100redBricks (feat. GetGully)

I walk with the waves of New York City, X-rayed into my back As I floss every step that doesn't Taste like food These red bricks have a funny way of kicking Me home sick Crossin' the flue, I don't mind the way the Light breeze humbles me better As I floss every step that doesn't taste like Food These red bricks, these red bricks, bricks Bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks These red bricks, these red bricks, these red bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks Bricks, bricks We all stars like a Jewish Bible, but off Your top like a suicidal My protein lean, you gon' need a whole lot Of shots to do what I do to do what I do, do what I do These red bricks, these red bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks See, I'm so focused, my mind is so sharp That you could use it as a shard to cut throats Open And that's when no provoking prevail, hell Enter the king Spit fire to Lord or the devilish ring Embellishing all, representing the winter and spring Listen, fuck the summer, cause I don't like the sweat Cause either I'm fucking the breezy, bobbing or weaving And I promise baby mama by the morning you leaving You see, everything I do hot, so you can call him Percy Full of verses or Haku-a There's a lot of gods here dying hymns So keep a techie attentive, Indian prince is gon' leave you all wet Still in yellow, these rappers is off timing Cause you ask the truth, but the problem, they all timing I'm trying to be the same young boy, the awards shining Excuse me, let me check my watch, it's my timing So back the fuck up, says Simon Or your whole team get tacky, the fuck up, I 49er Since the bass was born, these oral proof foretold Morbidly stories that would forge into an immaculate form You ain't on the same track that I'm on So Charlie, go and get your money, ain't comparing a knife to a bomb You see, I pop up, stock up, it's like magic You disappear, so what, queer, life's tragic A hundred bars or a hundred bricks A hundred bars or a hundred bricks See, I've been gone for too long, and you can't stop now You can't stop now See, you can't stop now Go and get rich, a hundred bars or a hundred bricks See me creeping down your block, better get low Cause you or your family don't matter, Eddie Winslow Out comes a rat, then pop goes the weasel I make a quick sale, then out comes a needle See, fuck Jay, I'm trying doing track with the Beatles Move plates from state to state, Boston and V.A N.Y.P.A. to S.E.A., Segway to M.A Soon to be in Boston, illegal, bags full of crabs You can put your cheddar up, but don't forget your hands Any resistance will leave you in a box and your wife in a coma Fucking with a dead man, rider, soldier Thou are in the system, Indian chief But the sale smells much better than the aroma Sorry teacher, I ain't got time See, my time is money, and I ain't trying to buy the clothes A hundred bars or a hundred bricks A hundred bars or a hundred bricks See, I done came too far, but we can't stop now We can't stop now See, we can't stop now, we gon' get rich A hundred bars or a hundred bricks See, I done came too far, but we can't stop now We gon' get rich