Lyrics:
All these producers send me tracks now it's a dead beat
You saw that boy well tell him I said he's a dead beat
I taught myself to be a man now you see
The streets is mad right now (tell em' why we mad!)
Rappers whatever you call yourselves pack your bags and get outta town
'Cause I'ma strike down
a fridge full of food, no wonder where the hunger went
Now I don't rap to prove myself, I pick up the pen to vent
But you people stuck in the past,
The vampires make you fear the night
That kind of talk give them evil spirits life
She on the track like she waiting for her tears to dry
Listen
you do? Where is the love of music? and i say, we need more love.
For you it's running
For them are summing
Let's solve this case
Is the society
breath
I'm still paying dues and the last one is death
Back to the essence with that shit you stressing, this rap profession
Now peep Tical, the son
breath
I'm still paying dues and the last one is death
Back to the essence with that shit you stressing, this rap profession
Now peep Tical, the son
with the flame one
That boy rap 'cause you singin' like Akon
We goin' straight to the top
And you can't come
Niggas be talkin' that shit
Where that hate
(Bonus Tracks)
My little love
My little love, we first met at In the Way of Life
I saw you there, shining bright like a summer night (ooh-yeah)
In
This for the capital the burg thats where it really is
I really is, Manzini the goat, of course I'm amphibious
The bars are now kickin in
Beat I start
please?
I don't have my license and registration right now
But if you give me a chance, I can go home and get it
Oh what are you a wiseguy son?
No I
please?
I don't have my license and registration right now
But if you give me a chance, I can go home and get it
Oh what are you a wiseguy son?
No I
blue cause your punches are basic
You hate the colour you must be a racist
A god that they can’t stop when I walk to the top
son of a gun better run
out to be twins so really it was two sons
Where the fuck you think this comes from? My cum duh!!!
Oh but there’s a chance they weren’t mine huh?
gettin' it
We gettin' it, we gettin' it
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!)
science, I'm around lions and giants
You there, Ryan's here
No one can hear you crying where I'm at, the highest tier
One diss track could tear your whole
stop cappin
Don't stop rappin now you see what happens
Your mind is gone, your crew just cut
Sucker MC I'll tell you what
Your rhymes are weak, your
my heart are forgiven, and now I'm free
I was blinded by the wish of being seeing but now I see
You can take my things, you can hide 'em but I'll never
to get played signing deals
Now I'm only getting bonus
I stay strong
Whenever it's time for me to zoned out
Turn your lights bebe
Just to see who's
[Hook]
We gettin' it
We gettin' it, we gettin' it
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin'
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Energy, I'm the enemy of Great Satan
USA that made us slaves
Pray to Lord, send us down His favorite son
I can't take
are you doing that?
You had a dope track but you`re wack so you ruined that
I couldn`t make out what you were saying your diction
Is jumbled where
competition
So losers are created by definition
Our leaders are ruled by political ambition
Not a single one of them is a trained technician
It would be insane
spitters
I run my city
You run from willies
Like blunts or phillys
I smoke these faggot Milli Vanilli's
My niggas be with me
Putting the streets on my tracks
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