Lyrics:
to see us
We may be resting for now
But we will exit the house soon
Get to the vessel and press on the pedal and zoom
To a new home
The one that you own
new single right there, y'all
It's called "What It Seems"
Featuring Dub-O and
Produced by my man Slim G'z
It's coming out real soon, I had
I had
focused
Feeling like a orphan
Swear it's like I'm
On my own
On my own
We live
We love
We laugh
We cry later
My heart
It hurts
I know
Sooner than later
It
corporations do worse to protect their bling.
Prisons are more over crowded than the rap game,
they say your more likely to go to jail with a black name.
battin up, with homeruns
Sacario four album and I'm droppin this summer
[Chorus: Sacario]
Live big all my shorties you know who you is
Spend that dough,
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
(DJ Clue)
The Professional
Part Two
Coming real soon!
New shit! Crime life!
Memph Bleek!
Cease!
Ja!
(Memphis Bleek)
Nigga, picture me hot, then
don't know really how to live
(Lost in Campinas, coupes and the villas
Putas amigas, sexo e pílulas
Deus me ilumina, nada me irrita
Escondi na camisa,
you on the phone last night
We live and die by pretty lies
You know it, oh, we both know it
These silver bullet cigarettes
This burning house, there's
(DJ Clue)
The Professional
Part Two
Coming real soon!
New shit! Crime life!
Memph Bleek!
Cease!
Ja!
(Memphis Bleek)
Nigga, picture me hot,
your finger pop
Ah to the tic toc tic tic tic tism
Live and direct is the rebels of rhythm
On your radio turn up the stereo cause it's working
of ovine obedience adherents...
I experienced a live concert in Budapest, an odd 2 part presentation of Richard Strauss, followed by Bela Bartok.
full drunkards who wanna get away from the life
Over crowded hospitals, low supply, no medical attention
And yeah they get mentioned
They always show
strikes
Give me that butter or all white, and I'm alright
Can't live minimum wage, cause that's just not my life
I roll up and down the block, on cutters
ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't
we did it by ourselves
From the road trips, to the studios
All those times we was chilling in my house
Those times are the times
That I'm thinking
the strong rain
E' Meia Noite - Brasilian percussionist, Meia Noite, who plays on this album and on "Primitive"
Quebrando tudo - fucking shit up on rhythms.
houses
Nonstop, I'm takin' out all
You poor fuckers not once but twice
Take your life and call the Ghostbusters
(Relentless) i could get smashed by a jeep
frank I talked myself sometimes to go try and end it
How could I be so selfish
This is a gift that I'm living
Too many people lost their chances to live
indie records show up in a W-E-A box?
By saying your independent, you belittle the whole movement
Real emcee's work hard, ain't got investors to put out
Written by Adedamola Adeniji & Dorcas Odutola
You can't the scam the scammer
You wan use me like James and Kamal
Bem who born their mama
Them wan
gon’ mention every Tech album he’s released to date
Cause that’s all the way from ‘99 to today
This year I went and saw you live in Brisbane, Australia
playing XXXTENTACION
Soon as the box hit the skrt, I'ma get him gone
Shoot up your mama house, your uncle brains on the lawn
Blew your nephew off
told me, "Don't be like me
Just finish watching cartoons"
Which is funny now cause all I see
Is Wile E coyotes in the room
And I run it (Blow! Blow!
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