[Intro:]
You see, what-what sounds to you like a big load of trashy, old noise
Is in fact the brilliant music of a genius, myself
That music is so powerful that it's quite beyond my control
And uh, when I'm in the grips of it,
I don't feel pleasure and I don't feel pain
Either physically or emotionally,
Do you understand what I'm talking about?
Have you, have you ever felt like that?
When you just, when you just...
You couldn't feel anything and you didn't want to either
Aye man, I appreciate the love you know but y'all need to back up man
Yo, I don't want them to shut us down, you know?
Y'all dropped a piece of your pay check to get in here fam
Oh that's how you want it? Alright, enjoy it while it last
[Hook:]
I rock, I roll, I did it, I live it, I know
You got problems, see me at my show
Good luck getting through the front door
'Cause we wall to wall action and I can barely breathe 'em
About to bring it back home, back home, back home
[Verse 1:]
My stomach rumbling but I been fed already
I'm seeing 2010 but my vision 20-20
And people question am I'm spitting or not
Nothing to lose, I don't gotta prove diddly squat
This is for Biggie and Pac, one LJ baby
Thinking I'm high grade, fuck you, pay me
And now I'm passive, don't wanna be cursing
But you made up man, don't wanna be person
Too many cuts, we gonna need surgeons
We riding to the death, we gonna need hearses
Top spot, got my eye on that, I got the first on deck like the try-on track
'Cause I bomb so atomic, I'm putting my fam on
Till the whole room spinning, I'm gonna vomit
Motion sickness, too many moves made, get off my Kool-Aid player, I rock
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I ain't trying to do the humpty dance
I'm a rock star, give me drunkee fans
And you ask why I rock out and shout shit
Too much power, not enough outlets
Me and Mace King go back like Forrest and Bubba
Though we ain't brothers, got it? What he say? Man I'm on it
Kane got a blade like clock work orange
Forget about these mixtapes from these two faces
They don't drop jewels, they drop money and Jew cases
Come on son, who's time are you wasting?
Taking the cash just to have a huge bracelet, you don't move me one Iota
You chicken noodle soup on the side with a soda
You bumping to a dime or you die just to know her?
But she's a fan, she's dying to come over little soldier
[Hook]
More lyrics:
[Hook:]
I'm shining man, I got a lot of flavor
I got a lot of fans, I got a lot of haters
Don't got a lot of time, don't wanna be a player
'Cause this game so cold and you know I'm shining man
I got a lot of flavor, I got a lot of fans
I got a lot of haters, don't got a lot of time
Don't wanna be a player 'cause this game so cold
[Verse 1:]
That local only crowd acting like they know me now
I've already passed that stage, welcome to the bonus round
See, I'm just stacking up them points for my high score
These rhyming dinosaurs riding 'round in eyesores
But I soar become what you hear 'cause you don't even need 'em out
Now watch me weed 'em out, I got my garden sheers, I got my hands dirty
Yes I'm the hardest here now bring out the band for me
I'm about to rock out like it's '99, labels wanna sign me, fine
Swagger drey and mighty eye, watch me redefine the grind
Simply went in search for the best production that I could find
Spibble this ticket, most disgusting lyrics I have designed
Teaching 'em how to fear, look around like now we here
Beat the beat like house of fear, reach my peak like mountain ears
First your eyes, now your ears, now your wallet, then your soul
Telling friends ain't optional, new version of rock and roll
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Back when I was Indy, I just wanted to be major
I bet when I am major, I will want to become bigger
Haters gonna treat me like the one that got away
I just want my microphone to be famous as vinyl shades
'Cause when I get to rapping, I'm like Dr. Manhattan
I make a world outta dust kinda like an attic
I make something from nothing but I'm still cumbersome
'Cause in the perfect world, M.L.P would be number one
I let the drummer drum, I let the lead play, I let the beat breath
I'm feeling me today, I let 9th talk, bottom of the 9th walk
No fathers to my style, this came up off the sidewalk
Like I pop a wheelie, even your mama feel me
Dirty as Acchianeli, living like Machiavelli
Apparently I'm dead but nobody stopped to tell me
So I'm a keep on living it up 'cause...
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I'm shining, I'm glistening
I've been dropping jewels since metaphors was the in-thing
And even when it went out, I still pulled my pen out
And hit the open mics until the club to told me to get out
I was dues paying, now I'm Bobby Vujaying
All these rappers fake here, they tupeeing
And we wonder why pause is the new saying
'Cause these brothers funnier than two Wayans
I ain't about jokes, I'm stone-faced
I'm doing 90 on a backstreet with no brakes
You eating up my time, I'm throwing peace in your face
If you a business man, be brief with your case
I'm five seconds from fame, a minute from legendary
An hour from making my life sweeter than Ben and Jerry's
I'm 'bout to live forever like the flame song
People used to say my name wrong, now
[Hook:]
Run-run-run away, lost-lost-lost my mind
Want you to stay, want you to be my prize
Run-run-run away, lost-lost-lost my mind
Want you to stay, want you to be my prize
[Verse 1:]
And now you standing there, holding out our promise ring
You're crying but you feeling not a thing
'Cause it dawned on you like a new day that your man's not a king
He a parasite and your life's really got up in
And all you got is him but he got everybody
You a working woman and he a busy body
You had big dreams but he had a little hobby
And you had the feeling you could change a nigga city probably
And now here we are, dinner table flipped
Cell phone open, text message six,
On the floor like the tell tale heart
She ask do I wanna be this? I'm like oh hell start
'Cause I'm at the point of giving in so we can begin again
Fresher than the prince in them Bel-Air parks
But I can tell by the look that I get from her eyes
I took everything she had and now she empty inside
I try to reverse roles, if it was me in her place
I'd be putting someone in hearse mode and I don't feel like a stranger
She looking at me like I raped her, all of the sudden
The memory of what I used to be drifting through the air like a vapor
And it breaks her, she don't got nowhere to go
We don't even know the neighbors so I tell her...
[Hook:]
Run-run-run away, lost-lost-lost my mind
Want you to stay, want you to be my prize
Run-run-run away, lost-lost-lost my mind
Want you to stay, want you to be my prize
[Verse 2:]
But I was never one to fight but we would argue
How I would never be the type of guy that her mother likes
So what do I do? Go and prove her mother right?
I'm too embarrassed, I don't even want the rights
Show up at her door with flowers like poor Nate
What I do? And then I'm blocked at the doorway
I could see her in the kitchen with her head down
Wishing she could put it all behind her and call me
We was too close and it's been too long
And the memory of what we had is too strong
She had some genuine feelings but they was used wrong
And now the only decent thing to do is move on, as she watched me
It took her every ounce of willpower not to stop me
And accept my apology, all of a sudden, heard some footsteps from behind me
Think she wanted to hold me but she only told me...
[Hook:]
Run-run-run away, lost-lost-lost my mind
Want you to stay, want you to be my prize
Run-run-run away, lost-lost-lost my mind
Want you to stay, want you to be my prize
Run away, run away, run away
Run away, run away, run away
Run away, run away, run away
Can't afford a Maybach, can't afford to quit
Telling me who I signed like you aren't telling me shit
I gone too far, now I'm part of the horizon
Rappers run shit, just wait till I start flying
I'm jumping off the ledge with my arms out
I'm not scared of the drop, know what I'm talking about?
See me in the air and pledge allegiance
These legends looking at me like thank you Jesus
Off co-signs and loans, I could find a home
J. League made a crown and designed a throne
We both up and comers but y'all sleeping in musician shit
My first album gonna be some real musician shit
Benny and the Jets, y'all still in 16's, y'all ain't ready for me yet
I'm a do a 32 with a 20 bar intro, check your parents' vinyls
Find out what I'm into, I refuse to chuck and job
I refuse to minstrel, got nothing to be neat about, let me keep it simple
People wondering if I'm that bad on the mic
You wanna know? Go and ask Kalil, Cannon and Night
And then go and pour a little Moward for these dead poets
I got these critics raving, I Edgar Allen Poe it
There are some things that money can't buy
And not a guest in your ear but respect from your peers
And I'm standing on the start of something great
So if you think I don't deserve the fortune, come debate
And tell me how your man got a tape and his flow is the best you've seen
It keep you high like it get you green, if you think 4: 57's pleasant
And I was representing, just wait until my next two things
I got to do it with a legend and a picture in my mag
Soon as you make comparisons, I switch it on your ass
Who I sound like today? Eenie-meanie-minee-mo
I got presents like X-Mas, I'm the shit, Heidi ho
I don't know any living human being breathing oxygen
And put it on the line and have his shine be a constant thing
Because my money on my mind and these shawties wanna back it up
Because I'm on my grind, when inspiration hit me
I get rich or die trying, 50, I been dope since I was writing squigglies
Could never form a sentence, I was never on my period
Was always told stop but I was never hearing it
I tuned 'em out, I was writing so severe, kinda like a yacht
Too pricy for my peers, I made 'em all believers through radio receivers
My skill was never ever debated on my features
I'm a sure bet 'cause one line did 'em all, rest in peace Punisher
My one mic will settle scores, bars like javelins
Criticize never more, opportunity's hammering
Think I need to get the door 'cause y'all Batman and I'm Rawshack
When Laws on, think pardon John four track
The kid's got variety like all that, sicker than a bald cat
Overgrown ball cap, hospital gown, get well soon balloons
But on a lighter note like the room's getting smaller
Maybe I'm getting bigger, took over the net in two months
How you figure? Got these other spitters barely hanging on
Like the clothes of a wigger and my live show crowd throwing bows in the
Center
I'm calling up my mother, she knows her son is a winner
Telling me to change the world but be home for your dinner
And rap was my lady but she would never take it slow
Well now she needs saving, well I'm not Captain Save A Ho
So if I switch, you know I did it on purpose
[Feat. Jay Rock]
[Hook:]
They think I'm doing this just for fun
I'm going in, I wanna be number one
Two's a bad look and one I want
I'm such a G, I wanna be number one
They think I'm doing this just for fun
I'm going in, I wanna be number one
Two's a bad look and one I want
I'm such a G, I wanna be number one
[Verse 1: Laws]
Ay, I don't want the responsibility
I'm saving a dying culture from all the philistines
And still it seems I'm a have to be the party stopper
They say that once you in the zone, then it's hard to stop [x3]
[X2]
I'm a A class, ahead of my peers
I'm near the next weight class, I'm aiming for them harder boxers
I used to live in debt, now I resurrect the game
Till we all the living dead, deadly as a cigarette
Smoking all the Nicorette's, poking out ya shirt sleeve
These are my trophies, I deserve these
I bet my life savings if you heard me before your current favorite rapper
You dissing 'em and you encourage me
Despite my proper way of speaking, I'm feeling prejudice currently
'Cause Laws brown like MIRF so I gotta be number one off my etiquette
Parade with confetti through the land of the confederates
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Jay Rock]
Look, I'm number one, zero don't count
Dracula when I bite into this bitch, you see the blood come
I'm on one, you whack rappers are on two
Motherfucker yeah I said it so what you gon' do?
My city, I'm the one in the town
I'm the king, matter of fact, I'm loving the crown
Nigga is top dog, we the best is the pound
West Coast motherfucker, know you loving the sound
Now number one that I am, hit your town
Take your bitch down up in the hot air
You see some ranches, know that I pull my bulls out
Keep heavy metal like Uncle Jesse from Full House
A train on tracks, I'm heavy on fire,
I'm too dope for y'all so don't try it
I ain't the one to be dissing, if I'm the one that you dissing
You gonna be missing with them vicious, nigga I'm the one
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Laws]
I want my mama watching TV and seeing me dressed up
Living out my dreams, looking so clean in my pressed tux
And to make it happen, I'll keep on beating the rest up
Overeating like I'm dreaming of being the next pun
Or is it the first Laws rather be a trendsetter
Thinking you a boss 'cause you people steady spend cheddar
The way you fake cats steady put on an act
I'm a have to put on a mask and be rap's V for Vendetta
You so scary that you scare me to sleep
My voice high, making any comparisons is weak
The second after I drop, I hope your carelessness will cease
'Cause you'll have to run it back and start comparing them to me
I wonder if you got a friend that's not enibriated
I'm the best period, your plans just got abbreviated
For anybody that does not know me as Laws
Yeah, live and direct, break it down, roll it up like here, try this
No time to side-step, drunks like whipped crack, staying present
Me and Paul like a lit match made in Heaven, flow so poetic
This is for the ages, kids who reckless, get 'em on stages
I'm taking mental inventory of these haters
What happens in my brain stays in it like Vegas, I ain't playing kid
This is no hobby, y'all ain't trying to hurt nobody like playing kid
The word got around about this amazing kid, when his flow spark
It get darker than an Asian wig, aye man, aye I like that guitar man
Lemme get a little bit of reverb,
Yeah-yeah, that's what I'm saying fam
They want me to simultaneously be the savior and make 'em dance
In the meantime, gotta make a band
I'm a have to be more secure than Jenna Jameson's man
Pack a beast too big for the cages,
Rhymes like birthdays 'cause they for the ages
Ain't this hip-hop's time of hysteria?
I'll carry the torch like momma miss America
Industry an undertaker, it just wanna bury you
Got a lot of toys but a doll wanna share with you, God bless America
Sending poor to fight but when they get home,
They don't wanna take care of you
Aw man, why it go and get political? They just wanna dance
Give 'em something for the stripper hoes,
Guess that's the game on the path of fame
Break the ozone and make it acid rain, put myself in a position
Where I can save the children but I don't know if anybody gonna listen
The kids is all 106ing, on the block pitching, on the phone bitching
Filling up radio request lines, well wait, are you kidding?
You wanna hear a song called Fry That Chicken?
Man I been saying that this mess has to stop
I'm back like high top fades, I'm back like Jay every Summer
I'm backed up, someone call the plumber
Wait, too much shit out my mind
Moving so much dope, feeling like a drug runner
And the studio my trap house so I'm gunning for the rats now
I'm cleaning the white rugs, I'm black tide
With the American psycho kitchen, you feel me?
I'm on stainless steel everything
I want you to shine when you step in my spot homeboy
Ay yo Cannon, I take a little Vay-Cay since my last time
But I'm well rested and I'm ready for war, tell me when to go
See, I gained something with the first go 'round
John Hancock script cursive style, I ain't doing this to be versatile
This is me, every word and vowel
Which regular to me is groundbreaking to others
I signed a little contract, got a little butter
You rocked a few shows and you met a few cut-ups
I'm trying to meet Rosen and leaving with a stud-up
Mr. Costa, meet the kid that nearly missed a foster home in South America
Thanks to some selfless acts, now he spits proper and eat shrimp and pasta
Hip-Hop, what you miss I got ya, here's another free disc to rock to
These cats softer than Charmin, you thinking I'm Garmin
Right when the kid re-route ya, you want that good-good?
Then stay course, I'm a dial up, what you need me for?
Haters always find something to hate on as my album find something to break
Most personalities but I done guessed 'em, most punch lines over techno
Most modern but I'm still retro, do I got this? I guess so
They say I'm in the position that someone will kill for
But I was once one of the ones who killed for
So coming from the stands, I feel the pain
Since I got some recognition, I don't feel the same
Normally I say that the industry is still to blame
But I'm a part of it now and I'm still flames and they still lame
They got every lines but a nigga still vain, using my still brain
I only want one thing and it's still fame
I wanna picture it and live it in a still frame
They don't got no heart so they don't feel pain
But I bleed when I make a track, I ride with my mic and my naked back
You took my art form, I'm a take it back
No hate, just gotta terminate that ass
See I came from the future to change the past and I'm here so get used to
[Feat. Mason Caine]
[Verse 1: Mason Caine]
They wanna knock my hustle, that's my million dollar baby
I use my mental muscle like I'm Russell in the 80's
You can bet I'm crazy, I'm a savage from my check
My new bitch got her ex-nigga tatted on her neck
But she rata-tat, tat 'em till they whack
She told me fuck a hater, middle finger to the death, to the left
Call me money making Mitch and my money getting rich
I put them dummies in your tummy if you running with a snitch
They wanna knock my Nino, De Niro, Pacino
Take down what I've built and blow up my casinos
I'm knocking where the talcum be, X, I'm like Malcolm be
Higher than a balcony with a jump off,
Finna jump off and touch a falcon wing
You hustle small, you're at a amidst
My hustle tall, Bill Russell and I'm very adamant
Hustle in, hustle out, duffles in, duffles out
Blood stains in the back seat, gotta buff 'em out
[Hook:]
Gotta get it, get it till it's all gone
Believe me when I say that it's on, you can't knock the hustle
You get it in, I'm the one you call on
Moving through the night till it's done, you can't knock the hustle
Every day and night, it's hustle, only way to life is hustle
Say what you want about me but you can't knock the hustle
Every day and night, it's hustle, only way to life is hustle
Say what you want about me but you can't knock the hustle
[Verse 2: Laws]
Used to think that I could get my deal and let my dollars circulate
Sort of rise and fall, then I realized that it ain't worth the hate
Now I'm treating hate like the raven, never more
I work my fingers to the bone, Skeletor
I pick the mic up and settle scores and my fans like the tee birds
They singing tell me more, tell me more
As soon I enter the door, I say you'll never get me a tour
Listen, I'm getting five bill, real recognize real like I feel like I been
Here before
I'm a worker but call me the boss, gully of course
If you are claiming, don't tuck in your bling
We'll recycle the chain, now hustle the cross
Toughen up dog, another hit single, you buy one again
This is a stick up dedicated to all the broke rappers sitting five in the
Trying to win, if you pop a city, we'll let you rebuild and we riot again
Don't try to compete, just admire the man
We kinda wake up right at 9 A.M, then hustle our products till 9 P.M
And write the whole night about our obvious struggle
It's not a secret y'all got in some trouble
Letting the young in the height of this rumble, start knocking the hustle
[Hook:]
Gotta get it, get it till it's all gone
Believe me when I say that it's on, you can't knock the hustle
You get it in, I'm the one you call on
Moving through the night till it's done, you can't knock the hustle
Every day and night, it's hustle, only way to life is hustle
Say what you want about me but you can't knock the hustle
Every day and night, it's hustle, only way to life is hustle
[Hook: Laws & Cyhi Da Prynce]
(It's my honor)
To be in front of crowds, and everybody knows your name
(It's my honor)
To see the people smile, bringing good music back to the game
(It's my honor)
I wanna see the fans go wild
I wanna see your hands in the clouds
(It's my honor)
I wanna see the fans go wild
(It's my honor)
I wanna see your hands in the clouds
(It's my honor)
[Verse 1: Cyhi Da Prynce]
Hello everybody, can I kick a flow or two?
You wanna hear some shit I wrote inside the vocal booth?
Went from a local booth, trapping off of my Mobile Boost
From being booed in Brooklyn, now the screams uncontrollable
I am so the truth with these notable quotables
But they could've have brought anybody to come do a show for you
Not like that I'm the only artist that the promoter knew
They asked me how did I get noticed when no one promoted you (ha)
Man, the fans is who I owe it to, fans win the show for you
Laying in Japan, well the plan is to be global fool
When you Universal it's hard for these record executives not to Tommy Mottola you
It's cool when they tell me ain't nobody cold as you
They'll even load a gun and go to war for you
I told Mercedes, when you in a Benz it's always a Toyota Corolla that wanna come total you
So my appearance is a humble and experienced
Put the album out myself, shorty, I don't need a clearance
Trying to block my route, dawg, we call that interference
Ain't nothing like the feeling of a crowd when they cheering
Shouts out to all the baby mommas and they children
All the hip-hopers and the ballers in the building (ha)
So thanks for letting me live my dreams
So before I leave the stage, shorty, let me hear you scream
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Laws]
Two finger salute
It's hard to see the song from the booth
I used to daydream, visions of me sitting in the coupe
So they bout to call me Twista how I'm ripping off the roof
We're no longer in Kansas
How do you paint when there's no longer a canvas
The fans make it for you when they putting they hands up
I'm feeling so high the camera can't even pan up
So stand up, put your hands up, if I'm next up
I don't use gimmicks, I don't play dress up, so 'fess up
There's a reason they think of me as Superman
I've got these people singing my praises like Luther Van'
We go to studios just to play who's a fan
I got these other rappers shopping for some moving vans
I'm having dreams of the days when I used to plan
Don't wanna be a star, but I could use the fans
Yea, yea, you need to give me that
I'm bout to give you hits till you wanna hit me back
And from the jump I had power like Mario
Cause I'm the triple crown, and they the merry-go- (round)
And it don't get better than some high school losers with your stickers on the stereos (now)
They the ones that take a close look
And keep writing 'Laws' all up in they notebooks
[Verse 1: Emilio Rojas]
I'm the spitter they considered inconsiderate
The one and illegitimate son of that fucking immigrant
Just running like a sprinter
From all the responsibilities they've given him
I'm different
I keep them coming back like a recidivist
Hitting them and showing them
The difference of pussy whipped and pistol whipped
And I'm sticking to my guns just like a pistol grip, listen
When I tell you "eat a dick" I'm a nutritionist
Listen bitches, it's Emilio the flow-er
And I'm ripping it, you're sick of it
My living is trash
Vision as vivid as tripping on acid
Addicted to death
Men will be running your body and sifting the ashes
The one that I sex
Can't even learn her Pilates and other advances
Running up in 'em and then they be dashing
When I be finishing up with the smashing
Never been giving the government taxes
None of my Benjamin's, none of my Jackson's
So they'll be sitting the kid on a pedestal
One of the generals up in this rap shit
That's it; the fuck you want me to say?
Y'all never shutting nothing down, you like Guantanamo Bay
I tell 'em
[Hook: Laws]
Ay yo, I don't got time to play so
I'm waiting on your say so
You know I'll hold you down (I'll hold you down)
And y'all got me like ay yo, what more can I say though
I been like this since a day old
Watch me hold you down (I'll hold you down)
[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
Who would have thought it, southern Nas on the rise
Muddy water flow, I'm cat fish deep fried
Looking down from the old school drop-top
In this game of life I call my whip the sky box
High enough to kick moon rocks
I'm on some tell-it-all shit like the Boondocks
Cause I'm serving what you need for a fee
I got that dumb packs
Some shit that you can't get up off these streets
So why not come back?
Call it K.R.I.T crack
Never fold I stand behind it
Like GMC, my type of chi you'll never find it
Even when I'm in a grave they'll still try to sign me
Cause I embody the very spirit of an iron giant
Prime example when the stars align
Universe unravel just so God can say he co-sign
A new breed of rapper, a little rough around the edges
But in due time, I'll fix what we neglected
Cause I can hold you down
[Hook: Laws]
Ay yo, I don't got time to play so
I'm waiting on your say so
You know I'll hold you down (I'll hold you down)
And y'all got me like ay yo, what more can I say though
I been like this since a day old
Watch me hold you down (I'll hold you down)
[Verse 3: Laws]
My jeans ain't getting no tighter
My competition spotlight ain't getting no brighter
I'm still a sarcastic Brazilian bastard
Who's piece of the pie's thicker than Sicilian
Biggest star coming from the island since Gilligan
Imprisoned murderer who only wants to kill again
Haters getting lazy, comparing me to Eminem
Eh, not quite, I'm just the sickest ever since
You ain't hip hop, you a ballad from Evanescence
I'm a snap and get up in some four element shit
Break you off while you dance
Scratch your face up, tag your place up
Wrap you from the waist up
Bury you alive, on that Biggie and Pac shit
Forget this backpack, just give me the Glock kid
Aim it right at Solar's face when I pull it
And right "truly yours" from Guru on the bullet
"Now if I pull the trigger on these fully loaded lines
You gonna wish I pulled a black nine"
[Hook: Laws]
Ay yo, I don't got time to play so
I'm waiting on your say so
You know I'll hold you down (I'll hold you down)
And y'all got me like ay yo, what more can I say though
I been like this since a day old
[Verse 1: Laws]
On ya, I'm styling, I'm plainly wilding
Like casting a ballot for Cheney and Palin
Get up in a chick's life like I'm Prince Valiant
Break her down till she can't sleep without the Valium
Rhyming only when the cameras come
I'm a boss, M. Bison and Ganon in one
I write my life story and be everyone's idol
But what's the point? We already got one bible
Shout out to Lennon, my sound not dependent
On what they did yesterday, I'm not remembering
You wanna take it back? Well I'm good
My backpack got an axe to cut my own path through the woods
As long as that's understood, we can sit straight
I just changed my life off a free mixtape, let these kids hate
I let the drummer drum, me and the beat going one on one
[Hook]
You got me like ay yo, I don't got time to play so
I'm waiting on your say so you know I'll hold you down
And y'all got me like ay yo, what more can I say though?
I been like this a day old, watch me hold you down
[Verse 2: Laws]
I'm a bull off the reigns, hype like the wolves
As they aiming to pull off your chain
But if you think I think jewelry's fake, well then you way off
I gotta enough charm that Jacob can take a day off
All I do is take charge and make songs
And I got a modern play list without the radio station paid off
Your buzz kinda like Webster, it couldn't grow
How does it feel to sell your soul 'cause I wouldn't know?
Yeah, that check's nice but you need to put in O's
Six for example and I think we might be good to go
Maybe I can make it work, maybe I can flip the script
Maybe I can be the best, maybe I can give a shit
Maybe rap's finished and I ain't trying to resurrect
Maybe I'm a zombie, give me brains to the death
From B-Boys and windmills to decoys and cheap thrills, destroy and rebuild
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Laws]
I'll hold you down about to rap's go to sound
Your manager gonna grow two towels and these kids sleeping on me
First period, homeroom style, this is serious, don't you smile
I'm a show you how to rap rough but be friendly, what do it mean?
My fans shocked 'cause they like me as a human being
I gotta stand out, me being a new MC
So I could bring the game to it's knees, true indeed
You would be honored just to make my acquaintance
I been exercising my patience and my patience so strong
When I say I've been patiently waiting that the game could take a vacation
I'll support y'all, watch me strong arm all these fakers that's hating
With a style so secret like I take out the Masons
See, my sound so sweet and my grace is amazing
Rap charity, making donations
[Verse 1:]
I'm writing my album in Atlanta
Just finished tearing a house down in Tampa
These newscasters saying my dirty laundry filling up hampers
I keep filling up stangers with feelings of satisfaction and anticipation
Like every Laws man, can't keep 'em waiting
But in the meanwhile, I just touched down like a pedophile
Too soon? I think not, this is so much more than hip-hop
This is my big shot, yeah, know this is
I ain't a show business but you better show some...
Spinning lime backwards when the wifey here
And she my hypest critic, I really want her to like my lyrics
I know I might lose if my range isn't broad
But I did it last time, it got me this far
And the past wasn't living to the fullest, life set me free like a bullet
No Cobain, my style is so propane, so I'm going for the Grammy
I'm going for the Pulitzer, might as well throw me the Nobel
I'm still swinging, I ain't hear no bell, I'm so I'll
But I have no patience, waiting is aggravating
I'm trying to have them saying...
[Hook:]
This is like a flashback, this is like a dream
This is like all the things you can take inside a memory
This is like a flashback, this is like a dream
This is like all the things you can take inside a memory
This is like a flashback
[Verse 2:]
I'm writing my memoirs in Cairo by the pyramids
Life like a slideshow, back home, more clowns than a sideshow
I'm trying to do this for my mother like psycho
They ask me if I'm ever quitting on the mic though
I tell 'em yes, then I tell 'em sike, no
Too many people still confusing me with my clones
So until my record spinning like a cyclone
I'm a go with kai flows, no mercy, walking the green mile, no Percy
I'm at my late spot, they trying to irk me
I'm saying this is a celebration, Charlie Murphy
And if you look like you lean, I got a bodyguard that look like Blade
I'm walking past the hate, hating is aggravating
I'm trying to have them saying...
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I don't care if I'm keeping it real to you and I
I'm keeping it real to someone so if you digging up my vibe
Then I'm 2Pac, I'm true to me so what more could you want from...
A rapper in this modern age, don't let me be the special one that got away
My flow is crack nigga, fiend, put the rock away
Not one to fold, that is a rule I can not obey
Because I'm hot today, don't care if tomorrow is a blizzard
With thirty inches, I'm chilling 'cause I got my sleigh
I over prepare, I'm putting on a show even if no one is there
Janitor folding up chairs and he bobbing his head
And I'm giving him daps, all I got is my life story and I'm giving him that
I got his hands raising like a pastor praying
I'm trying to have them saying...
[Hook: Dark Fantasy]
Can we get much higher? So high oh
Can we get much higher? So high oh
[Laws/Dark Fantasy:]
I body everything but do you even deserve it?
I was in this on a month ago, you should of heard it
Fuck the industry 'cause they're gonna pull strings
Whether I'm calm or I got marijuana mood swings
I know secrets, Dan Brown, you diss me at my show, man down
Rappers, liars, pregnant baby mamas
Hype men speaking through the wire to the coppers
You all liars, you all talk extra, my show fire, boardwalk Dexter
I'm in investment but no longer stocking
I need refreshments, I'm going to the lobby
You wanna take my path but no, you are not me
Hold your fucking horses up, Wakeem Wasabi
My mind is a pyramid, no Illuminati
I'm talking more Silent Hill, witch sharp silent drills, what?
Can we get much higher? So high oh
Doomsday-Doomsday went and killed your Superman
Hoes in his red cape, Lois Lane, red face
Around my hometown, so many people know how meth taste
Fiends on my glass pipe 'cause I got the best tate
As soon as I join the game, headshot, spectate
Wanna try again? Take your best shot, let's wait
Nothing? I motherfucking thought so
I'm a spit fire at ya ice, let it thaw slow
Stopped at your girl's crib when I was tour though
Word of advice, don't even knock if the door closed
I pick her up and all she do is twirl, find me at the gym, all I do is curls
She want diamonds on her neck but all I do is pearls
And I lose my memory like I never knew the girl
I think I got amnesia, fuck smoking, somebody light the trees up
Can we get much higher? So high oh
[Laws/Gorgeous:]
I wanna take every whack rapper, shoot 'em in the face
Bury them while they still breathing, it's killing season
I'm tripping, they wanna mention Dillon and he raps like Pippen
Nobody talked about him until he passed but I'm different
Wake up and do some suicide drills
Got your favorite new rappers taking suicide pills
I got too much heart for your thin chest
I'm based as a motherfucker, no princess
Chicks on me 'cause I look like reggaeton
Keep your sandbox punk, I'm a play along
Grass roots, I did it by the book
I'm a build my own castle and fill it up with crooks
King, chicks, I had to put weight down
My team members doing leg work, James Brown
I got sold and I'm super bad
I will fuck your wife and raise your kids like Super-Dad
Ha-ha, now who's up for the theme park?
I want the whole pie, I don't wanna see charts
We had some D.C rallies but we didn't bang
Tea party in the clan like Yin and Yang, Tricknology, wake your ass up
Hear 'em while they eat the record labels, straight to cash up
If you love real rap, you should raise your glass up
See, I flunked a couple times but I made the class up
Save Hip-Hop but you the enemy, you feel each other too much, MMA
It's all jokes until my animals kill y'all
I'm a mix of Louie Anderson and Anderson Silva
My first mixtape, priceless, you make me wanna do another one, night shift
I make the freaks come out on that night shit
And beat the daylights outta them with my night stick
[Hook: Gorgeous]
Ain't no question if I want it, I need it
I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying
[Intro:]
Nice skirt, back at it, Calvin Harris, do it
[Verse 1: Laws]
Lemme design your fashion
Change gears till your eyes is matching
Go hard till I'm your passion
These others chicks thinking that they minds is gassed up
Yeah, I rhyme up with whatever
Swing by the crib, we can fuck or whatever
We can crush but you gotta get some colors on
Heart body, get your colors on
[Verse 2: Calvin Harris]
Now I don't care what you dress like or what you wear
But please make sure baby, you've got some colors in there
Now it's all very well stepping out in black and white
But you're no girlfriend of mine if you're doing that right
Now I don't care what you dress like or what you wear
But please make sure baby, you've got some colors in there
Now it's all very well stepping out in black and white
But you're no girlfriend of mine if you're doing that right
[Verse 3: Laws]
Lemme take you to my home, to my zone
To my bed, to the end and beginning of a friendship
You got me like what's your name? What's your size?
Are you mine? Are you some kind of black magic temptress?
I hope so 'cause my life's kind of ordinary
I need a woman, I've broken all sort of cherries
I need a tigress, I need a night prowler
I need a "Wanna try this? ", alright holler
I need a chick when I call, then she might follow
I got dope, if they raid, she might swallow
Don't be fronting mama, gonna bring some colors here
If your love is real, I might even scoop your mother
Yeah, I'm a underground buzz around, thunder sound
Cut you down, why you always sound like uh-uh-uh?
When you going down, going to town
Just deep breaths, start slowing it down, we got time ma
[Outro: Laws & Calvin Harris]
Get some colors on, we can crush but you gotta get some colors on
You heart body, go and get your colors on
Get some colors on, body paint, this is more than a cover song
I wrote this so you'll never want another song
Get some colors on, we can crush but you gotta get some colors on
You heart body, go and get your colors on
Get some colors on, body paint, this is more than a cover song
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