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CANDYLAND (prod. FLVKO)
03:38
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[Hook]
Noses out for pockets in the city, man
Doses, overstocking for the pity, man, gotta understand
They call it Candyland
Ay, they call it Candyland
Roses getting stomped for pennies, kush straight from Afghanistan
Catch 'em dropping Pasa-panties, rolling in a caravan
They call it Candyland
Ay, they call it Candyland
[Verse]
They call it Candyland, it ain't no chance or circumstance
The drugs been planted, in pants and empty hands, then a ban
The coca in the system, man, how Pasa-dangerous get ran (Pasadena!)
By elders with addictions and the correct-colored Vans (what?)
Fake rappers sell to fans, dealing at their shows
Trappers hooked on Xan's, think they healing with the blow
Got no feeling in their nose, got no sense of smell
No wonder when the Tide's turning, they find it hard to tell (Where you go?)
They down the well, no Lassie
They here to sell? No passing
They might as well get raspy
Go ahead and yell, we laughing (Hahaha)
Ain't scared of cells, but acting
Go ring that bell, be trashy (Ding Ding)
Straight to hell, Gaddafi
It ain't hard to tell, like Nasty Nas
These microeconomics, between Candy and Pussy (What?)
I don't mean to drop the topic, but these dandies be pushy
They're standing in the club lines, in Old Town cause they cushy
Thinking they King Candy but they really just some bookies
[Bridge]
You ain't shit but cold leftovers
You still snort that RC Cola (*Sniff sniff sniff*)
You got three flip Motorola's (Ring Ring!)
But no friends and no diploma (Ha!)
You ain't shit but used car salesmen
You still drink to heal your ailments
You use hoes to make your payments (Cha-Ching!)
But still, pay to fuck or trading
Cocaina for Vagina (What?!)
Make your piece and whisk your beaters (*Whisk whisk whisk*)
CANDYLAND got bottom-feeders
So thank God you here as leader! (Thank God!)
[Hook]
Noses out for pockets in the city, man
Doses, overstocking for the pity, man, gotta understand
They call it CANDYLAND
Ay, they call it CANDYLAND
Roses getting stomped for pennies, kush straight from Afghanistan
Catch 'em dropping Pasa-panties, rolling in a caravan
They call it CANDYLAND
Ay, they call it CANDYLAND
[Verse]
Sicken for fun
Quicken the push of the thumb
Bitches get kicked to the curb for the funds
Thickest should run, fittest should gun
This is the One! Lit as the sun!
Captain of capping the nuns
Witness get killed on the word for the stun
Mixing the business with sickness
And itching to twitch with the click of a pistol
Like chick... BAH!
Pardon the rant
Guilty as sinning I chant
Banshee get buried and covered in ants
This is the stance! Coke in my pants
Bogus as Chance, wilting and dying my plants
Envious, staring at lovers that dance
Trance of the fancy with hands that ain't ashy
The plans of the flashy and bad with the stash (Say What?)
Spending the cash
Getting like half what you asked
Still gotta flash, and be fast when you dash
Lenders gon' bash, Vendors can crash
Leonard the rat!
Send him a pack
And then it depends on when he's attending the clash
Satchel the ax
Engine at maximum, trends when we adding 'em
White Horse and saddle 'em
Bringing 'em back
[Bridge]
Cause you ain't shit but cold leftovers
You still snort that RC Cola
You got three flip Motorola's
But no friends and no diploma
Cocaina for Vagina
Make your piece and whisk your beaters
CANDYLAND got bottom-feeders
So thank God you here as leader!
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[Hook]
Put It Down
Run up with a gun like you gon' shoot it
Put It Down
Hold onto that pipe like it's abusive
Put It Down
Rapping on that mic, but staying truant
You don't like how we doing?
We can fight, but you losing!
Put It Down
Run up with a gun like you gon' shoot it
Put It Down
Hold onto that pipe like it's abusive
Put It Down
Rapping on that mic, but staying truant
You don't like how we doing?
We can fight, but you losing!
[Verse: Infinity Chakras]
Yeah, Ho!
I will put it down, uh
Bitching snorting mounds, uh (*Sniff*)
Now you lost the sound, uh
Yeah, yeah, ay
Now you're 29, uh
Now you've lost your mind, uh
Now you're losing time, uh, yeah
I don't fuck with that, I don't smoke the crack
Life is moving fast, yuh
Why we eating trash? I just smoke the pack
All the rest can pass, huh (BLAQKNOIZ)
Maybe again
I'm in the places of sin
I'm in the burden of many
But still every day
Putting it down in my city
[Hook]
Put It Down
Run up with a gun like you gon' shoot it
Put It Down
Hold onto that pipe like it's abusive
Put It Down
Rapping on that mic, but staying truant
You don't like how we doing?
We can fight, but you losing!
Put It Down
Run up with a gun like you gon' shoot it
Put It Down
Hold onto that pipe like it's abusive
Put It Down
Rapping on that mic, but staying truant
You don't like how we doing?
We can fight, but you losing!
Put It Down
(Loud coughing)
[Bridge]
You already know what it is!
Thank you Based God!
[Hook]
BLAQKNOIZ got that OG, Pack Poppin'
Backwood, fill it up, with the dro
Wolf Pack from the Bay, we pay homage
LOWWKI made us switch up the flow
[Verse: The Thought]
So we glitch and we gloat as we spit to the beat
And we ripping your throats, just to boast your defeat
It's the sickness, the flow, it's the pros at their peak
They go, so unique, let it go, let it be
Let 'em glow, cause the diamonds gonna shine
Coming if you got it cause they boosting all the time
I'm gonna treat you if I got it
Cause I don't got a lot, but I got it off the rhymes
So Whatchu-Whatchu Want now? To slow it down?
We can get you in the compound, with no sound
We could pick you out the line-up, there's no crowd
Cause you think licking a vagina is profound
So whatchu think you doing, paving out the path of ruin?
You so focused on pursuing that you missing the show
So, we don't need your boo-ing, or your doubting the movement
I make chubby moves, call me Cardi-O
[Hook]
BLAQKNOIZ got that OG, Pack Poppin'
Backwood, fill it up, with the dro
Wolf Pack from the Bay, we pay homage
LOWWKI made us switch up the flow
[Verse: Infinity Chakras]
Ay, yuh, hop off the board
Brown homie from the F, take you a tour!
Party harder than Project X, our project's best
You love our backyards and fests!
Coming from places where faces are pale
What traits of the blazing
Making us brainless, family members and sales
Getting the tanks, hitting the stank
Hitting the things that we will not name
Tight and young man
All he know to this very day, yeah
Yeah I'm sharing with the kin
Never stressing on the cents
Yeah I'm out here making sense!
Tell me, what the fuck is you doing?
(What the fuck is you doing, bitch?)
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[Hook]
What you looking at? (Had to do it)
We ain't looking back, we some running backs
Our plan is to attack (Had to do it to 'em)
We coming fast, but who we coming at?
Get your honor back (Had to do it)
Like, "Your Honor, them's the facts!"
Matter of fact, that's... (Had to do it to 'em)
How we do 'em, boi!
What you looking at? (Had to do it)
We ain't looking back, we the market crash
No plan, we just a lack (Had to do it to 'em)
Keep track who gonna pack
Get your daughter back (Had to do it)
Like her captors got the cash
Matter of fact, that's... (Had to do it to 'em)
How we do 'em, boi!
[Verse]
That's how we do when we vicious
Howie Deaux when we fishing
I need two when I'm itching
Or a few with these bitches
How we do, when we misfits?
Tell the truth, I'll be listening
How we do? Tiny too!
While we tripping visions, we get blue!
While they're dipping, we get screwed
Why we sipping from the juice?
Why they pissing at the news?
Pistol-gripping at the Jews?
Never kissed, but I'll be
Miss the loo to diss the kitchen crew
Mission Number One is overdue
And if you're missing two?
Well, I'll be...
Figured that the end would have come first
Well, I'll be...
Figures showing what they spending on the thirst
Well, I'll be on the chase!
They can't move the hearse forever!
Looking for a trace, Leather and the Lace
Crooked for the taste
Hooked on graces of the feminine
Racists in the Eminent
Took his soul and emptied it
Who gon' be the revenants?
Where we get some medicine?
Gotta keep the engines in
Mention this to anybody?
Your end is effortless
Emin in the mess of it
Gotcha going!
Leverage in the estrogen
Testosterone be flowing!
Message in the effigy
To enemies we growing
Breathless with the energy
And you already knowing
[Hook]
What you looking at?
We ain't looking back, we some running backs
Our plan is to attack
We coming fast, but who we coming at?
Get your honor back
Like, "Your Honor, them's the facts!"
Matter of fact, that's...
How we do 'em, boi!
What you looking at?
We ain't looking back, we the market crash
No plan, we just a lack
Keep track who gonna pack
Get your daughter back
Like her captors got the cash
Matter of fact, that's...
How we do 'em, boi!
[Outro]
Had to do it (BLAQKNOIZ)
Had to do it to 'em (We had to do it to 'em!)
Had to do it (yeah!)
Had to do it to 'em
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[Verse: The Thought]
The ease with which we ease y'all off it
Keys get sold to G's, with coffins
Hello, they need you in office!
Lease been seen, Polices knocking
Birds and bees, the sneakers Saw it
Sandra Lee and get to poppin'
Nah, we ain't no cheaters, stop it
BLAQKNOIZ got that OG stocking
Lost and Found, digging your grave!
Dogs in pounds gon' smile and wave!
Bucks or pounds, no need to save
Watch you go 'round in that maze
Be your boss, don't be no slave
Sounds so simple, but it ain't
For every dollar you done made
You getting taken for a K
[Hook: The Thought]
You know who, what they do
Breaking Loose
Attitude when they mad at you (Got that Attitude)
Breaking Loose
Looky-Loo and they jaded too (Looky-Loo)
Breaking Loose
Let 'em do, what they wanna do, cause they (Let 'em Do)
Breaking Loose
You know who, what they do (You know, who)
Breaking Loose
Attitude when they mad at you (Got that Attitude)
Breaking Loose
Looky-Loo and they jaded too (Looky-Loo)
Breaking Loose
Let 'em do, what they wanna do, cause they (Let 'em Do)
Breaking Loose (Yuuuuuuuuun J!)
[Verse: Yun J]
Whatchu talking about when you telling me to behave
Or conform to the system? (System!)
You don't want me to question what I want?
You just want me to sit down and listen? (Listen!)
Telling me to "Quit your bitching and do what you're told to"
But I'm about to show you, what a pro do
I planted the seed and made all the produce
Reap me some benefits, lettuce and fruit
And then I tied all of that, made me some juice
Heated, I'm Nye, got all of the sauce
Breaking loose from whatever you want me to do
Fuck an overtime, fuck a clock (Fuck you)
Fuck a manager and fuck a job! (Fuck you, too!)
Catch me blasting off in a rocket ship
I'm breaking off, from what the standard is
I'mma tell the world to get off my dick
Like ehhh (ah!)
[Hook: Both]
You know who, what they do
Breaking Loose
Attitude when they mad at you (Attitude!)
Breaking Loose (Breaking Loose!)
Looky-Loo and they jaded too (Look who, jaded too)
Breaking Loose (Breaking Loose)
Let 'em do, what they wanna do, cause they (Let 'em do, Let 'em want to do)
Breaking Loose (Breaking Loose)
You know who, what they do (You know who?)
Breaking Loose (What they do, hah?)
Attitude when they mad at you (Attitude)
Breaking Loose (They mad at you, hah?)
Looky-Loo and they jaded too (Woo!)
Breaking Loose (They jaded too, hah?)
Let 'em do, what they wanna do, cause they (Woo-Woo)
Breaking Loose (Hi-yah!)
[Outro]
You know who, what they do
Breaking Loose
Attitude when they mad at you
Breaking Loose
Looky-Loo and they jaded too
Breaking Loose
Let 'em do, what they wanna do, cause they
Breaking Loose
You know who, what they do
Breaking Loose
Attitude when they mad at you
Breaking Loose
Looky-Loo and they jaded too
Breaking Loose
Let 'em do, what they wanna do, cause they
Breaking Loose
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[Hook]
They like Eenie Meenie Minie Moe
Chase them figures to and fro
Would-be ballers, buying hoes!
Let everybody know!
Eenie Meenie Minie Moe
Catch that stripper by the toe
If she holla, buy her clothes
Then bash them guts on video
[Verse: XZavier]
Traveling with Khaleesi on a fly-ass lizard
Sipping an elixir in a castle, like Goblet (What city?!)
Watch with Brandy, as she stripping off her panties
While grabbing a pole found in the glow of a strobe light
I'm sorta bored, her Moes don't roll no money
Lifelike fantasy, died in this rigorous reality with bigger lips
Liposuction, both breast cuts are up
But my fingers feel nothing, just a numbness, fuck this algorithmic state
Brain filters, no real love, an off-kilter haze
Cash or dough, a brown asshole, they'll score
So fucking played, an animalistic crave
All a bitch feel for!
Make me spend more bills to feel my lil' pole, real raw?
In a digitalized age, can I find a bet, stake my claims?
What do I got? Not a damn thang! Ok? Ok!
Do it again, attain 'nuff to steel, fuck the zeal
Just to bust a nut, but left with nada?
Hell to the nah, brah!
[Hook]
They like Eenie Meenie Minie Moe
Chase them figures to and fro
Would-be ballers, buying hoes!
Let everybody know!
Eenie Meenie Minie Moe
Catch that stripper by the toe
If she holla, buy her clothes
Then bash them guts on video
[Verse: The Thought]
These dudes be treating women like a piece of fucking meat ('sup ma?)
These dudes be like "we fucking?" when they pass you in the street (but are we?)
These dudes be spending hundreds on pictures of your feet (let me get 'em)
These dudes ain't worth nothing, they just living by the skeet-skeet
These dudes be paying women just to get a fucking text
These dudes be slaves for women just to have some boring sex (is it in yet?)
These dudes be paid, but vision what they lack
In fact, it's depth perception from between the shallow and the real they disrespect
No self-crit, just billfolds
They want the fat tits, that they can't hold
They want the fat ass, that they can't squeeze
Supply the green cash to be the cuckold
Taking red-eyes, for a dead-end
Just to turn lies into households
Then they find wives, on the internet
Divide dynasties, on the stucco
And they planting seeds, with the hoes they meet
Just to turn around and brag about the sex
'Til they eighteen and she comes clean
That she out of town and ain't about the rest
Guaranteed they're on the line, talking how they "Hate that bitch!"
But they were only fucking cause she's sexy and he's rich
[Hook]
They like Eenie Meenie Minie Moe
Chase them figures to and fro
Would-be ballers, buying hoes!
Let everybody know!
Eenie Meenie Minie Moe
Catch that stripper by the toe
If she holla, buy her clothes
And bash them guts on video
They like Eenie Meenie Minie Moe
Chase them figures to and fro
Would-be ballers, buying hoes!
Let everybody know!
Eenie Meenie Minie Moe
Catch that stripper by the toe
If she holla, buy her clothes
Then bash them guts on video
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[Verse: The Thought]
Black suit, black mask, call me Batman
Guess who? Think fast, or we Baghdad
Catch two, get through on a Fast Pass
Bash you, get cash, and we out that
She too skinny for her boobs, so I pass that
But she posts a nude? I'mma see the like and smash that
She been out there clubbing cause she tryna get the Bam-Bam
Misses "Don't Know Nothing" when she got it on her webcam
Selfies at the SlutWalk, tag 'em on the gram, ma'am!
Talking all that "Slut" talk, read it out the program
Dreaming of the boardwalk, auditions out in AMDAM
She can break the whole op, staying with her gram-gram?
And she don't want the trouble
She got beverages with bubbles
And she leverages her struggle
Got dudes working on the double
Foundation 'til she turns to rubble
Tape paper for the peachy stubble
Quarterback can't reach the huddle
So take them ovaries and juggle
Juggle the risks, snuggle her kids
Log in her browser and jiggle her tits
Buckle the wrist, honeysuckle the list
Dress up like Bowser and pose for a pic
Cuckold for rich, muddled and sick
Cries could be louder but cover a tick
Uncle, the mist? Trunk holds the fifth?
Blundered and plundered cause "life is a bitch"
Life is a ho, but ain't stopping the Queens
If she stops Millie-Rocking, it's not what she seems
She chopping her options and hopping her teams
Her daughter's her sovereign, she opting to beam!
She's not with the fiending, she hot cause she schooled
Talk for an hour, you feel like a fool
It's popular oculars making the rules
But measure your Doppler's, fight for renewal!
Sharpshooters coming, you need to stay cool
The commoner gardener using her tools
A prophet of gossamers, hunting the ghouls
With life staying Rosa, and skies of Azul
But I'm just a fool, my opinions can rot
Listen to Raff, one hell of a thought
We weaponize rap and we bring it to Gods
But we still un-perfect, we swearing to Bob!
Airing the errors and wearing the robes!
Marriage of failures and children of woes
Tears for the mailers and failures to show!
They rarer than favors and rearing to go!
They tearing your clothes cause they hungry to fight
It ain't fair for your bros if you throwing the light
It ain't fair for your foes if you going it right
I can teach you the dark if you wait for the Knight
Know you know that I'm hard, but you hate cause I'm white
And that's why we on-guard, with the rhymes that we type
While you here to bogard, we just here to ignite
Here to break up the stars just to show you the might!
[Hook: Zen Stokely]
Food Chainz, (Food Chainz)
Stock exchange, (stock exchange)
Price range, (price range)
Do your thang! (do your thang!)
Food Chainz, (Food Chainz)
Stock exchange, (stock exchange)
Price range, (price range)
Do your thang! (do your thang!)
[Verse: Zen Stokely]
Steadily we getting baked (baked)
Hot as an African day (yeah)
Cookie Monster with the Ape
Tony the Tiger, we Great! (Grrreat)
If money is power, but made out of paper
Then what does it truthfully take? (Truth!)
If money is power, but made out of paper
Then what does it truthfully take?
I could probably turn to a channel (Seven)
Channel energy, burning a candle (lit)
I converse with the birds and the mammals (Crazy)
Under earth with my verse in the mantle (true)
Thanos
Camel
Afro
Pick
Travel
Camo
Rambo
Shit
Niggas be like "tell me something that I don't know"
(that I don't know, don't know)
Yeah, there ain't nothing you could tell me
(tell me, tell me)
Emotion is something we won't show
(something that we show!)
Deficient of love, it's unhealthy, ay
(it's unhealthy, yeah)
All I am is a hologram
The aftermath of the WASP
That lands to wipe his face, to stop and scan
An area, perimeter, circumference known as rhythm
Holo-sonogramic, panoramic, Yoga denim jacket
Acid wash accent might fashion the institution
Make it chicken-scratch, plans hatch into Houston
We are now lifting and sifting through content
Which is most amusing, kinda nonsense
Like Rosicrucians, many conflicts controlling humans
Thirst became desire, then supply and demand
Damn. Learn and then we try it again
Man, woman, child, elderly, cellular towers sell you dreams
Along with nightmares that we might have began...
So, it's just
[Hook: Zen Stokely]
Food Chainz, (Food Chainz)
Stock exchange, (stock exchange)
Price range, (price range)
Do your thang! (do your thang!)
Food Chainz, (Food Chainz)
Stock exchange, (stock exchange)
Price range
Do your thang!
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7. |
VAMÓNOS (prod. FLVKO)
04:07
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[Hook]
(Barking)
NoTHoUGHT been bringing that violent flow
Rocking the spot then get Domino's
Do what you want, give what you got
Jump off the rock, yelling "Geronimo!"
Don't come to me for the liner notes
Not an OG, but a Dynamo
Rude when I talk, move when I walk
Hop out and drive, come on, we gotta go
Vamónos, ay
Vamónos, ay
Vamónos, ay
Vamónos, andalé
Vamónos, ay
Vamónos, ay
Vamónos, ay
Vamónos, andalé
[Verse]
Vamónos Pest, you should be holding your breath
You should be taking that bass out your chest
You should be smoking to level your stress
You should be hopeless and thinking you blessed
You should be working and skipping your rest
Failing the test, you should be happy we're letting you dress
You should be capping and letting 'em guess
We gotta go
We gotta kill those that biting the flow
We gotta clip all the wings off the vultures
We got a list for the Kulture who know
We got a pit for those hooked on the snow
We gotta even the balance at shows
We gotta kill those who singing for sulfur
They just too vulgar, we gotta go
Vamónos
[Hook]
(Barking)
NoTHoUGHT been bringing that violent flow
Rocking the spot then get Domino's
Do what you want, give what you got
Jump off the rock, yelling "Geronimo!"
Don't come to me for the liner notes
Not an OG, but a Dynamo
Rude when I talk, move when I walk
Hop out and drive, come on, we gotta go
Vamónos, ay
Vamónos, ay
Vamónos, ay
Vamónos, andalé
Vamónos, ay
Vamónos, ay
Vamónos, ay
Vamónos, andalé
[Hook]
BLAQKNOIZ
Me llamo Pensamiento, you can call me Thought for short
No me gusta cocaina, so I'll mock your every snort
Y yo quiero gasolina, cause I'm tryna flex my torque
Hola, me escuchas? waiting for your sad retort (ay)
[Verse]
Be a cheetah, not a bovine
Get it out your throat, like a cold line
If you don't know where to go, you can go high
Mano y Mano on the flow, and you know why
Be a grizzly, not a tapir
Throw it on a beat, got a great ear
Don't know what to eat, gonna geek, I don't take beer
Looking at the freak, how unique, make the hate clear
Be an ostrich, not a turkey
Fuck a stuffy office, it ain't worthy
We all end in coffins, do it dirty
Catch the dummies coughing cause they thinking that you nerdy
Be a sailfish, not a flounder
Don't scratch that itch off the downers
You can slap your bitch, just a bit, you can clown her
But you just a dick, when my clique you encounter
[Bridge]
NoTHoUGHT back in the fray
FLVKO like Oralé!
Don't care what y'all gon' say
It's just not what you think
Know from now we don't play
If we ain't gonna get paid
You call it riding a wave?
It's just not what you think
You think I'm here for the pink
It's really not what you think
You think I'm here for the cash
You think I'll spend it on rings
You think I'm here for the past
Here 'til the fat lady sings!
Here for making it last
Like Mozenraff, see when he blinks
[Outro]
Vamónos, ay
Vamónos, ay
Vamónos, ay
Vamónos, andalé
Vamónos, ay
Vamónos, ay
Vamónos, ay
Vamónos, andalé
Vamónos, ay
Vamónos, ay
Vamónos, ay
Vamónos, andalé (ay)
Vamónos, ay
Vamónos, ay
Vamónos, ay
Vamónos, andalé
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8. |
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[Verse]
God damn! Was that an earthquake?
Managing the rhythm, gonna birth fate
Work great, for goodness sake, hitting breaks
Not just tryna rake it in, let me make what I earn
Take what I burn, the fake gon' spit it out
Lake overturned, hate devastated by the mouth
Never staying by the South, the West is the truth
Gonna stay paying dues 'til on stage at Paid Dues
Bad News, you didn't win when you snoozed
The youth been killing, don't you look so confused
When you last take a bath? Stanking of scat
Cheesing like you Kenny breathing in that Cat
What do you for the Henny? Wearing JC Penney
Mr. "Yes, I'll Suck a Dick, if it get me an Emmy"?
Been plenty ready, waiting on the opportunity
All I'm asking is let's have some scrutiny
[Bridge]
You a punk motherfucker and we don't fuck with you
Get the fuck up out our session, you ain't even in the crew
What it do? Who is you? Did you not get the news?
Did you weasel your way in here just to drink up all the brews?
You a
[Verse]
Punk motherfucker, a junk motherfucker
A "who the fuck gave you a mic?" motherfucker
You psyched on them uppers, here to get you down
You biting every song you hear, playing in town
In spite of how you acting, we hadn't killed your career
But a little birdy came around, whispered in our ear
You were drunk off two beers, so it appears, in tears you said
"For a record deal, I'd take it in the rear"
What?!
[Verse]
Who the fuck you playing, when not a weekend before
You were talking "fuck a label!" standing at my door?
I didn't take you for a whore, but I beg you, tell me more
About how the industry be making us poor
Now check what in store, a murdered hooker on the mic
Tryna come back at me like he won't lose the fight
My mouse got the might, my board been the key
All I'm asking is let's have some scrutiny
[Hook]
You a punk motherfucker and we don't fuck with you
(we don't fuck with you!)
Get the fuck up out our session, you ain't even in the crew
(you ain't in the crew!)
What it do? Who is you? Did you not get the news?
(did you not get the news?)
Did you weasel your way in here just to drink up all the brews?
(drink up all the brews?)
You a punk motherfucker and we don't fuck with you
(we don't fuck with you!)
Get the fuck up out our session, you ain't even in the crew
(you ain't in the crew!)
What it do? Who is you? Did you not get the news?
(did you not get the news?)
Did you weasel your way in here just to drink up all the brews?
(and soak up all the juice?)
You a punk motherfucker and we don't fuck with you
(we don't fuck with you!)
Get the fuck up out our session, you ain't even in the crew
(you ain't in the crew!)
What it do? Who is you? Did you not get the news?
(did you not get the news?)
I'll get your ass the Uber, dude, just tell me where to route it to
(Fuck you!)
[Outro]
BLAQKNOIZ
Yeah, yeah yeah
NoTHoUGHT, No Thots
NoTHoUGHT, No Thots
NoTHoUGHT, No Thots
NoTHoUGHT, No Thots
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[Hook]
You can put your boys on game, you can run 'em in the race
You can earn your name, you can Hussle, motivate
Say "Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face"
So he came back with a pistol and he shot you in the face
They like haters gonna hate, 'til they underestimate
Leave their people crying cause they caught an early grave
Said "Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face"
That's the Cost of Keeping Real, no bullets for the fake
[Verse: The Thought]
I was off a couple grams of them psilocybin shrooms (shroooms!)
When I tuned into a cam, to see what they gonna do (doooo!)
Down on Crenshaw where the God of the neighborhood got clapped (alright)
Tension in the parking lot, got the people running laps
LAPD, NOI, ghetto-choppers in the sky
Teeny-boppers crying "Why?!" cause a gangsta rapper died (Damn.)
They say "he more than hiphop", must be why he got popped
Outlined in that white chalk, shooter came from his block! (Doot doot doot)
The realest always die in the most tragical ways (Facts)
No wonder as they cry, they search for reasons for the pain (Conspiracies)
The healing gets denied in the ghost of practices paid
No wonder as they fly, some lurk and feeding off the graves
Snakes been eating, flooding Eden, with the spirits of the leaders
Break the ceiling, end up weeping, with the limitless believers
Fakes ain't bleeding, they at meetings, flicking tops as they teeter
Race ain't even over, still The Marathon in your speakers (ay)
[Bridge: The Thought]
Hustle and motivate, hustle and motivate
Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face
Hustle and motivate, hustle and motivate
Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face
Hustle and motivate, hustle and motivate
Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face
Hustle and motivate, hustle and motivate
Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face
[Hook]
You can put your boys on game, you can run 'em in the race
You can earn your name, you can Hussle, motivate
Say "Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face"
So he came back with a pistol and he shot you in the face
They like haters gonna hate, 'til they underestimate
Leave their people crying cause they caught an early grave
Said "Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face"
That's the Cost of Keeping Real, no bullets for the fake
[Verse: XZavier]
I walk on that "what, what?"
When looking down, "yuh, yuh"
Don't you fucking dare "nuh-uh"
Putting me fucking down, cunts
Know I'm fucking bound in the garish belly of the beast (fuck!)
Tear me down like these menacing clowns, pulling hair out, no peace (agh!)
Go on 'head, cat fight, what's cat to a tyrant?
Who'll smash then ice 'em if they motherfucking try him?
Don't bite him over spill and though you chose to lick it
Thicker than Thickens, hold up let's politic, quick, end our fucking difference
But nihilistic niglets mix excuse, denial's existence
DOW went dip, indulgent, my man lost to ignance
Are you fictional? Indignant, I'm with it (*deep breath*)
Ain't no choice, can't pick oranges, motherfucking GET HIM! (get him, get him!)
I just hope I'll be alive in the ending, yeah
I'll probably die, word to Kendrick, yeah
Just dare my guys, green I vision, got spent all chips
Grieving for a gimmick, yeah, or a get-rich scheme, please
It's much more than papes... (NO IT AIN'T!)
Well fuck y'all lames, get the fuck up out my face!
[Bridge: The Thought]
Hustle and motivate, hustle and motivate
Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face
[Verse: Smith the Poet]
Yeah it's worse than what you say, boy, you cannot relate
'Til they slay, the glimmer strays, but don't ever go away
Said I face the world today, get the fuck up out my face
It ain't safe in your state, know your city probably flaked
That ain't hate, fuck a fate, he just never was a fake fuck
Forsaken all the greats, bruh, complacent with your state, huh?
Don't blame it, just embrace crush, I'll cater guard The Game, guff
No waiting for your pace, Puff, delay that lost the days
Dumbed down, the river made us
If doubt, the dribble played 'em
To say, the riddle's vacant
More brittle, cause the bass is
Fiddled for some faceless
Given ocean views
Stay pimping on you fools
[Hook]
You can put your boys on game, you can run 'em in the race
You can earn your name, you can Hussle, motivate
Say "Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face"
So he came back with a pistol and he shot you in the face
They like haters gonna hate, 'til they underestimate
Leave their people crying cause they caught an early grave
Said "Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face"
That's the Cost of Keeping Real, no bullets for the fake
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