1. |
Intro
01:02
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I'm wanted for ransom
I shook hands with Manson
from the depths of hell I planned expansion
my mind grand like mansions
sixteen rooms, this cuisine food for thought takin' fools like bandits
should have known I was branded
like, damn, son could have figured that I damned em
like no chance for action
this mixtape is a mistake
for shit's sake, I been great
these piss stains don't explain
or express their mistakes, but I do
I'm suicidal with this bible
at my side like bridals in the mouth of my rivals
this is hip hop's revival
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2. |
Armageddon Ft. Lo'Key
03:02
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(Noa)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah let's get it (x3)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I got a hard beat to rap to
bitch, its the rapture
I don't think they factor in the fact that I'm a master
these dime a dozen rappers think they gettin' what they after
knowledge is my power and I'm tryin' to teach these bastards
how to live it
I'm livid
I think they see me lifted
I'm far beyond committed
and I'm so beyond this bitch shit
I'm gifted
I'm mean I'm good
I mean I'm twisted
I mean I twist it
I mean I'm blowin' up my district
where the fuck you livin', huh?
I'm a good cat turned hood rat and i affirm my craft like roger that
(roger that)
I'm a commandant
all you privates out to fuck my fam
where you at i got you shittin' underpants
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah let's get it (x4)
(Lo'Key)
Look at em tryin' to catch the train, Amtrak
my forty acres wit a mule I demand that
slavin' for so long I deserve to get my land back
if it wasn't mine I'mma take it and wont hand it back
ransackin' my bedroom bout to blow up like a land mine
ran track for that cash flow makin bread on my deadline
I should see some fed time for killin' all these lames
shittin' on my enemies, make em feel the pain
say I'm outta my brain? nah
I'm stuck on my pivot
servin' food for thought and these dishes be exquisite
explicit
you don't realize who you dealin' with
a pair of young entrepreneurs who spit the realest shit
I pull the plug out, and make the game restart
lyrically I drop a hot deuce while your brain fart
no mistake I make em see that Lo' and Noa great
cause 2 B Determined predetermined to leave no debate
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah let's get it
(Noa)
they say that practice makes perfect?
well I must be perfect
cause I been puttin' in them hours like I must deserve it
its like I'm pushin' pounds out the block the way I serve it
its like I'm pullin' gats out the way I make em nervous
(Lo'Key)
tryin' to be observant? better make a purchase,
cause I leave em worthless with my verses
like it's my only purpose
and curse the day that I change up
the whole world will flip upside down and it'll rain up
(Noa)
pay up
its insane how we weigh up
breakin' bones with these flows gettin' they pain up
came up
in this game make no mistake I spit the flames but
deranged is the way of these lame fucks
(Lo'Key)
and its a shame cause I just broke the framin'
and I ain't even out the same door I came in
and when the story's said and told its amazin'
cause I leave the glory like the roof, shit is blazin'
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3. |
Red Dot Music
02:32
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aimin' down the barrel of a .45
point it at your family call it mortified
should've had your headquarters fortified
I'm takin' heads off now they horrified
thinkin' I wont pull this trigga?
bitch you must be snortin' lines
I'm a prophet mother fucka call me Mordecai
tried to buy a quarter, I was short a dime
so I sent the mother fucka up to soar the sky
I told em I was gonna get it, swore to God
but now I'm out for vengeance I want more this time
got em on the hit list. got it organized
couple goons ready to die so I got it formalized
bitch you cant touch me
told me hurry with the hits I said bitch don't rush me
push me mother fucker I said tempt me I'm itchin' to send the huskies
but look I got the people hands up to show they love me
liftin' up the colt and I'm on top like Tony Dungy
better fall back when I ransack and I take ya money
and take over this whole industry
but it wont mean nothing
if I bust a rhyme and get your shoulders dusty
don't I really get under ya skin tho?
burnin' up the sheet whenever I put my pen low
rhymin' like a fiend on the benzos
shootin' for the dream of burnin' out in an Enzo (Enzo)
I'm not even at my peak yet
let's reset
preachin' to the choir and I ain't even a priest yet
standin' with this mic and I ain't even take a seat yet
fuck what ya heard about ya boy I'm just a prefect
effect caused me to defect
out to get the message out but now I'm bout the precept
educated by the streets yes
but a reject
no where to go but the spot all of these rejects respect
top of the game
if he was here now would Pac be the same?
how many shots would remain
how many cops have we slain
how many miles have we crossed to get the spots out our name
if I took this spot would hip hop be the same?
huh? nah.
I don't think it would, but I surely would
use my talent for meaning and something good
either that or do the devils work, I'm so misunderstood
but I guess that's my calling since the day that I stood
up and took a stand for somethin'
I ain't become a man for nothin'
all the sacrifice I feel like the man is comin
man i must be buggin'
one time for the money though
red dot on the speaker bumpin' on the stereo
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(Noa)
uh
all hail Mr. lyrical
somethin' outta nothin' baby I'm performin' miracles
never was the type to budge, no you will not see me fold
well verse and rounded, I guess I'm just so spherical
verses so insane baby you could call them clinical
coppin' all these beats, consider me just a criminal
but I spit it better baby that is just so typical
syllables are my principle
killin' all these bitchin' hoes!
a visionary wit a vision
divisions from [in]cendiaries
I won't stop till I'm murdered and buried
'til then I'm burnin' Mary
ashes on the cherry
(drop) drop em on the weak and weary
put em in the cemetery
yeah
death to all these infidels
I wonder how they records sell
for me it's either death or jail
yeah
scrappin; in this octagon
Ramen noodle flow man I'm starvin' like it's ramadan
(Lo'Key)
so pay homage to the late bloomers
stayin' true to my craft so I don't have to wait soon enough
gettin' what I deserve true enough
and I gladly show you the difference between you and us
for starters, I never sold my soul for the gold
I'm out here payin' dues and I watch y'all skip the toll?
slow your roll
I'm spittin' for the duration of my life span
with this mic in hand you'll need a bible on your night stand
so pray for me the devil's tryin' to do away with me
but he can't cause I got a way with these words
convinced satan if he let me keep my body
I'll send him all these rappers treatin' hip hop as a hobby
cause I don't
compliant with the bullshit?
I won't
I'd rather sing for the moment
spit another quote
pockets screamin' I'm broke
but my spirit's feelin' richer than a bitch
so I'mma give the world my whole ass to kiss
(Tarek Mohamed)
one chance is all I need
Tarek Mohamed brand new to the scene
I stay gettin green
don't call me Charlie Sheen
I got a lot of friends but only got one team
why you hatin' on me now
I heard you sold your soul just to reach a fuckin' mil
you think this game is just a thrill
but I been workin' hard just to count a benji bill
it's that crazy part of my life
where I think back to what I could have done better with my life
what I do right
What I do wrong
do I hit the bitch
do I hit the bong
papa said never slap a bitch unless you in bed with a wrap on
now who's right, now who's wrong
my son Mike with the mac drawn
and Gavin got that red dot already aimed at your gavitron
what if rap was like a gateway to a good life
and all this shit rappers do isn't even done right?
(Noa)
I gas on the shit that you pass on
better get with the act, dog
I'm gettin' my mac on
you fuckin wouldn't last on the track that I spaz on
spastic with an acid rap
plastic when these rappers rap
in fact they ain't gon hold me back
from speakin' on that sarcastic crap
nah
in fact they all gon pile on me
walk a couple miles on me
fuck around then smile on me
all because I'm versatile, but never will they style on me
never turn that dial on me
now they all gon ride up on me
ridin' through the city like Diddy, no they ain't fuckin with me
tougher than a box of nails, call me Joey Diffie
I design a quip so gritty, all they do is shit they Dickies
dirt on my name I dust it off with a flow so pretty
I just greeted death with a handshake
came through with a mandate
and flattened dudes like pancakes
now I'm eatin' up my breakfast
Ramadan is over, now I'm goin' back for seconds
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(Noa)
one time like,
I got on a microphone
and I just kept goin' with it
so, shit, why stop now?
take a Paxil
keep ya ass still
you keep wobblin' all over as the track build
pick a lane and stay in it
my ink stainin' the brains of these kids like the tats that Lil Wayne did
I'm so broke I can't afford to stop
nope
it's too expensive
my intent is to be intense
it's too hard to explain
it's hard to contain
it's like deficit attention
whoops! I'm dyslexic
a menace just so pensive
the pen gets suspended
over the page and demands your attention
split up in six different directions
I keep killin' it with seven different dimensions
get your minds right gentlemen time to spark up
don't mind the melanin, boys i got my bars up
I'm so sick I need medicine time to barf up
a quick specimen of my rap to start up
quick pass over to Jesse with that rap lesson
show these adolescents
how a man expresses
his feelings and aggression
towards a bad impression
regainin' his footing and keepin' em all guessin'
mmm, yeah
guess I'm just so flavorful
no commodities I guess it's time to play the bull
these rappers say that they the best, but that's debatable
I'm perched in a spot forever unattainable
so you seein' that my plate is full?
don't come up to me with these bullshit invitationals
tryin' to get me on a track to get relational
just because we're local don't me we're relatable
that ain't no diss homie, that's explainable
I got these battle binders, with the pages full
that means that any rapper steppin up is plate-able
and I'mma eat em like a pizza makin' lunchable
uh
so I guess I'mma be here a while
yeah
takin' the hate with a wink and a smile
uh
cause these haters ain't bringin' me down
they boostin' me up
and I love that I'm seein' em frown
(Chorus)
I know I can't afford to stop
woah I know
that it's too soon
to forget
(Jesse Kaos)
I fan flames on em downrange I'm trigger happy
I can't stand all these mood swings the flabbergast me
my name reigns like I'm Bruce Wayne, the local savage
a food chain is a cruel place for cul de sacers
uh
we're big fish in a small pond
the food's scarce and I do fear that it's all gone
the mood's tense and I do sense that it's all wrong
I picture pistols and do stress that they all drawn
uh
stop, watch the reaction happen
a bad habit just formed after the madness happened
my plans changed when I saw strange interactions happen
a man chained to a small brain and a baby rattle
uh I write lyrics and jock flows
uh
I cop A's and drive home
I throw trees and ho heev the bo zos
I flow free, but fuck leavin' the dojo
I blow knees and choke theives for no dough
I low key and proceed to blow 'dro
and roll p's in old jeans and old coats
a dope fiend these folks see, a cold joke
uh
but get your mind right
even the richest man suffers in the lime light
I wicked plan to bluff em 'til the time right
and rip gravs and puff pass to my right
(Chorus fades)
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6. |
Scriptures
02:23
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look what I became
the second time around
some say I changed, but I guess I'm 'bout the science now
misguided by the one who said he got it down
now I'm stuck in alliance wit a more defiant sound
I forgotten how the kindness sound
tryin' to find asylum in a better climate now
tryin' to be a better man, but I'm gifted with blindness
how the fuck can I say that I'm given better guidance now
I fall to my knees, 'cause I know I'm diseased
I'm defeated with ease, this is my season to be
I got a little bit more room to breathe
but y'all don't know nothin' bout me
I been through the ringer
middle finger to the ones that doubt me
nothin' but demons surround me
and I'm comforted by the people that I got around me
that's why I'm cool with all the bullshit (bullshit)
all this blood around me start to pool and (pool and)
I know that I'm stupid and I'm foolish (foolish)
walkin' down the path with all these ghouls and (ghouls and)
I ain't got no brains from all the schoolin' (schoolin')
but I got a soul, so I put in in my music
use it as a blueprint
solvin' all my problems like a Rubik's (Rubik's)
life ain't got no rubric
Binghamton, ya heard me
city on my back like a mother fuckin' jersey
showin' em no mercy
spit it 'til I'm thirty, either that or 'til I die, 'cause I know I'm goin' early
readjusted my target
I been shootin' at carcasses
layin' in a casket I don't fuck around with marksmanship
constant with this heartless shit
constant with the harder shit
product of my hardships
I don't know what harmless is
prince of the city man I'm back up on my carpet shit
no mistakes mother fucker, back up on my flawless shit
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7. |
Dear Diary Ft. EricLifee
04:05
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(Noa)
daddy came home late smellin' like liquor
looked my momma in the face right before he hit her
see, his reasonin' was that he was weakinin' cause he couldn't dick her,
but his dick was in another bitch's zipper
so I ran away from home
momma on the phone
wonder where I gone
told her I couldn't come home
said I couldn't bear to see him be unfaithful
she ignored me and told me she need her little angel
but I ain't no angel
told her that I hid a glock under the table
said to use it when that fucker started gettin' playful
she said that's not how I raised you
let her know I loved her before I hung up the payphone
then went on my way with my clothes in a backpack
cold in a knapsack
sleepin' on the floor outside some home with a crack addict
tryin' to kick the habit
but I'm livin' like a savage
all because my fuckin father couldn't keep a fuckin' marriage
and a level head
I just want that devil dead
before he gets too influential and then settles in
but it's hard to understand
when you try to be the man
but you can't
cause you ran outta time like a minute hand
dear diary
gun is on the side of me
waitin' for the people that keepin' they eye on me
wolves don't know I got a lion inside of me
but they lyin', keep cryin' but showin' another side to society
same as my daddy dearest
fuck him, now he gotta fear it
I don't need no sob story, nah I don't wanna hear it
twenty years later, now you tryin' to be a fuckin parent
when this whole time you were sleepin' in a fuckin carriage
(EricLifee)
I done been to hell and back my nigga
fact my nigga, you don't know the half
shit ain't addin' up when i go to do the math
and I always wanted to pop cause I never met my dad
back then I was mad, now I could give two shits
money is the movement, niggas screamin' out RUTHLESS
back in my old town just to tie up some loose ends
all about the money, now I have something to prove them
yeah
and nowadays I keep a small circle
cause niggas never what they claim to be the shit is hurtful
don't know how much more I can take
nowadays I'm at the point where I can just look at you and tell if you're fake
real talk
niggas used to post up on the block, not post a status
I feel like I'm surrounded by a bunch of movie actors
and I been focused on a bunch of shit that doesn't matter
and every time I let someone in it ends in disaster
but fuck it, gettin' cash is what's important
vivid fantasies of me pushin' an Aston Martin
not into beggin so I'll never ask to beg your pardon
you not built for certain shit you tryin' to get involved in
yeah
my suggestion is that you stop before some real niggas come through and start questionin' where your heart is
no need to question me because niggas know just where mine is
I show way too much love and I think that's what my problem is
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8. |
Interlude
01:23
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I rap nude in the studio
I bear it all
long hair, I swear. I don't care at all
thought food when I spew all these prayers for y'all
but I'm eatin' the beat hat snare and all
leave the drama for the kids day care and all
wasn't there for my fall?
when do I win I swear y'all won't be there at all
these days it's rare to find a rapper that actin' right
now its 'bout the money, not the flow. that's backwards, right?
I'm a rapper with an overactive bladder
cause I'm pissed that they slack when they grab the mic.
raw shit
no beef
no fake shit
no grief
all me
no thief
real rap
motif I swear
I'm too advanced for y'all
peace to Big L you ain't got a chance at all
I'm the first to throw fists and the last to fall
bring it on little bitch I'm a master called Kaz
one time for the parlor city
one time for the martyrs wit me
one shot to the mother fuckers out to get me
ridin' on the sidelines tryin' hard to kill me
bulletproof vest for the shots that hit me
spritzer on the rocks
80 proof vodka in me
dont start no shit
wont be no shit
cock the shit
no fear is in me
back wit a rap harder than traps
from the back seat baps
mother fuckers rock it wit me
I bet my life that I come correct
'til the day that the hip hop cop come gets me
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9. |
Wreckless Ft. Lo'Key
04:03
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(Noa)
yeah
yeah
Ted Bundy on teh beat mother fucker
I'm uh
a little ticked off
this mother fucker just won't shut up
I'mma make him shut up
ONE TIME FOR YOUR MOTHER FUCKIN'
It's cool, just say that you hate me
because, uh, lately the way that you been actin' is flakey
I don' want it to escalate, don't make me
because my vision for destruction lately's been HD
my back's against the wall
spread eagle on that shit just means that I don't feel at all
If you push me, then I'll push back, but don;t keep me in limbo
'cause if I get the feeling that you droppin' then I'll let you fall
aw
you don't wanna be enemies, 'cause then I'll write ten of these
and make the fact that you a bitch a center piece
destroy your company 'cause you prolly send em first and pay em to deal with me
but I got homies that'll take a bullet for no reason for me
you makin stories up outta memories, so lemme refresh em
you were the one that was drunk off of Hennessy
and made those stories up tryin to make a bitch outta me
now I've had enough
get on teh song and shut him up, but instead I heard he likes it rough
take it up the ass
If that ain't clever enough, then let's discuss
the stuff, the trust you broke then came runnin' back in disgust
and who greeted you? well I must have been off my rocker to bury the scruff
hindsight's 20/20
this is music mother fucker, I don't care about money
I don't care about honeys
this is beef, bitch
so, uh, nice to meet you
hi, my name's Ted Bundy
(Chorus)
(Lo'Key)
so here we go as I continue my onslaught
writin' like a titan and I think that my arm caught
fire 'cause the page is burnin' up in my palm, um
attention all rappers, y'all don't want none
(Noa)
so here we go as I continue my onslaught
writin' like a titan and I think that my arm caught
fire 'cause the page is burnin' up in my palm, um
attention all rappers, y'all don't want none
Yo, G
(Lo'Key)
wassup?
(Noa)
let em have it
(Lo'Key)
yeah
it's cool, go ahead and say that you hate G
wanna be a magazine critic and rate me?
so tell the source give me five mics
I come correct like the lightenin' and the thunder if you time it right
or is it thunder and lightenin'
alright, man, I started your career
it'll come to a slight end
frightenin' like you hear a voice in your head
I'm your conscious, make a wrong choice and you're dead
I'll give you more choices instead
like jump off a bridge or die slow from the poisonous lead
you try to disagree then I'mma point to your head
and say get him
call him a roach the way I clip him
speakin' of clips, I keep a couple goons that'll reach for that kaboom, it'll give you the shits
just look for my connect if you needin' a fix
and if you thin you need a moment, take a piece of the Twix
heh
you alright?
the break's over
a new emcee's with a new dynasty
but it ain't Jay Hova
and no, it ain't The Rock neither
I done took a long stroll around ya hood, and I ain't seen you on your block either
you are not street sayin' that you got heat
surroundin' your house
homie, you will not sleep
you on top, but your spot's weak
you like the OKC in the finals the way you got sweeped
(Chorus)
(Lo'Key)
so here we go as I continue my onslaught
writin' like a titan and I think that my arm caught
fire 'cause the page is burnin' up in my palm, um
attention all rappers, y'all don't want none
(Noa)
so here we go as I continue my onslaught
writin' like a titan and I think that my arm caught
fire 'cause the page is burnin' up in my palm, um
attention all rappers, y'all don't want none
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10. |
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(Chorus)
I'm high as a kite
I'm flyin' I might
just touch down in the middle of your town tonight
downtown uptown it don't matter I'm down, I'm survivin' the night
thanks to rhymin' it tight
and if you think that you would actually survive in a fight
well think again
'cause I been starvin' at night
coppin' bread out the palm of the mighty
I'm just callin' em flighty
not because they fly, but because they runnin' like Nike
(Lo'Key)
I'm high as I wanna be
fly as I'm gonna be
got a new trick under my sleeve
wanna see?
I'm on another streak
winning is too fun to me
beginning to tumble weed, and I'm only done with three
projects
stuck in the mindset
'cause I got my mind set
on ridin' nine jets
went from the projects to the suburbs
and how the hell I blew up so quick?
yeah, I know, it's unheard
and while y'all stuck on that one word
I'll be posted up on the block
blazin' some herb
fantasizin' about just livin' big
siblings situated, bought momma a crib
got my pops a house by the river and shit
and I got my girl 'bout to cook me dinner and shit
showin' you where I'm at with the bars that I give
meanwhile killin' flows for as long as I live
(Chorus)
I'm high as a kite
I'm flyin' I might
just touch down in the middle of your town tonight
downtown uptown it don't matter I'm down, I'm survivin' the night
thanks to rhymin' it tight
and if you think that you would actually survive in a fight
well think again
'cause I been starvin' at night
coppin' bread out the palm of the mighty
I'm just callin' em flighty
not because they fly, but because they runnin' like Nike
(Noa)
I put the strap on, get my gas on
passin' all these faggots as I get my laugh on
'bout to lap the last one
they up Shit's Creek without a paddle or a raft, awe
there's shit they don't understand though
how a man could go for broke
throwin' overhand throws, you don't understand Noa
I command quotas for my own persona
It's my wonderland, I expand supernovas
I just hope to cope with jokes thrown at Noa
before I open to dope worse than dope but no one
could ever own up
to makin' Noa choke
let's hope for the best
I'm goin' for broke
I awoke from this overdose
(Chorus)
I'm high as a kite
I'm flyin' I might
just touch down in the middle of your town tonight
downtown uptown it don't matter I'm down, I'm survivin' the night
thanks to rhymin' it tight
and if you think that you would actually survive in a fight
well think again
'cause I been starvin' at night
coppin' bread out the palm of the mighty
I'm just callin' em flighty
not because they fly, but because they runnin' like Nike
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11. |
Shot Caller
03:01
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(Chorus)
shorty got potential I could be her sponsor
met her back stage at a summer jam concert
hair like Rihanna shoe game was awesome
could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
wanna be with a baller shot caller (x2)
I used to live in Endicott, now I'm on the South side
I be runnin' through the streets, people got they mouth wide
beggin' for that loud pack, tryin' to get this Maybach
I'm just sick and tired of all the wait and all the set backs
tried to make an album
and wonder what the outcome
now I'm bumpin' anthems
tryin; to be a Malcom, no X
I profess I'm set up to blow next
no Rolex but I progress
remiss to say I'm possessed, but no less
I run it
that ain't no confession, a youngin' must be bluffin'
I put the mic down I new this oppression was comin
runnin' from nothin' but bummin' bout the shit I wasn't
for real, I'm hungry stuck with no meal, but
(Chorus)
shorty got potential I could be her sponsor
met her back stage at a summer jam concert
hair like Rihanna shoe game was awesome
could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
wanna be with a baller shot caller (x2)
(I said- I said-) I said I'm chasin' a dream
quarterback of the team
motivated by that Bugatti logo on the key
I said I'm chasin' a dream
quarterback of the team
motivated by that Bugatti logo on the key
blowin' all of these trees
gettin' high as a kite
I stay smokin' indo' 'til I'm lookin' Chinese
and try as I might, I don't think that I can
stay awake throughout the whole length of this flight
fuck around and catch a body when you fuckin' with Mike
and when I pick up the mic
the circuitry just ignite
here, take some advice
you can't pay the price of this shit I bag it up tight
stupid faggot, I'm nice
just because I'm a white
shit don't make no difference because I still spit it right
(Chorus)
shorty got potential I could be her sponsor
met her back stage at a summer jam concert
hair like Rihanna shoe game was awesome
could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
wanna be with a baller shot caller (x4)
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12. |
Take It There Ft. Lo'Key
03:21
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(Lo'Key)
hahaha leggo
we ridin'
I said we ridin'
ok?
and i say hell yeah
haha
we ain't got no choice but to do it
we focused
look
uh
leggo
Im on course
never fallin' off
I'm puttin' in them hours while you always callin' off
or call in sick
I'm the one that they call and get
I get the job done, you might as well call it quits
don't be callin' my phone, I won't be talkin' a lot
I'd rather just tour around the world and throw up my block
show em I'm not playin' with these lames though
come in with the hammer like I'm tryin' to leave the game broke
I heard the lame spoke, sayin' he don't approve
but I just keep throwin' up, 'cause I got nothin' to lose
got nothin' to say to the haters that's up in my way
sprayin' dust in the face of the haters and puff me a jay
makin' tracks for the cake
makin' racks on the side
teach em how to be baker men
and stack up the pies
show em how my poison pen leaves em frozen in
time like my destiny tellin' me we supposed to win
(Chours)
we take it there (yeah)
take it there (yeah)
listen here, we ain't scared to take it there (nah)
they dreamin' 'bout the top spot
but we gon make it there
'cause we 'bout to take it there
you know we take it there
uh
take it there (take it there)
take it there (take it there)
take it there (take it there)
take it there (take it there)
take it there (take it there)
take it there (take it where?)
hold up, wait
just so we can make it clear
(Noa)
they say let em lay
well I said let em lie
I knew they talk about me
and I aint even try
guess I'm a sleepin' dog
I tried to reach em though
rocket man, I'm burnin' diesel when I'm takin' off
in the atmoshpere
ain't no gas out here
so dont gas me up
fact is tough
specially when they see my paper stackin' up
pack it up
I'm about to get high when they all pass it up
I'm in the heat of the moment I think I'm burnin up
they seek my open casket but I won't give up
they been sleepin' on me, I'm here to get em up
this ones for the riches, and this ones for the love
this ones for the crew that I been with since day one
and from that day on
we been puffin' blunts
gettin' high to balance out the lows when they show no love
I had to beg and borrow, steal, but I feel no sorrow
still I feel like I see myself ridin' in Murcielagos
(Chours)
we take it there (yeah)
take it there (yeah)
listen here, we ain't scared to take it there (nah)
they dreamin' 'bout the top spot
but we gon make it there
'cause we 'bout to take it there
you know we take it there
uh
take it there (take it there)
take it there (take it there)
take it there (take it there)
take it there (take it there)
take it there (take it there)
take it there (take it where?)
hold up, wait
just so we can make it clear
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bet I'm inbound like rockets
put a missile in my pocket
put em in piles when I rock it
better get down when I'm knockin', uh
I represent hard knocks academy
in the catacombs
doin' alchemy
full metal varsity
ain't no artist work as hard as me the city cant hold this artistry
honestly I'm prodigy
audibly I body beats
artists talkin' comedy, it's quality
my apologies but in honesty
you probably the closest anybody came to novelty
commodities comin out the cracks like its sodomy
wow
I'm too busy catchin' allegations
when I should be out in front of a standin' ovation
when I should be out relaxin' on a vacation
spendin' millions on makin a couple tax evasions
you crazy if you think that I'm waitin'
I'm just on my chess shit, I study the moves I'm makin
you stupid if you sendin' ricin
out to critics, lets face it
you racists just pacin'
just waitin'
for me to disable another negation
comin my way from another location
pardon me while I sodom beats no gamora and I hope that they don't fart on me
now I know how feelin' like a martyr be
I'm out spittin' these old cats
now they daughters wantin' me
now they call it larceny
now they copin' off of me
slaughter me
I don't give a fuck people bring it oh but now I got this pot in me
so now the mics callin' me
costing my life
but in return
I get a coffin, see
it ain't all fun and games
in this game to turn a phase
synagogues should learn my name
because I'm givin' sermons, ayy
I'm an advance class
gettin' exact cash
learnin' to stash fast
givin' the circumstance
I'll sit a duck on his ass quack
ass crack?
get it? give it a fast track
give it a fast laugh
but never spin it around
I'll put it on blast fast
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Heinous
01:21
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I'm in stasis with these stages
wagin' war war these atheists
showin' pages of crazy shit
throwin' flags at these patriots
I'm in
hell I do well but I'm heinous
fuck what your name is
I'm remainin' nameless
famous ignoramouses
they cant sleep
all my enemies on they feet when I run a melody
with this demon inside of me
I don't think that I'll ever leave
this game needs me, I believe
we got talent in truck loads
just feindin to unload
no label wantin to take hold
no matter if we can break molds or not
I'm in the spot
rockin' this hotness
I'm darker than lochness
a problem with bein honest
I fuck em with mob shit
better run
better run
better get a better gun
when I get it on
I'm smokin' weed with Jesus
Budda's fiendin' to put us on
coughin' up lungs when we hit a bong
pack it and do a song
got beef well then bring it on
homie I don't need this, I don't need this
(Chorus x2)
I'm smokin weed with jesus x3
believe us we devious heathens
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Noa Binghamton, New York
Noa is a Binghamton native artist who started writing in 2010. On The Table is his first project finally set to release December 13, 2013.
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