floor seats wit young
Prolly make me take my hat off cause my team just won
Videos wit Spike Lee and my sneaks is dumb
Records wit Jill Scott, and if you be where I'm from
Clean-up hitter, I clean up pitchers
But they overlooking when voting who clean up quicker
My aim been the root of the discussion, moving is
nothing
But I feel like when I move I’m a little to far in
front'em
And when I try and level it, throw the booster steps in
They right it off like I ain't jumping down to my neck
in it
Yes I understand it, the curse side of the blessing
But you can see the remains of how I was addressing it
Best foot forward, so I guess I was leaping
I stress giving my all, but I guess they don't see it
Call me the king of the high toss, half of mine is fly
gone
The other half is reachable if you reach to the sky
for'em
Double meaning, but to me if I supply more
Then I gotta provide ya'll a blueprint to ride along
Pushed it to the corners of the paper they gave me
Till the only room left on it, is maybe to trace me
I can't say I didn't utilize everything that's true to
Earned every part of my S.A.G card and I'm using mine
Best foot forward, so I guess I was leaping
I stress giving my all, but I guess they don't see it
There ain't a hurdle I can't jump, a word that I can't
pump
A scene that I can't script, a role that I can't run
I kept tipping my hat when I saw them proceed
Cause when you applauded for them, they applauded for
me...you get it
So I feel like the fan fav of the fan fav's
Stubborn in my uttering, like fuck it, I can't change
And if that should mean, that my marathon is longer
Then I'll predict it now, marathon or be under
Best foot forward, so I guess I was leaping
I stress giving my all, but I guess they don't see it
If they don't get it now, then I guess that they should
breeze
The Salvation is tripling the records I release
And the crowd waiting is giving me the reference that I
need
To refer you of any doubt towards the rep that I've
achieved
I 24 times 3 them odded the even
No probable reason, cloud 9 was a weekend
And now it's been a year since I decided that seeing is
believing
So think of my albums as painting ceilings
Best foot forward, so I guess I was leaping
I stress giving my all, but I guess they don't see it
So whether it's Traitor or Ocean's Thirteen
Or maybe Talk to Me & I'm dressed as Petey Greene
Or it's Hotel Rwanda and I'm fulfilling the need
Or maybe this is Fame & my name is Henry Lee
Or I'm Montell in Traffic or Rain Over Me
Or Rebounding, I'm goat'n it, Meteor Man Gold'n it
Rat Pack tapping it or whatever the focus is
Just know that ain't nobody penning how I poet it
Best foot forward, so I guess I was leaping
[Intro]
Yes… Ladies & Gentleman.. welcome to the corner of
notion & 9th, the next movement family installment…
Fresh off the World Domi-Notion & Soul Movement 3… im
bout to keep it movin right now… making one project at
a time people…
Dont rush me…
Yo yo…
[Verse 1]
Yo, There's nothing like writin' ya self,
Like a nice little poem with 9th, in-sight of a flip,
All wonderful tunes, to enlighten ya health,
Yet another brilliant mixtape, another kind I designed
to rip,
Im not rushin' you, you movin' with the most urgent of
haste,
With a look like, you just swallowed detergent on ya
face,
Im not listenin', _& barely concerin' what you say,
& im earnin' what im paid, I deserve these accolades,
Slow after I burn one, rush, then flow strongly,
Attack with aggression, yet I express it, so calmly,
& im on some next shit, so Im getting love again,
From Wake ya daughter up, to Kevin Nottingham,
& as we travel round the lands, uh, its feelin'
amazin',
From mainstream love, to college radio stations,
From It's My Turn, to the Domi-NoTiOn of the globe,
Its like im spinnin' on the Gravatron, outta control,
On this edition you'll hear mad anthem's,
You'll hear 9th's drums throwin' real bad tantrum's,
Damn son! the medium is class, & got the speakers on
smash,
FAR from that Cam' shit with the Blam Blamers.. so you,
know.. (20)
You know..
[Hook]
...I'm on the right path,
In a robe, after a niccce blunt & a bath,
I know.. I-I know I got the right swag,
I blow it in they face & laugh,
Go home & figure, re-frame ya shit,
You all off the picture,
So ugly like the body of Scharzenegger,
So figure its just time to leave,
Dont rush mE, let mE blaze, time to breathe,
So dont rush me...
I know im on the right path,
I know this shit will last
Dont Rush Me it's a..
Long road, & we comin thru fast,
With the Movement Fam' at last, whoo... damn..
[Verse 2]
I stroll down the bassline, like im knowin' a beat,
Or a voice, attached to it, not withholdin' to speak,
& lettin' loose, coz im 25, goin on 49,
Coz im smashin' cougars and MILF's, like all the time,
On the real tho', as the time grows older,
I feel im gettin bolder, _& im in more control of,
_my passion and my quota's, what im lackin, where im
rollin',
& ain't nobody ever knowin', where the Notion gon' be
goin', (8)
& im talkin' bout how life is a trip,
Like you knowin' that Corner of Notion & 9th's the
shit,
Just trust me baby, don't rush the lazy,
Or the situations gon' get all crazy! (ya dig that??)
So this time to come live, & deliver the raw,
Don't rush me, lemme give ya score, (ya wit me now??)
The numero-uno that you know, the kid wit the kudos',
& proved those with no I.Q.'s, are fake, yup, & they
pseudo,
....you know!
Hook:
...im on the right path,
I know this shit will last
Dont Rush Me it's a..
Long road, & we comin thru fast,
With the Movement Fam' at last, whoo... damn..
[Skyzoo]
Yo peep game, you already know what it is… its ya man
S-K-Y-Z-O-O, Skyzoo, live from the 718,
Im all the way out here in Australia checkin in with
the homie Notion, he got his tape, On The Corner of
Notion & 9th
You know what it is, this a tribute and salute to 9th
Wonder, & y'all know 9th is my homie, my big brother,
my family and all that, so you know he doin something
dope, showin his love to 9th and everything like that
on the beats.. On The Corner of Notion & 9th.. Notion
from Australia holding it down, you know what it is…
this ya man SK, live from the 718…
[Notion] Thanks for tuning in ladies and gentleman, The
Corner of Notion & 9th is now in session…
Ok, written like I'm Nasir, predicting in 5 years
Y'all will understand what I been kicking on the contrare
Contrary to the popular and what they all share
I'll be sitting where I'm high enough to hit Lamont's ear
Product of ebonics but that AP, made me
Balance oout the cameras when I handle where the great be
Handling what I handle when I'm handing you that hd
Homicide driven but we tripping where the cake be
Out of line penning they was trying to find vision
I was filling in the blanks that was provided by they ignorance
And I be just as ignorant, according to the grind
Paper my agenda, and the flow is to coincide
Call me proud to be a testament, prolly he who repping it
Made him understand it through a crowded sea of negligence
Swam against the current, get from round me if you question it
We be in this till it's nothing left in this
See it's already written in the drums,
So I don't have to talk to it
But if I should decide to, I'm the one to honor it
If I should decide to, I'm the one they own it with
But you know they be on it till I'm gone
See it's already written in the drums,
So I don't have to talk to it
But if I should decide to, I'm the one to honor it with
If I should decide to, I'm the one they own it
But you know they be on it till I'm gone
See it's already written like I'm Christopher, corner store literature
In the most literal, you don't gotta picture us
Know it off the open, you ain't got to front and center us
Motherfuckers doubt until they viewing what attention does
When you was watching me on 106 like how you get up there
I was on a 20 minute call with a billionaire
Boomeranging ideas on how to get my million here
Glued to every word that he would serve
And in return I make him turns like if he said what better product is
And I'm just trying body this
Should money bring me loneliness, I'll be here alone counting out like yeah the lonely wins
Maybe you ain't know me then, and probably never will
I'm from where everything that matters is a dollar and a pill
So if bottling emotion is a battle for the kill
It's either that or go and bottle up your ills
See it's already written in the drums,
So I don't have to talk to it
But if I should decide to, I'm the one to honor it
If I should decide to, I'm the one they own it with
But you know they be on it till I'm gone
See it's already written in the drums,
So I don't have to talk to it
But if I should decide to, I'm the one to honor it
If I should decide to, I'm the one they own it with
But you know they be on it till I'm gone
See it's already written in the flow a little different this time
But the wizardry that lyrically assembled this line it's like
If I'm selling phones like you could get these on the go
In a weather 20 low and they ain't scheduled till July
And if you figured out that line and you resemble what resides
Within the souls of these foams, the worries and the strive
The upscale vandal, the worries put behind
I write on mahala and serve it through L'Chaim's
See it's already written in the drums,
So I don't have to talk to it
But if I should decide to, I'm the one to honor it
If I should decide to, I'm the one they own it with
But you know they be on it till I'm gone
Staring so long I swear the page saying hello
I'm hearing these songs but tryna change up the metro
It feel like he'ron the way I'm straining wit the let go
The rage of it all, I swear to God
Wrote it to make you call me dope man, dope man
Got y'all in tune but that tune got me moved so if I choose to let this go and
Bid this shit adieu, and your listening improves
At least there's packages left if you living in that mood
See we attract to the stretch, everything should flip in twos
And if not, we should stop, like we did all we could do
So I'm on my gracefully bow, and on my way to that bow
I leave it up to you to perform my grace for me now
I mean, hands folded, maybe the plans folded
Wasn't supposed to love it, they say that you can't show it
I mean, easier spoken of, see where this goes for us
Say its real or at least hope that the motive was
Never had a second thought, never asked, never once
Knee deep in it, fuck it, we ain't leaving it
Until it all goes and we go to get to reach for it
And shit is smoke and mirrors and we swinging tryna see through it
Stick and move, I'm liable to switch & shoot
Like I ain't here to play with this fog, let's get this through
And I ain't here to stay with these odds, so when in tune
I'm either tryna even these odds or hit a new
As far as I can remember, we'd idolize thru the winter
And rather be in the 4 like when Stoudemire's at center
I mean, GS 400's is all we wanted
However we do it, long as we done it, the rage of Roemello
Listening to Gloria's youngest, had us all in the running
To wanna be what they told us we wasn't
Like all we need is to kno if we running, its not in place
Cuz ambition is by the day, word to Wale
I mean, same scenery we was tryna believe to be
Had us counting wins before we had us an in
And sleeping is paper thin, no wonder why we don't do it much
Sheets barely used, tell em all of this is new to us, right?
And every dream that I dream is littered
With the fiends that I done seen while tryna leave these visions
And so to clear it, I wrote to wanna be like him wit it
I hope he hear it, cuz word to Chi Ali we did it
I hope he hear it, word to this blue Yank'
100 grey bottoms, these shits never lose rank
And agreeing that heavy is the fade under it, but for the love of it
They look to you to carry it and everything its bundled with
Sunrise open your eyes, no surprise
Made it off of living for doe or die
Now you in the back of the coupe, glaring, half of the stoop staring
To the point where you can give away packs like Snoop Pearson
Think about it, yea, THAT kinda rich
Sing songs for black hoodies and black violins, I mean
The swan song for the evening
[Verse 1: Skyzoo]
Hopefully living in the 'W' like I'm here on business
Cause for the win I'm leaving everyone to here to
witness
But then again I'm seeing everyone in here with visions
They too vivid so I'm here till no one here is living
The way I ease up and dig her out we up and get em down
Gotta lean witnesses cause my sneakers be sticking out
Why leave em to pick me out, in it before it starts
Ripping the floor apart, then we be out
Call it 'Inheritance' part 2
Inherited off stoops
Got up off of them to see what the rest of the heart do
I'm leaving scenes without a speaker left
No one here to speak a breath
My bitch be a Vivica, bag right, squeeze her left
I mean we ain't living up, flash lights, we be next
D's be running up and down my ave like a CVS
Promise all I want it to be promised this is worth it
Couple rags duffel bags ain't no reason we ain't
working
Couple rags duffel bags shorty be it from the surface
Telling me she up for that like hopefully it be a
Birkin
And now she singing murder deals trying to murder heels
Pray before we spray them and hope they work for real
Call it F.G.R
[Hook: Skyzoo]
First Generation Rich
Hands digging in this bag trying to make it stick
F.G.R., First Generation Rich
I be the first and the last if I can stay with this,
F.G.R
We all trying to get it (x3) like really who you
kidding?
We all trying to get it (x3) and hit the floor with it
And call it F.G.R
We all trying to get it (x3) like really who you
kidding?
We all trying to get it (x3) and hit the floor with it
And call it F.G.R
[Verse 2: Skyzoo]
As much as I wanted to be Theo
My day ones was more J.J
And I'm from out of Brooklyn like I'm Dwayne Wayne or
like Theo
But my focus became about payday
So we on the same page
We reading the same line
And I'm trying to change a page
But she trying to take her time
Like baby if they got a surveillance then I should be
at a 10
Let em see a bad bitch before I squeeze in the lanes
Love her, black glover, bra big, waist small
Draw attention and get to drawing away starve
And may y'all be in ya best grace
Or be by the next safe while we screaming checkmate
Check mate, and checks may need IDs, so cash us
Swear that I don't mean no harm or close caskets
But this is integrity as been at a level 3
So now I'm trying to lower something down respectfully
Respect what the money is, trying detail where the
money was
And own the keys from where the money is
Pillow talking to a pillow
Knowing it needs to happen but none of it probably will
though
Call is F.G.R
Labeled me different from the jump
When all I was here to do was jump in
Outcast for not knowing what dumb is
They say I'm OutKast with a corner store run in
I listen to 3 stacks and hope I'm what he fuck with
I know I'm what he fuck with, never mind hoping
Cause dope knows dope so as far as what the dope is
It gets familiar, the memory stays
No matter the time, no memory's vague
So every memory saved
Is recognition of the first time dipping
It feel like the reason you started penning
And I'm from the home of the skid marks, the Popeye big arms
So me being the raw is all I was built for
Growing in your attention while mine is growing hallow
As I type this, I'm BBMing a model
Or better yet, she BBMing me
Sending me pictures of all that she wanna give to me
Everything from after the shower to Louis Vuitton receipts
Saying its a gift, and a gift whenever we meet
And I'm trying to finish this record, but believe me
She look like everything I expected, so I be knee deep
ASAP, the beat on playback, I still got more to say
And she can't change that, and I can't break that
As broke as the rest be
Swear what I write is all the shit that they left me
I swear it's not rocket science
I just tell em what my day is
And they alike so they replay it
I swear it's not rocket science
I just tell em what my day like
And they alike so they know the date right
Never preached on a record, I just said what it be on a record
And made em wanna believe on a record, anytime it's me on a record
I par the bars and don't give em room to breathe on a record
They saying that my ingenuity was designed for you to be
So I be backpedaling going from you to me
I'm still trying to believe in a hero
But I keep aiming for where they be from the get-go
And maybe mine alone, died alone, my hands was by the phone
Like when Omar popped Brother Mouzone by the scroll
And called like come get em, I'm all but done with em
I was often who you loved when Paul was running with em
Apologies, whatever it gotta be
Pay that cost, and hope yall on the side of me
And may that cost be no more than a proper fee
Talking the influx, kidding you gotta be
Shit is just outta me, I right my 24
They say it's complicated but them hours is for the call
Tell em I'm a 95 Nike ad, half cent dog
Got all type of swag, double D Tyra with a wifey tag
Telling me the past is the past in the past frame
Bitches be having babies over night, like what's your last name?
Promise me you'll know it if it's ever you
And not walk around thinking tumor's got the best of you
I swear it's not rocket science, they think I'm probably lying
If you forever been a fan, they say you probably biased
I forever been the stamp of a higher climbing
And they won't let you get a hand if you tryna find it
But I'm in a room full of chargers
Typing out my life for the starters
And ever pair of sneakers is a part of it
Contemplating becoming a martyr
And if I'll even know it if it happens so regardless
Petty series part two shit
No talking just get right to it like ok
I just want it for early ones
Name dropping ain't a problem if I turn you on
Looking for surprise nigger rise till the curl is on
Looking store plans that went down when the..
I'm J J Evans and the Louie though
I'm on jeans loosen up but keep the shit as hell
I swear they telling me to remind y'all
Down weed wall and lets them to find y'all
And those is the guys that I call friends is looking for
Thick bitches inside of a Benz
Me? Outside of my doors was stealth wars
But behind it was limit to cover the house wars
Me? I'm 50-50 as far as I was on
Rebel we in the lobby or black tie to ball'em
I'm as good on the first as I am on the last
Grew up no one first like I grew on the stash
I grew no one the first, put my hands on the dash
Hover over, I learned French and learned sober
I need another tool these are...
A person with a mirror like I leave it up to you
Sane as I always did it I'm still wonderful
But all your predictions are shipped to wonder off
All black walls a living room will astound you
Cut the black ball with summer swords and value right?
Heh, I just want it ...
You're welcome now I welcome to tend out the crib
Get a praise as a gallery with thinner home
Hah I wanted Leroy Campbells his spot was around the corner
My pops spend money on him the block
That I was walking was black art and black hearts
Black bags of black stash was about the stash all
And not a scenery plays a couple TTKs go
Name dropping ain't a problem if I turn you on
Everybody turn to Ellis once they heard the song
On the steps watching Biggie and it ain't the same
One eyes mention passenger side chiming
Wanna try mimic? That was us that a must
Rich bros turn sports in a better up
Couple times rumors the reports at your door
Phone going stupid wrong numbers talking raw shit
Thinking I just want a Picasso
Nobody can fade a fourth member of the...
PJs in the morning hard rock suites
Cases ...six bottles at least right?
Really there wasn't nothing I wasn't in for
So put a label on your backpacker as an insult
Right told'em I just wanted it all
All black balls I did it just how you thought more
All black walls
All green pockets
Ain't nobody complaining
Cause can't nobody stop it no
And the living room will astound you
Cover that ball with summer salts and Valium
All black walls
All green pockets
Ain't nobody complaining
Cause can't nobody stop it no
And the living room will astound you
Cover that ball with summer salts and Valium
All black walls yeah
Petty series part two shit yeah
MCA shit yeah
[Skyzoo: talking]
Yea! Eh yo! 9th
They got a long way to go homie
I mean I am talking
But you know it's like the sample says you know
They got a long way to go
Cause when they talk
It's like I gotta lean to the side just to listen to em
Cause they talking outta the side of they mouth
Let me put them on a S.K special yo
[Verse 1:]
Peep it
Another beautiful day with a scene it is
Look at the stores, twisted rod those is prefexis
I know the corner like ma sneaker size
So when you speak of the curb it's like you speak of sky
You see me ride on my H.O.P like ma mother name me HIP
So you can't show me nothing about making a flick
I was born with it, sorta like I was drawn with
So am gonn get it in the heart of the stone with it
Amma brow difference
But now or laters and blue juice
Barbeque some fly sees and fruit loops
Live from the 718 to the death of this
Marry the code I propose and she excepted it
As far as the MIC I does this in ma sleep
I pen a song before you get on beat word
They only hatin' cause they wantin ' to be us
And they am on the drum is like am fuckin' the speakers
Hear me out
[Hook:]
Y'all looking for a way to go
But we been here Certified in here
Feeding is a [? ] here
This shit is KO you motherfuckers still looking for a way to go
[Verse 2:]
I got em screaming my name from bad bitches to ma day one fans
The bottom line is the grind
I made one plan and stuck with it
This shit is like a lay up fam it's automatic
I treat it like straight up gram you all addicts
Addicted to the leaning on the curb
16 so mean got em leanin on the words
It's nothing you can do to SKY
I put my heart in the badge
You see the [? ] line look closer
You don't wanna get involved
If the corner had a logo it be me yankee a fitted on
Burner bulging out on the waist cause slippin up is all that it takes
The city's favourate ghetto celebrity
Never learned swagger I inherit the recipe the recipe
Still living up that expensive wardrobe shit
And living into it makes me sick
Growing up, project struck, looking for luck, dreaming
Couplets I was cupping up to the ceiling, seen it
Jumped in and was looking up to believe it
Lived it, went and penned it and left the rest to the speakers
Wrote it the way I know it, you heard it, you saw me show it
Outlining the obvi' and intricating below it
Dollar signs in the lobby and finger painting the motive
Any side that's beside me is giving way to the notice
Dare you to look away from it, counting it is weighing it
And the weight of the winners will build 'em to build a gate for it
Protect it or neglect it, skully over the face with it
The outcome surrounds them and everything they praying with
Dents in the carpet, the honor amongst saving it
Picturing tomorrow is prolly gonn' make today the end
Beat tapes blur out the blue, and all the chase in them
Lights out the window, the awakening
I'm feeling like I made it though
Then making it is everywhere that they ain't say to go
I'm making it where all of this is for the taking yo
Cause making it is everything that they been waiting fo'
I show 'em how to make it through hysteria
Make it through hysteria
Make it through hysteria
Know the sound, know the score well enough to quote it now
Used to what they used to, see them pointing the composer out
Suitor of the suitors, double breasted, money folded down
Rooted where the root is, found an exit they can go around
Sped you up to slow you down, fuck the curiosity
1, 000 thread count but I was cut from where the bottom be
Powder spread 'round like they was dumping out their lottery
Freshened up the linen like embellishing an image
See it's sorta like the scene where Dukie get out the car
And Prezbo is watching a dream die from afar
And testers are getting thrown over on Popular Grove
And the rest of what you know is where the end of it starts
You hear the engine is gone, behind you is what it was
Hearing tends to be wrong but reminds you of what it does
Hearing it through the walls, oblige and get your run
And make sure to rewind it when you're done
[Verse 1: Skyzoo]
Okay, rap-wise back mine
Up to where I'm backed by
Everyone you homage so I'm cutting through the back
ties
That sidetracked mind smothering the stat line
Truthfully my pen ain't been the same since Stack died
That might be another reason to react, like
That might be enough to see if they see that line
Pack mines see it through the seams and what the
scratch like
Act right see if you can see what the collapse like
Wonder rap, hovercraft, Sky fly effortless
Fuck around and sit on top of Mozgov neck with it
Blake shit, makeshift, ladder that I can step upon
Rap nerds get to shooting at him like they Meadowlark
That serves that the truth is at 'em but they never
caught
That curve, get to shooting back like they could wet a
blog
That merged just to proven that I'm what they never saw
Smell it through the bag, baby that's how we be
peddling
[Hook: Skyzoo] (x2)
And they don't rap like me, and that might be
The curse of all cursive, rap by the tree
And the perfect beyond perfect, if that's what it be
Then I word it beyond worded, I'm back to what it be
[Verse 2: Skyzoo]
Blue and orange everything, clearly what I'm repping
And the pressure that come with it like I'm wearing
number seven
So I'm 39-10 if you should dare to disrespect it
Good money from the corner, put your ear to where the
net is
Good money from the corner, put your ear to where the
net is
Three meanings at once, and should clearly try to catch
See that how you want, so you hear it how I sketch it
But you see that as a must and that I'm clear out your
perspective
They don't do it like, spew it like
No clone drew up like
No Brook and Robin Lopez, no two alike
See the arm, see that ya'll crown him for you see his
song
Prematures need applause I just need a Nia Long
See the R, see the god, see that where they seek the
Swear I leave the beat alone if I could be with Nia
Long
But back to what I be up on, trampling over Sampson
You can smell it through the bag, baby that's what we
be G-ing on
Damn practice
Second shot light
Hypnotic light
One time light!
Flow something like
First of all I wanna thank my connect
Meaning I thank me for every part of my steps
Meaning I thank me for stepping off to the left,
...questing the rights but never followed the rest,
Back under the lights, I never wanted to stress
But if that come with hype then that's one to impress!
Trapped under the life since tagging under the desk,
Couldn't tell me that I couldn't be matched up wit the best
Back then I wasn't, forward now I am
Back then I wanted to call it now what I can
Trapped in to wanting to come around in lam
Off a story that you know like the other side of your hand.
Meaning that you relate, and that should be enough,
Couldn't name another that was accurate as such
Know I weave with the paint cinematically as such,
OG said I say it like when... was up,
95 the diction, 20-20 the view
95s edition of what was under the stoop
95, gifted, up and under your boo
Not a soul as nice so I don't want it with who?
Do remember that I'm the one with the proof?
So if I do brag then I was up in that booth
No mic when I was up in that booth
Pinstripe suites, find me up on the 'Tube, yeah!
I know Mike, MJ salute,
Sharing the cigars with the pair that you got on
...know, he was there to tag along,
Lou... records, L&D; sweatshirts,
Same kid by the speakers when they blared
Moms with 2 jobs so my weekends disappeared
Heard high schoolers blowing... in the stairs,
I was sitting in the kitchen, it was seeping under there
Banging on the table, scribbling a chorus
Ambition to get it and live it how I saw it!
Bowls of Apple Jacks,...me don't play,
How the fuck could I ever not be OK?
Hook: (X2)
Grew up on Kool aid,
Money by the shoe lace,
19, opened the trunk and sold 2-ways,
Me and Biz for the win like touché,
You spent it all at the mall every few days!
One time like
One time
Grew up on Kool aid,
Money by the shoe lace,
How weird is that? Huh?
Do remember!
The wide as the sky...
I pour it out
I pour it out
I unzipped my heart and I pour it out
You and me were meant huh
Do a little something together
Figured you know
Kick it to you in verse form
Instead of kickin it to you in person
To start it off ma
Am at a crossroads
Cause I ain't sure which way that this is gonna go
See on one hand it seems so positive
Then on the other am lost but then the opposite
Far from a sucker for love
But I kinda adore you
Knew it the munite I first saw you
Started with a couple of plugs
Then you started to fall through
Couple days a week it was all you
Then you caught feelings and I caught feelings
We got scared like am I 'pposed to feel this
But you and me were meant huh
To be together in the best way
We can't live life wondering about the next day
But you don't how scared I am
To let you get next to sky
You don't know the stress that I remember
But still in all you looking like you the best inline
So maybe you the best to sky's contenders
Cause in the past when they spaz
Sky would dip em
And that's why I think twice when you kiss me
At the same time any night I want you with me
You and me were meant huh
To be together
And I know you scared ma
But ain't nothing wrong
With takin it there ma
Am just as nervous as you
But if anybody is worth it is
You and me
Keep pourin it
Keep pourin it
They say the first two weeks consist of the most smiles
Tryna get to know your curves and profile
And every little thing you did I took notice
Remembering the shit that I said to get you open
Just so I can say it again to keep you right here
And eventually leading to your night wear
You was playing good girl but you gave in
I redecorated your walls and they curved in
I took care of them dreams you was servin
Day by day by day
Even outside the sheets we was kinda complete
Just as long you was riding with me
I felt something like down south cook food
And you too you was coke check hook boo
Let's just say we was both sprung cool
Then we started to care a little more
I can hear your heart beating clear when you talk
And all the above are signs of a relationship
And I ain't even meant to take this trip
Keep pourin it
Keep pourin it
But now we known each other long enough
But am still not sure what to call us
Can't tell if what we feel is strong enough
[Reks]
Nigga, what you need to do is say fuck them raps
See the money makin is on the ave
[Hook: Reks]
The money makers' on the ave, and they be gettin dough
While I was tryna rap, nigga they was sellin blow
The fiends was on the ave, and they was needin coke
Dollar dollar dollar bill, you know how the game go
Growin up sellin crack was a yellow brick road
To the dollar dollar bills, dollar dollar bills
Meet me on the ave, and we can get the dough
And we can get the dough, and we can get the cash, the cash, the cash
[Verse 1: Reks]
Fantasizing on chart climbin, I ignored the drug lords at Law
Adored colorful walls adorned with graffiti texts
On Didge's steps I damn near slept
Fillin my notepad with future hits
Hearin the city breathe a killer's breath, I wept
Smudgin up lines, my tears daily defying stress
Cause on them same steps for hours, with dealers
Who quit school to pitch powder, get rich, respect, power
Not in that order but surely somethin that's similar
Finish my algebra, kiss mum, pick my pen back up
Get lost in thought like Nasir past the margin
Shook hands with too many ghosts now in the coffin
Sad but how it be often, fiends starvin
Knew too many willin to feed 'em to hell's demons
And they say that hell would all be a big dream and
Fuck them raps! Wanna get this dough?
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Skyzoo]
It's gettin that much clearer every day
They wantin what you hear but what you hearin's never played
So you could get a chair, wait in there till it change
Or you could hit the flair, hit the air and get your lane
Young'n get your pay, kickin sixteens don't do it
I mean it did but this seesaw music
Is so yesterday, so sketched and traced
Honestly, shit is borderline next to gay
Cause when the records stop sellin and the stores start closin
And the landlord waitin in the corners wide open
Huh, fuck an option, it's whoever is coppin
Tryna hold onto a dream but can't lock it
You could play with the bass, fuck around with the treble
Or you could play with the bass and turn powder to pebble
Front if you want, we all see the truth in the clouds
But what am I sayin? I'm standin in the booth right now, fuck it
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Reks]
They used to tell me to chill
You ain't gon' pay bills tryin to be the next Will
'Fresh Prince' Smith, but if you stretch this
You'll get a quicker meal than a record deal and still
Keep your ties to the block, you ain't signing to rock
Diddy ain't gon' pop into your hood and change your life
Make shit all good, like shit ain't fucked up
On our streets, so to eat we keep
Them goods in the projects, it's all economics
You disagree? God bless, wish you the best
But you from Law-town Mass, who gon' listen to Reks?
They ain't searchin for American Idols in black hoodies
And doo rags, it's logic, you should be on the ave
Cause we be getting dough so fuck all of them raps
Pick a piece of pavement near the curb and pitch crack
Yep, it's like that, real recognize real
For the dollar dollar bills
First shot like,
Oh, on the winners road, but how the winners go,
my life is a three piece free dinner roll
I'm right in the city sins with the middle song
and rifely be a..or a bit of stone,
the..and my neighbors feeling the same,
I'm looking for..and they're waiting to get a trade,
hoping it's 80-20, it's a probably 40-60
they could picture the world when it's up 'cause all whiskey,
'cause I'm in the same vision they blinding up the letter
so if diamonds it's forever, then why not just chase prison
the hoodie black and the brams is great prison
the goal is the leave but your heart ain't great rhythm
I'm dating all the bros, they hammer but their..
the money they're payin' and the bottles that's in my crib,
and cover the state when I'm with you, but I'll just be on my shit,
dying for the moment an die enough to live,
for the record is true, and the true is this
these dues I grew up is the dues is doing pit so,
with no big brother stretching his arms
with the God my coast sign with a petal..
I mean 13 round and round on the step looking for a..
only silence was left, the verse was to the heart
and working in the song, have me jumping to a trumpet
full of circle all along and when them hearts blow they play with the vibe B
if motherf*ckers wait she'll be waiting to find reach, I mean
they say my mama got cancer on her breast
and my pops got cancer in his neck
it turned out mother ain't straight, but my pops is blessed
so he's got a cancer in his round rest,
I pray to God the money I'm chasing is at least worth the journey
and the ones who lose lanes, the ones who were' trying .. me
'cause good hang and I had em..New Jersey
like son ain't good it's a shame to hang up early
early to the morning and missing them phone call
I hope when I call back and get em my own bar
Ivy league mine full of products and thoughts,
when he was father to me, I was father to ya'll
One time, one time
one time for the phone call
hoping when I call back that I don't ball.
One time for the phone call
hoping when I call back that I don't ball.
One time for the phone call
Figure its a clock work orange how I'm pardoned wit the top of it
Leave it up to me to see the bottomless,
bottom is
Meaning what the moral or the object of the riding is
Told 'em all before, no Radames, riding with
couple dreams in a duffle
Damier's all around it
, guess a dream might run you
And the run's a 100 yarder, the dash mite barter
And you tryna shake a Dash like a Carter
I'm tryna play the back as a starter, the irony in that
Wanting all of it but wanting no part of the react
I react like, all we ever wanted was to be up
Nobody could guard us but regardless they should lead us?
Still playing ringer, told me chill while they king him
Background live or die, they can still raise a finger
Those around us can see the same tent
Windex the roof, it only makes sense
It's all glass ceilings
High enough to let up
Low enough to feel it
Blowing thru the ceiling
Looking for it 'til its all said
And then it feels like when they killed Cornbread
Or Cochise
or Voletta's son
The common thread?, its prolly better if you never run
Or find a ledge that you can level if they ever come
I'm 'bout this bread, God bless you if I'm ever shunned
Say I took it just the way that I was taught to
You wait and you'll be laid when they applaud you
You say that if I lost you there's nothing left to seek out
I say that if I lost you, you wasn't supposed to be found, so we out
We out, outside living like this outside living wasn't out the side limits
Or living like the roof up above us wasn't loose enough to touch us
Mu'fuckas wasn't true enough to love us
And all of those around us can see the same tent
Windex the roof, it only makes sense
Big money in my sentence
Sleep ain't what it was, it come a little different
If we can't cover up then cut a little distance
For the cost of sleep
And what it cost to sleep
And should you ever doze
For the cost of sleep
And what it cost to sleep
The commas in the price tag
For the cost of sleep
And what it cost to sleep
For the cost of sleep
And what it cost to sleep
Long as you never know
You know all you need
And knowing alone is for the low and behold
Low and behold I'm still the soul of the hole
But losing mine to be it, losing eyes to see it
Vision better but who am I to believe it
So losing mine to be it, losing eyes to see it
But its whatever if you decide on sleeping
True as Posturepedics, and laying there, listening
The same shit that drove Rich & them
Dvd stars off of fam going missing and
We just see the odds open handed, gripping them, vice city
See we involved from the entrance and
DWI in the car but I'm good on my intentions till them lights get me
So pay me now, pay me later, and for yesterday
Mite nod a little, but I was never late
Hurry up and buy
, like you ain't never wait, you lay down and you levitate
See if the twin mattress could talk the songs that it would harmonize
All the living I was living for the non alive
All the bitches that was in it wit they heart in mind
And all the women that was missing when my heart arrived
Pardon I, I was just was on a high
Peddler theme music but now I just wanna ride
And painting it for the Bose
You prayed that they car wasn't halted, and now you just praying that they don't doze
Publishing checks and letters from jail
Come to me at the same time, that's my regular mail
Honest, they say the cost of success could weigh out your living
But what it cost for that rest will pay out the difference
And what we on is to the left, made to be different
If we was wrong from the get we'll stay to revisit
Now sing a song for the rep but change up the endings
Cuz we put on to the death, may he forgive us
For everything that we can count on
The overall is getting my amount on
Something I can mount on and say that this was worth it
If I should ever doze it just brings me down to perfect
Cause me I'm never faded, I made it where he made it
Hope it don't end the same but we get the same payment
Hope that I get my name scripted in the same cadence
Know I be in my ways but I feel like I'm the greatest
At least among these new mu'fuckas that was born in the 80's and better
Called it Dickensian when I got to playing wit letters
Call up Larenz and them and tell them that tape is forever
But what its 'bout is everything that you doubt
Applause for the 2 doors and the keys for the entry
And please y'all please don't tempt me
Leave me in this corner wit these stanzas alone
You figure this out, you'll see I stand on my own, receipts in the bag
Me I'm never faded, I made it where he made it
Hope it don't end the same but we get the same payment
Hope that I get my name scripted in the same cadence
Sex money and murder
All the decorations they set up under the curtains
They sitting here singing they never wanted to hurt us
And never would they ever
So I guess they made good on they're promises all together
But maybe they really didn't
Meaning they really did get to semi auto lifting
Ricochet reasons when they ricochet rabbit us
Trick bullets that'll stop mid air and mallet us
We just tryin' to duck it but they bucking like if practice was
Targeted to here, out the window with this view
From this apartment with a stare that'll make you wanna see more
All of this intrigue will make you leave from outta these doors
And look for where Quiles is, bigger dreams
Penciled in Hennessy adrenaline
Throw down, stand up and die for it like blizzard did
40 ounces on 40 degree days, penning 40 bar verses
With 40 on each page and writing around the holes
I'm running outta room when I'm writing
So I suppose my pose is more in depth
My pose along the steps is home so to the death
We was built to play the right and I chose to bust a left
Dedicated to better living, spending on better women
Took it and ran wit when they said we better get it
Like we was doing good but we doing better winning
And knowing there could be no better ending
And it's dedicated to never living, spending but never getting
Took it to stand with it when they said we'll never get it
Like we misunderstood them wanting to never switch it
And knowing that this shit is never ending
And looking back on it, it all started in Steel's apartment
One in the same if there's something to say
Something to say like I was still just the one to remain
One to remain like I was dealing wit one in the cham'
One in the cham' like the feeling there is nothing to gain
Nothing to gain like I'm wheeling in to jump in that lane
Jump in that lane like revealing I was one in the same
It circles back and we just tryin' to jump in that ring
Jump in that ring like if we won't get to jump in again
I mean like all we wanted was opportunity
And even if we couldn't be exact, we knew the means
Even if we couldn't see a stack we was true to dream
And even when we got to be in that we never knew to eat
Fucking something or at least we was pursuing it
And ordering lobster fried rice if we was doing it, ha
Young and wide eyed, sprung off of Diddy crew
Like word to Puff wait 'til we get in these living rooms
Or better yet I 'cause I was all alone in a basement full of eyes
That was similar to mine with no similar in rhyme
None similar to mine and we kicking it like shit is live or die
Dedicated to better living, spending on better women
Took it and ran wit when they said we better get it
Like we was doing good but we doing better winning
And knowing there could be no better ending
And it's dedicated to never living, spending but never getting
Took it to stand wit it when they said we'll never get it
Like we misunderstood them wanting to never switch it
And knowing that this shit is never ending
And looking back on it, it all started in Steel's apartment
'Cause we once a crew of youngin's of the same kind
Quick to holla up at something with the same line
Never changed so if we out then I'ma still roll
As soon as the drum rolls I'm picturing unloads,
I'm picturing one show that gives them an unclosed
description of one grown, and witnessing son grown,
"that boy good, and to the greats, he the one chose",
as soon as the horns lift, I picture the cautious
becoming beyond it from fear of the lost sense,
I'm picturing all them that said he was awesome
retracting their talking for fear an endorsement
may seal up their coffin, hammer to the nail,
metal to metal but he's just planning to prevail,
ghetto to ghetto they say he handle what they rail,
echo the echoes, and if he handle what they rail,
he's never been settled so if your handling is frail,
he let go the legos and tell you "catch 'em if you will",
you catch like D-Will, well and good, have you riding for your team,
until you find out you traded off the bottom of your screen,
like "let me find out", gave it every line of what I be,
until the time's out, and this shit is just not what it should be,
so every glock that ever leans and every shot that ever leaves
from off the top of where that beam is red dotting where you breathe
is in a box apparently waiting out to hear from me,
they wait aloud to hear the screams and they about whatever needs,
and their hearing's well and good so if they think they heard a call,
they tryna hop outta that box and make you sing the words along,
serenades warrant hearing aids, ringing murder ones,
blue and whites move alike if they should think they heard a drum,
and they justifying justice, pulling triggers for the cause,
I got a big enough applause off the strength of the allure,
saying this is what it was, well if this is what becomes,
then I became what they paint as the picture never hung,
I became what they made as a glimpse of what was won,
the W's at The W, spilling off the hum,
the one to do what they wanna do, in it for the run,
'til the tape's broke in half and I'm praised off of laps,
call it A-side B-side, tape broke in half,
and my A-side B-side was made to be exact,
no 40 dollar replicas but all of my etcetera's
exemplified the inner sides of all that my forever does,
live or die, get us by, bigger signs, better runs,
bigger rides, get inside, visualize what never comes,
minimized inner highs, Phyllis Hy', level one,
say that I amaze but I still feel forever young,
heavy is the fade that should fill that New Era son,
imagine it in front of you, like packages that wanna move,
so much so that they react without you running to,
so running towards is all that you in it for,
all the stones in that crown is all that it really was,
all them stones on the ground is all that you penning off,
from the pitching to the ditching, its more than they get to pump,
so chorus them for the trunk, meaning sing for the drive,
I'm still the peddlers theme, they say I sing for the drive,
now bring in the reprise, and let the beat breathe,
I'll let you comb through the poem and what's beneath these,
I'm on my throne, pewter foams and the seat reads,
that "you should know you alone is what the need needs",
so on the low I know the code & how to debrief,
but on the low I know the dough is where belief be,
so all of my encouragement is pointed on hurrying,
'cause getting it don't mean that you got it, so we gonn' hurry this,
and get it until each of us got it, you say you listening,
I hope that when I speak in these pockets you get the gist of it,
they open off of me in them boxes where they be signaling
like "we see them a block away, so put all of that stock away!",
I come through, windows off, still knocking Rae',
the Hilfiger version, and I feel I'm in its purpose,
so I wheeled 'em where the words is, pedal to the predicate,
for the love of money baby, decimals is delicate,
for the love of money baby, settling we never did,
they can't fuck with where this effort is,
see if I told you everything I ever wanted to say,
you'd either nobel prize me or scurry away,
and that nobel prize seat?, I'm one up away,
"A Dream Deferred" will chauffeur me to one of them thaigs,
either a plaque or a stat or a ribbon that's attached
to a gold plated Alfred, in-scripted through the back,
homey this shit is a wrap, if you was bitching in the past,
the future is more looted, baby get it how you ask,
the truest to walk through it, so whoever yall spewing
to be that guy back slides, I fountain pen baptize,
the same shit that I was with, I'm still in that mind,
[Roots manuva]
Pen to tha paper I scream at the world
Picky headed youth dont wear no jerry curl
In the heat of the summer
More time I trembled
Nuthin dont change, I'm picky from within
The R's for the Rage
E's for the Energy
B's for the 3-4 Bounce that we count
Second E's for the Era of this young hottie youth
L presents Long term soildier stand firm
Foundation flexin stretchin out the pound
I used to want the queens head
Now I want the crown
Its in my blood stream
Shits to hard to define
Why, some get the vision an the rest tow the line
Sleepwalkin floggin the horse thats done dead
Pissin in the wind now piss drips down your leg
Is you plum or is you pleb
Dude its one an the same
One shit short now flush that pee brain
Put ur hand on ur lips spell d-e-r
You wanna be, fartface
An me cant spar
Like the, dooper I am I dont wanna cause friction
I hold my space an then I diss em wid the diction
Nuff of them will fear this
Its right now that they dont wish to hear this
Simple forensic but they cant get near this
Its fingerprints of god
G-O-D
[Life]
Keep em philosophical
My rap styles collasol to your brain
Like a line of cocaine straight up your nostril
Nowadays like aristotle
I send my message through da mic not in a bottle
A gifted mic disciple like an apostle
Hip hops my life an hustle
Lyric skils be the muscle
They be brand new like the heavies not old like some fossils
I meditate on bible scriptures
Not porno pictures
I smoke sensi bud, green like the trees of eucalyptus
Buffalo soldier from a rasta man army
I need hip hop to satisfy my soul like bob marley
Wisdoms what I give them
Flippin knowledge on the rhythm
If your talkin like a devil I'm performin exorcism
Ill cause malice, smoke a chalice in buckingham palace
Get the queen high, send her to wonder land like alice
Cos I'm a dark stranger
Not from a dirty sick chamber
Cos a star burns above my head like jesus from a manger
Lone ranger, I dont need a posse to follow
My backup be my sword I use it swift like zorro
Guided by a force similar to obi one kenobe
Walk the skies like luke an even chewbacca couldnt hold me
If ur a phoney, its lights out like james toni
An I'm confident like naseem hamed, so you dont know me
I walk in the shadows, I make you paro (paranoid)
My mind be narrow, I carry guns an laser bow an arrows
[Si-phillie]
I be the bingee man come back from zion
Wid the bag of sensimilila an da mic in da other hand
Bounty killa on the rampage for reala
Gonna make mad dough like my name was don miller
Chancellor exchequer mic recka
[?] or sampras
You know i be top class
This one is a message from king salisse i
Any pussy bwoy tess I dem bwoy gaan die
Puppet master rasta bring forth disaster
Eskimos be boppin to my shit in alaska
Weak emcees be droppin out cos they have ta
Convert niggas i make em go see their pastor
Power move makin
Never fakin that jamaican
Im from trinidad
When it comes to respect, I'm like ur dad
Not a fake like alexander o neil
Neva choppin off my locks like that nigga seal
The si philly hot tabasco chilli
Niggas suckin up my style like a nipple on a titty
Im flippin lyrics when I'm not on the rob
So my surgical gloves protects the prints of the gods
[Skeleton]
God all mighty what the devil (u star ?)
Wot the hell what on earth cha
What the bloodclaat
Wat da rass hole blast hole ina di beast
Im da blessin an da dammend an da famine an the feast
Im a man 'o' war cos I was a man of peace
Now I'm out for your neighbours like they name was annalise
Speak from a snow capped peak to the abyss
Im ugly as sin
An I'm da livin criss
Im chilled in the field an the inner city hype
Im the murderin theivin rapin type
Im the heat, the light, the cold an the dark
Im the silver back gorilla an the great white shark
Im the poorest slum I'm the richest palace
The lyricist the herbalist and the gyaliss
I can get ya down an I can get you lifted
The giver an the gifted
The bima aint fiftied
Shifted, gears I'm the tears an the laughter
The birth an the death an whatever there after
The kiss on the cheek an the kick ina de crotch
"...What trust can we any longer place in government policies that have
rigorously and indeed brutally held down wages, yet at the same time
increased prices and in the process presented us with the biggest
unemployment problem in postwar years..."
The streets are filthy from the sweat and tears
We wear our fingers to the bone in search of gold
We must protect our children from the night, whatever's not right
We bear witness- Junkyard means business
Shadows in the dark, muggers on the stairs
Junkyard warfare some peoples worst nightmare
My sides bleed alkies looking for 10p,
And cash converters were invented for junkies
My neighbors ?????, and livin here ain't very cheap
Thieves from the council stole their money from the streets
I ain't had runnin water for weeks
Kids in my flat hardly know how to speak
Before they're bunnin down weed and getting STD's
And then they have kids, before their time to live
Which is some hard shit, when kids bringin up kids
Times is hard in the junkyard, kids fuck around in the dirt
And see white as the only way to work
They hold the square cos there's piss on the stairs
Little man licks the pipe and blows the smoke high in the air
He calls it welfare's prayer, smoking on the shit to feel godly
Spittin wit those cats upstairs
Cos its dirty down here, God, you get yr robes pulled of yr back
Crucified in a block of flats
Junkyard style, from the bricks to the shacks
And the pigs chase the cats while the cats feed their habits
Sometimes I get nostalgic and I hold my old corner
Where we used to rock that bad magic
I get toxic then reflect on the world
Watching cars drive by putting swine B4 pearls
Guzzling on L just to keep my head straight
In the Junkyard AKA Highbury Estate
You gotta fight to survive blood
Lash your take to make your food supply right blood
Hold your own cos the kids are all fucked
Livin on luck when you ain't got nothing and its all about the buck
Junkyard- burning bins and dumped cars
police on patrol, and streetcorner stars
Cats getting prang, Yardies getting blam
shots getting licked so live how you can
Kids are eating (icepoles?), throwing stones at busses
Accosting grannies getting chased and now they've grown up
Screwing on the corner with a knife in his pocket
Jack you, stab you, kill you, your times up
My bloods dirty from the poison that the junkyard breathes
Everything we touch just dies of disease
But still I live here, shine an example to the youngers
To think about the way I'm gonna deal with my hunger
Broke for 3 days, late giro again
New Deal, low pay, big ball and chain
Tucked into my sock and I don't wanna be broke
I've got the sentence of the junkyard fever ??
And I'm burning temptation as I look to the stars
For a time when we can clean up the Junkyard
Yeah its hard in the streets for whoever you are
When yr livin in a place we call the Junkyard;
I watched a film called life, through a broken window on the stairs
It weren't long before the police appeared, all flashlight shining in my face
Same shit all the time- Junkyard, where our lives don't change
Little kids like orphans check me for a sponsor on the (icepoles?)
Nine year olds plottin for a title like Ollie Twist
Snatch yr purse like a dodger disappear in the bricks
The Junkyards a playground, crimes a safe route, drink's a way out
The kids sit and blaze like there's gonna be a drought
Ain't no love here, not for self or surroundings
Just close encounters, and scoundrels of all kinds
The money-mad'll rob you blind without foresight
And speed off somewhere into the night
To get high off this world, create their own space
From the Junkyard AKA Highbury Estate
You gotta fight to survive blood
Lash your take to make your food supply right blood
Hold your own cos the kids are all fucked
Livin on luck when you ain't got nothing and its all about the buck
Junkyard- burning bins and dumped cars
police on patrol, and streetcorner stars
Cats getting prang, Yardies getting blam
shots getting licked so live how you can
"Britains economic problem isn't a problem of the decade or even a
[Roots Manuva]
On the South of the river is where I reside
Making movements discrete coz I know I'm being spied
Beast eyes be all up on my back like spines
Lookin to come cut me down in my prime.
Bored gaffers wanna hound me search my hind briefs
I say get ye back I'll spread my own cheeks
and show that I has no crack in my possession
You don't wanna do me for just one bag of weed
So pass me that caution and let me proceed.
To do what I does like only I knows
Write rhymes and diss for my fuck head foes
I be that spare chucking, mango munching crunching on dumpling
Beating all 5 kids with mad vocal gumption
Don't care bout your assumption I can not be pigeon holed
Rebel souls all cold kiss cold cassette
We don't come for powder lotion or pet
[Chorus:]
Where my mind is at, is where my soul is at
And if my soul's intact, then my mind's intact [x2]
[Sampled and scratched)]
(As my thought submerge these are those words) [x2]
I don't to deal with them fashion victims
I never drink Pimms, give me Martell straight
Nice my mind state bringing flames to my throat
As I float I bust quotes from my inner mind's page
Roots-fi cascades rain down like typhoons
They blessing in that room so I boom till I'm holy
The feeling is oversized, fat roly-poly
Now I bounce like brests's that burst from brassieres
My purpose of being free this next type of years
Coz I'm cool, heart-felt flex be the free y'all
Kingsize swinging roots like twist I'm the geezer with
Tough rhymes are mine light years and distant times
My strength'll be the fact that I'm committed
Folks check me easy coz my style is too wicked
I say time, man them wanna box my face
I give them roots juice, but they don't like the taste.
[Chorus:]
Where my mind is at, is where my soul is at
And if my soul's intact, then my mind's intact
Where my mind is at, is where my soul is at
And if my mind's intact, then my souls intact
[Sampled and scratched]
(As my thought submerge these are those words) [x2]
Standing at the crossroad which way do I turn?
Babylon a burn, but nuffin ever seen
Coz they trapped inside tainted mentality
Getting force fed by a demon beams
That be coming straight at you from the TV screen.
Why is there no news in these newsprint rags?
I don't really care about who MP shagged
But still they keep feeding me foolishness
To go numb up my mind and fight my progress
But I see through yer crew and my mind's on the circuit
Hot to the 2 on some overtime I'm a stand firm with this roots-fi refined
[Chorus:]
Where my mind is at, is where my soul is at
[Scratches]
"Dedication"
"Dedicated to the crews"
"For real"
"Now this one's dedicated to..."
"To all the girls..."
"Rodney P Steppin up to spark this"
("...for this 'ere sound alone...") [x4]
We dedicate it...
To all the massive inside, we dedicate it
Big up all the london crews
and send request to all da man dem outta town weh make moves, yo
[Rodney P]
They never knew about us english kids
and how we live and how we program big and how we move, yo
They never knew about us crews
and how we do and how the flex is rude, ya hear me dappa?
Never get to hear about this knew chappy
How we be, how we flex rude boy and how we G
How the bullshit they're talking ain't real to me
'cause i don't feel no emcee like i feel MC D, thats real
Hear the deal though, me still nah defend
the bwoy dem pon de ends who wanna scheme and pretend
How they do that? big up all the crew weh 'ready knew that
Anytime we pass through dat, we got to flow through that, for real
[Chorus]
("...for this 'ere sound alone...") [x4]
Fe real, fe real we dedicate it
For all the massive inside we dedicate it
Big up de hiphop hikes
and send request to all my emcee friends weh rip mikes, yo
[Rodney P]
Big up the Brixton crew
Wann' fe send request to Lewisham and New Cross too
Like them guy that never knew about the way we slang
Big up the Stonebridge man, plus the Mozart gang, fe real, yo
Big up all the Handsworth hikes
All dem man dem outta town weh know they rock shit right
Wann' fe send request to Battersea 'cause thats my ends
Big up da rude boy dem, and plus my rude gyal friends, for real, yo
Biggie, is like pussy we get in it
We stretch it, we bend it, we slam it up and done wid it
and when I come wid it u best fe know my steez
and then u know say they're ain't never know fucking wid these
Thats how i do it, when i pass through it correctly
Whole leap o' pretty women wanna body check me
and can get me 'cause i'm easy, yeah
and i'm gallis wid de dutty bwoy smile, gal BELIEVE me!
Rodney P they wann' fe put me in the mix
Big up the cliques, weh chop bricks to half of a sixth
Big up Skitz always coming wid dem hiphop hits
Send request to Destiny and Shortee Blitz
A so we move, and stay rude
[Chorus]
("...for this 'ere sound alone...") [x4]
Fe real, fe real we dedicate it
To all the crew inside we dedicate it
Easy Doby... easy DJ Biznizz... Joe Buddah big up, yo
[Rodney P]
They never knew say that we rough plus de gyal dem buff
They knew 'bout the way we program, yo
They knew say how we flex mean a man stay vex'
and plus we don't take talk from no man
When we gwarn in it, hear me dappa all we buildin'
is boom styles we use an kill it when time fe skill it
Trust me, they couldn't touch me with their fuckery
The rough stuff we bus' gets bumped in all countries
Touching all countries, hustling rap
Plus you know i'm into smuggling, smuggling back, for real
Seen? so gimme the green, i'm a fiend,
Wann' fe big up all my herbalist team weh stay lean as we move dat
[Chorus]
("...for this 'ere sound alone...") [x4]
We do that, we dedicate it
Take a boom style and dub plate it, dedicate it
Yo, big up Skitz in the mix
Plus Ronin got them oriental chicks I wann' fe grips, easy Johnny
(Feat. Lil' Keke)
Uh, get ya mind right (get ya mind right)
What, Southsive for live Westcoast nigga...
[Chorus]
Coming straight from the heart, cause I got nothing but love
Man it really hurt, cause we done lost another thug - 2x
Would you ride for your dog, would you die for your dog
Staying side by side, prepare to lose it all - 2x
[Lil' Keke]
I'm living life on the run, this is hot pursuit
Niggas lying homies dying, better strap on your boots
I'm the young don, you know I do what I do
One of the first ones in the click, since the year 9-2
Yeah me and Screw, the click you know we started that
It was a three-headed monster with my boy Fat Pat
We was the throwdest the coldest, on this side of town
And all them rookies speaking up, you know they had to bow down
We was profiling, freestyling, buck-wilding
Making money, had a player smiling
Keeping it crunk, bringing the funk, popping the trunk
Smoking the skunk, a player don't front
Fore' I lay down to sleep, you know I gots to pray
Cause this life ain't been the same, since we lost P-A
Sometimes I pick it up, just to make a call
Cause my right-hand to God, man I miss my dog
[Chorus]
[Lil' Keke]
Would you swang and swoop, in a brand new Coupe
This Commission Muzic Group, we hotter than chicken soup
Would you kill for your homie, would you steal for your homie
Be ready to bust a shot, when they try to run up on me
Would you ride for a thug, would you die for a thug
Be ready to pump a slug, when you see a nigga blood
H-Town to Oakland, the highway smoking
Puffing on something green, that'll bust your chest open
Or trip in a zone, for my homies that's gone
DJ Screw you the king, baby sit on that throne
Mafio, Big Steve don't worry, I got it rocking
Just for P-A-T, I'ma keep a top dropping
Long live the name, forever in the game
Letting you boys know, until you feel my pain
Southside for life, baby a player got pride
East to West Coast, real dogs gon ride
[Chorus]
[Lil' Keke]
Pressure bust the pipes, so that's what I like
Had to master the game, like it's riding a bike
I lost some people man, you know this world is a trip
It got me paranoid, riding with a glock and a clip
I know a lot of people saying, you the last one left
That's why I'm studio, buying keeping some on the shelf
I mash on the gas, with no time to play
Me, Pokey and Carleone, plus the H-A-W-K
Tell Poetic just don't sweat it, I'm out dropping my hit
Do it straight from the heart, because I love the click
I got the heart of a hustler, the mind of a G
Dedicating this song to Screw and P-A-T
I'ma hold it down, until I make it that way
On the last sixteen, with so much to say
No giving up, this is life on the run
All respect due, from Lil' Keke the Don
[Talking]
Yo, Z-Ro the motherfucking Crooked, 2K1
This is dedicated to all them hoe ass niggas
And then again, this is dedicated to all my real dogs
We gon get them niggas, you feel me
You weasel ass niggas, you snake in the grass ass niggas
Die slow nigga, feel the Z-Ro nigga
[Z-Ro]
Huh, I reminisce about the past time
Me and Mafio in class putting together to get our hands down
Destined to be a living legend, spitting game on tracks
Now we popping it with the DJ Screw, they all want on wax
Now who that man, who that talking down
Nigga look at what you did to me, I'm about to lose my mind
I'm on a coaster grind, trying to shine like that boy 2Pac
Aggravated and I know I'm hated, so I roll with two glocks
Never hesitate to put one of these pussies in line
Cause I'm tired of talking to my roll dogs, in the back of my mind
Another day another murder, seeing another homie gone
Got me paranoid bout kin folk, till I put something in they dome
What was once a Christian, now I'll be living violently
Retaliation for my niggas moving silently
We S.U.C. Screwed Up Click, now boot up bitch
I'm ready for war, bout to suit up bitch
[Chorus x2]
We sick of you bitches putting our niggas under the floor
So I came to let you know, we gon kill you hoes
Fa sho, till this barrel 3-57 be busting, mean mugging
They cussing busting, busting, busting
[Z-Ro]
Hey Mr. Fat to the Pat, how the fuck they gon act
Still living out your ghetto dreams, with hands on our strap
Why the fuck niggas be bombing on, ghetto rap stars
Taking the lives of real g's, straight bitches is what you are
As a superstar, never be tricking my money on hoes
Affiliated with pimps, pushers and basketball pros
I never be going up my nose, and plus I stopped puffing sherm
Automatic weapon up on my side, and aim as straight as a bird
My brains dripping, my ruger ripping from missing my dogs
That's why I'm sucking up the rap game, cause I'm a hog
Poetically inclined, and get on the corner and grind
I'm about to let my light shine, cause the henchman got attention of homie
Dying
I'ma stop, drop, roll, on eighty fours
Keep my finger on the trigger, cause I don't love you hoes
So move around, all this tripping with yourself stressed out
Fuck around and click and make Z-Ro, pull the black smith and wess out
[Chorus x2]
[Z-Ro]
We all in, steady breaking these boys off again and again
Pimping a pen, living in sin trying to get dividends
Tired of being broke in this bitch, kicking it with DJ Screw
Sipping drinking and smoking that shit
And since I bought a blue over gray, my nigga didn't play
DVD and a c.d. looking at the S.U.C. on T.V.
But now he's gone, he made me then he left me alone
At least my nigga didn't get taken out by a shot to the dome
I got the call on the phone, from Den-Den
Nigga your ass just taken, but first let me tell you about your kin
We lost Eazy-E, P-A-C, B.I.G. and Big Pun
That was a nigga that was close to me, man this thug life ain't no fun
That's fucked up, with a platinum feel my true to life is outie
Put a sadness on the world, cause the sun didn't shine
It stayed cloudy for three days, tears running down my face like relays
Z-Ro the Crooked, the ghetto rap star that he made
[Talking]
Yeah, Lil Flip nigga
D. Diggs, nigga Shasta yeah
This for all the Screwheads nigga
Ya know, for real hey
[Lil Flip]
You know me, I ride with my trunk raised up
Boy I'm riding dubs, you better put them blaze up
I'm banging Screw, four 15's kick harder
Around the block one time, come back and switch cars
I sip barre, cause it's a family tradition
I'm the Freestyle King, it ain't no competition
I'm a Screwhead, I ride black blue red
They call me Lil Flip, nigga I can do that
[Chorus x2: Shasta]
I thought you knew oooh-oooh-ooooooh
That we forever banging Screw
I thought you knew that
I thought you knew that
[Lil Flip]
Hey I done bought the car, bought the house
I got about 30 karats, inside my mouth
I represent the dirty dirty, the dirty south
I even put it down with, Swisha House
I got more syrup than, Waffle House
9-9 graduator, I walked across
I run through all hoes, like Marshall Faulk
I fuck with Big Pokey and Big Hawk
And underground mix tapes, got us fame
And fucking with real niggas, got us game
Screwed Up Click about to go worldwide
And once you cross 6-10 welcome to the Southside, Southside
[Chorus x2]
[Lil Flip]
Thanks to my nigga Screw, I got my shine on
Now my nigga gone, so I gotta rhyme strong
I'ma go platinum, cause I'm a lyrical threat
I think about you everytime, I hear a cassette
Chopped up, but them niggas can't chop like you
Them niggas can't even make the music stop like you
But I'ma keep you alive, everytime I rap
On the real, DJ Screw put us all on the map
So everytime I bust a flow, I'ma show my ass
You taught me two things, keep it real and fold my cash
Now I'm rich, and I'm still dropping underground shit
And fuck the radio, I drop underground hits, I'm a Screwhead
[Chorus x2]
[Talking]
Yeah ha-ha, this for all the Screwheads nigga
Who been jamming Screw nigga, since the grey tapes nigga, ya know
We gon put it down for my nigga DJ Screw
These niggas mad and shit
Cause he gave me the plack for the Freestyle King
But nigga I'm selling, knowI'msayin
We doing it how it go, my nigga D. Diggs nigga
Nigga we gon fuck the whole world up
If it's too fast, I can screw that
Lil Flip, Sucka Free Records, my cousin Shasta nigga
That's how it go nigga, Screwed Up Click forever
For real, I'm a Screwhead nigga, uh
3 N' Tha Mornin, what
Dirty Southside, Houston Texas, what
DJ Screw, nigga R.I.P.
It’s gross this loss of jaded sanity
Days are found recalling vanity
The guise the poise serving solitude
Days are found plating gratitude
Arena, I seen her misdemeanour, in the corner
Mural watching children screaming
Running running running running running run
The face, the grace of this atttitude
Make mistakes onto platitudes
The race, the case the boys are innocent
These mistakes buy new testaments
Arena, I seen her misdemeanour, in the corner
Mural watching children screaming
Noble watchmen guard the children
Mural watching children screaming
Running running running running running run
All the boys are innocent, lonely, oh, oh
All the boys are innocent, lonely, oh, oh
Charles got a job in a factory
Drilling sheet metal from six till three
Worked extra hours for a better wage
Got lost in his task quite needlessly
I noticed his brain was a plastic box
His work rate improved 'cause he couldn't stop
He couldn't eat lunch with those metal hands
His legs were supports for new inner glands
Next when I saw him his face was gone
A stainless steel spine now instead of bone
His arms became grafted onto the switch
Six months without food made it quite a trip
His wife soon returned from her open grief
She told his employer she had kids to keep
They gave her the scrap price of his machine
Are you alone
You stand by the tree
Which holds only an opening
With nothing but sea
Why do you cry
Do you hide from the sneers
Which darken the pathways
And hold only tears
Is there no end
To these buzzards` attacks
Which approach unexpected
With nothing but facts
Where is the love
Restricted from view
Hides in the chambers
Will solitude do
Is it a crime
To hold such a task
Where only one person
Takes off the mask
Who is to say
Way up in the sky
Can there be room
With nobody to lie
Pro and the cons
Take the pro and the cons
Bullet, needle or blade
Guess I knew all long
Oh the summertime is coming
And the trees are sweetly blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather
Will ye go, Lassie go?
Chorus
And we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather
Will ye go, Lassie go?
I will build my love a tower
Near yon' pure crystal fountain
And on it I will build
All the flowers of the mountain
Will ye go, Lassie go?
If my true love she were gone
I would surely find another
Where wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather
I never seen December
Look this bad before
The paper mill is closing
Death is on our shore
Mines are slowly turning
Brothers don't come home
Father lies still coughing
Releasing us a moan
Oh mother of mine
Release us from evil, oh show us a sign
Oh mother of mine
Your children are bleeding, please show us a sign
We stood by our union
Holding up the flag
The union stood by watching
While we buried dad
Mother doesn't talk now
Only to her soul
Children hungry children
Let the people know
Oh mother of mine
Release us from evil, oh show us a sign
Oh mother of mine
Your children are bleeding, please show us a sign
Oh mother of mine
Release us from evil, oh show us a sign
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
Christmas was upon us
Everyone was there
Christmas was upon us
We've nothing left to share
The church was holding sermon
Ringing out a bell
We all prayed for mercy
Take us from this hell
Oh mother of mine
Release us from evil, oh show us a sign
Oh mother of mine
Your children are bleeding, please show us a sign
Oh mother of mine
Release us from evil, oh show us a sign
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
