1. |
The Introduction
04:46
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(Prod. INFNTLP)
LET ME INTRODUCE MYSELF
IT'S FRESH, THE NIGGA WITH THE COOLEST SHELL
IT'S FRESH, THE NIGGA WHO'S THE COLDEST
SO SICK, WHEN I WROTE THIS THE MISSIONARIES APPROACHED IT FEELING HOPELESS
SO SICK, ON MY YETI FLOW, THE CAMERAS LOSE FOCUS
OF THIS NOVICE WITH A GOLD STATE OF MIND LIKE BOGUT
THE YOUNG SUBURBANITE WHO MIGHT BE ON THE HERB TONIGHT
TRYNA MAKE THIS PERFECT SO THE CHICKS WILL COME AND TWERK IT, RIGHT?
IS IT WORTH THE FIGHT? WORKING 'TIL I HURT MY LIFE
WRITING IN MY BASEMENT, SLEEP WHEN I FLIRT WITH LIGHT
WAKE UP LIKE A VAMPIRE
BLOOD RUSHING WHILE SCRIPTING THESE STORIES, BUT NO CAMPFIRE
DAMN LIARS, APPROACHING.
ENCROACHING ON MY LINES, GIVE ME FIVE FOR THE MOMENT
I'M FINE WITH THESE LINES, THEY DEFINING MY MIND
CAUSE MY MIND IS A MINE ABOUT BLOW ON A DIME
ON THE GO, ALL THE TIME,
NEVER STOP, ON A ROLL, BUT NEVER WATCH
KEEP IT GOING 'TIL THE FOES ARE DEEP BELOW HIM
CREEPING OUT THIS FREAKING MOMENT
CREATURES (AND THEY SEEK ATONEMENT)
FIENDING, FIRE, BREATHING, DRAGONS, ON HEATHENS, SLASHING, THE DEMONS, FOX IN THE GRASS
THEY STEAMING LIKE WILLIE BEAMEN
LOOKING FOR MY ASS, WHAT THEY REALLY TRYNA GRAB
IS THE CASH AND MY DAME,
AND THEN THEY LEAVING IN A DASH
(CRASH)
Crash Bandicoot blastin this candid loop
The outlandish truth I tear the roof in booth
So uncouth like I bottomed up a 40 proof
And let one loose like Meatwad's tooth
Oups, adult swim reference
But I'm still a tot Fresh out of the vas deferens
Plus 17, so check this message
I'm makin magic using madness as my method
I'm makin music using magic, currently
Spittin to the third degree, might burn a beat
And the bridges, sever bonds from the snitches
Eatin snickers, as they snicker at my stitches
They fishy like Ishmael, shifty and kiss tail
And sip ale, tell tall tales about they chick sale
Not buyin that, can see the lie in that
With a lions eye no deny I'm spying that
Stop supplyin that, fake waste that's makeshift
Crammed in bars like niggas are on the slave ship
Block em out like Ibaka with the aegis
Knock em out like Ali with a racist
Can't face this, like void, nigga I'm faceless
Can't face this too basic need lasik
F.A. SICK YOU DON'T HATE THIS JUST EMBRACE IT
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2. |
Good Mourning
03:23
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(Prod. James Business)
Let me take a breathe of Fresh Air
Roll out my bed pullin naps out my hair
One step then another to the bathroom I pivot
Givin thanks to God or whoever got me livin
Though a little bit timid, quiet at times
I give thanks up high for acquiring rhymes
For inquiring minds and the masses who blind
In due time we'll bring bonds and brake binds
And when I die, remember me
More holy then Tony Montana fallin off the balcony
And the worlds mine not confined by dumb minds
Want more time to unwind
And let go, lets go another lo
Cation, cakin and day wastin
No arms for harm, that's so rayman
In the Amazon feelin so amazin
Every time I wake up tryna get my pace up
While girls apply make up tryna raise my stakes up
Usin my time to recline and rewind
With each line I reach climb til he shine
Let me take a breathe of Fresh Air
Step out the door pullin naps out my hair
One step then another to my civic I pivot
My last car I flipped so thank God that I'm livin
Or whoever, who weathers the weather and makes it better
For endeavors that's requiring my effort
Who pulls the lever to start the machine that levees the pressure
And relieves the regime
From the torque that leaves minds contorted
And the work that leaves time aborted
Lift up like forklifts never forfeit
That's farfetched don't need Pokemon to know this, and I
Never say somethin mean, unless I mean it
Cuz karma strikes back like Darth Vader and phoenix
Don't let your spark flames like Venus
Cuz its a cold world but we don't need more heaters
Feel like I'm runnin in a human race
In my face there's people who out pace
Basically, I'm not winnin
But I'm grinnin in this room where I'm livin
Live each day like its my last night
Cuz one day I'll be right
Live each day like its my last night
Cuz one day I'll be right, right
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3. |
The Gods
02:21
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(Prod. James Business)
I remember wakin early on the Saturday
Watchin cartoons and anime
Runnin outside in the end of may
Prayin for June to come and forever stay
I remember crushin Kanto on the GBA
Kickin back as a CD play
Good times, nothin better
Never worry bout the cheddar as long as we all together
United, emotions ignited
Excited about things forgotten in silence
As we grow old, go mold with cold souls
Forgettin we would win like Oboes
Oh no, so let me take a step back
Cool Yu-Gi-Oh cards I respect that
Toys on commercials I expect
And complained when I didn't get that
Mumbled words under breathe, what was that, nothin
Then go to my room like I told em off or somethin
Youngin, frontin
Livin, lovin
Burnin my tounge on somethin fresh the oven
Still ate about a dozen
A dummy, nah, just blame it on age
The faze of livin in a daze
Amazin
No cagin
I thank God for the g o ds
The good ol days, as we proceed
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4. |
Elbows
03:49
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(Prod. James Business)
As I wake up on this Friday feelin Fresher then I ever have
Call me Reggie Miller askin questions where the pressure at
Talk smack to spike lee, kill the crowd with my Nike's
And got 7 mill on my chest like Tom Jones, icy
Chill, I'm drawlin, but my mind state is ballin
And braggin and boastin I bet, bangin beats is my callin
Not really rushin like Stalin, just fallin with my union
In this cold world no Truman we just ride around soul cruisin
Supply a round of that goose and, not even old enough drink
But at this party we boostin, nigga no time think
We young and havin fun, right now eff the repercussion
The kush rolled in the bluntin and they puffin on the stuffin
From second hand, might be high by the time I ride out
Huntin for some grubbin and this fancy place I eyed out
Stepped in lookin like we off Cain no Abel
Feelin so unstable but I'm
Eatin Fettuccine Alfredo with my elbows on the table
I don't pay fares or play fair, I like to live Laissez
Fair enough my character be free but no AJ
Ease the mind, leave the binds, unless they Amanda
All that and a bag chips just layed up in Atlanta
Eatin lobsters, who formally worked as dancers
Ballin like AI bet you know the answer
But really I'm just kickin, killin while time tickin
Livin while light dippin out the backdoor in the kitchen
I'm just sittin, watchin shows til its time to rock a show
Knock em sock em hot with flows for chicks flier then Gotham hoes
I mean why should I stop it though tryna become a topic bro
So coolin in the tropicals really become possible
Cruisin in the Caribbeans
With interchangeable woman like Aunt Vivian
Fantasies got me feelin unstable
Livin in a fable
Eatin Fetticcine Alfredo with my elbows on the table
With my elbows up, don't care, I ain't goin no where
Doin what I want, til a nigga hangin with BasedGod, so rare
Elbows up, care less, never catch me bare stress
Kick back, sick naps, don't really matter if my hair mess
I'm cool, watchin DBZ
Feelin like Frieza, blowin all the green
Like Namek the planet but never panic
Cuz life has up and downs like manic
No need to stretch it depress it I keep on groovin bro
Music is the movement that I'll try to keep on doin so
Improvin, each step relieve stress, I'm free
My piece of mind in peace, it's time to for me to be
I'm a modern day renaissance man
With the essence of adolescence still flexin so ever present
This for the niggas stressin over a text message
Sent to they ex with os next to the exes
Just relax, until my next hit
Elbows up, truthfully be my lesson
No stressin, live each day like its a blessin
Til we restin in heaven do something that feels refreshin
Until everyone feel stable
Eatin Fetticcine Alfredo
I'm like dumb Ed, gravy and mash potatoes
With my elbows on the
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5. |
Cooler
02:07
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(Prod. James Business)
I'm in the city that never sleeps cuz slumber is for the weak
Strollin down the street lookin for some to eat or somethin for under sheets
Sheesh I'm gettin geeked cuz this week I'm tryna live up to the peek and uh
Prolly puff some weed, promise to keep it secret uh
Mackin with this queen, intentions of only freakin her
Don't judge me, edge rougher then rugby
Not drownin in money but enough to keep my pockets sunny
Honey, chill with me near the sea
Or the bleeder seats or an eaterie
With you I'm tryna be, at least for right now
Cuz the future is a mystery, so pipe down
And enjoy the sight sound, see what you believe
And the sky is the limit, so reach as you please
Its the bees and knees to satisfy your needs
Until your knee deep in a heep you wanna heave
Ho, live on the line like free throws
Ready to jet like Tebow
Tryna find a freak ho, who handle balls like Nurse Joy
To get my head hot til it hurts boy
Don't judge, not a time to hold grudge
It's time to stay cool, and time to show love
Not tryna be chauvinistic, nor live like a statistic
Just takin what I'm givin and use it as a ballistic
And launch, blast off, team rocket
Away from these cats with money on they logic
Cuz I'm cooler, then the son of King Cold, brother of Frieza
Bumpin King Cole with the soul, of an old geezer
The sole leader, of my own life, and my zone tight
So til I'm zoned out, I lead the way of my own life
You know I'm, (cooler), right
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6. |
The Interlude
02:40
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(Prod. James Business)
Everybody stand in attendance the menace is back from Venice
With a wet flow goes in the middle of the sentence
And he spittin fresh cuz the dentist
With a loud mix like the tenant is an unruly chemist
Beat is my medi, cine, so I get in on the double like Noah's Ark
Eatin some veni, son, spittin on this art leave it dearly depart
Now watch it come back after martyr even harder, with a pimp slash zombie walk
Welcome back Kotter, nice talk then I draw yah to another zone like chalk
Take you to another zone you zonin roamin
Better luck findin an A plus ronin
Better luck findin fightin a roman with the core of Conan
And tactics of a Trojan
Now watch me catch these kids, attention
Get my twitter mentions, up
Higher then the wright's brothers greatest invention
Or Bill Gates pension, yup
And with no luck I'm a first round pick
Cuz this verse sound sick, yuck
Please and best believe
Jers always sunny so suck Ds
Plug in the word, choose your own adventure
My favorite book series, nigga
Ballin like lifetime Y member
Shootin those threes with fury, nigga
Fear me, nigga, pardon my french
Try to keep it clean but I gotta stay mean
I aint tryna be that nigga clappin hard on the bench
Tryna run the team an lean green machine
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7. |
The Golden Boy
04:29
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(Prod. INFNTLP)
Hello America pardon the interruption
Tryna make somethin in this world full of corruption
With crooked cops and they bluffin they Superbad and Mclovin
Tryna keep it truckin but losers lackin the trustin
Still I hustle and bustle until I sprout
The muscle to bounce the struggle, then I'm out
On my way to make pay before mayday
From kickin like Pele in pay less and eatin paydays
Used to be like AKs, never jam
So I spray spit to get on every mic stand
Might land in Tokyo with Toriyama and fam
Eatin tariyaki like Kobiyashi withstands
Wanna hear my name in demand man
Wanna hear my name in demand
Sayin you the man, a Dexter to Mandark
Distracted by the double ds while sippin a land shark
Still I keep on going
Monday to Sunday keep on flowin
Hopin one day that the people gon know him
Still I keep on going
Threw mundane Mondays one day I'll show em
One day I'm golden
Hello America, welcome to verse two
Let me see what these words do
The powers in the purse and the purse is held by the pussy
Maybe I'm talkin females or money that overlook me
I'm a rookie, a pawn in front of kings
Rollin L's in the night til the fat lady sings
Skipped the bishop just a hic up in my path
For the cream and a queen and my dream of livin fast
Lane crash don't wanna be a lame ass
So I trained my brain to unchain insane raps
Hit em with another rhythm, so they shout my name
Fresh Air and I'm here to get em, the money and the fame
The honey like Winny, not for nuetrons
Like Jimmy just layin on futons
Starin at the ceilin, seein Master P
No limits on Sistine masterpiece
So I keep on going
Monday to Sunday keep on flowin
Hopin one day that the people gon know him
Still I keep on going
Threw mundane Mondays one day I'll show em
One day I'm golden
Hello America, pardon the distortion
Give it a minute I'm foreboding
First the snare triple hit as I try this missile spit
Do it for the little kids who hear and try to riddle this
Rhythm, get em til the record skips
Remember in the other verse the flow was effortless
Now it's kinda difficult, rhyming just to fit the note
Forgettin the reason why I'm even spittin dope
When the beat has given up, why am I spittin tough
Smitten by wicked stuff that probably gon stitch em up
Still I keep on goin, as I'm dying with sound
Drag me through the ground so my body never found
Forgotten as a no one gettin shot by the shogun
Nobunaga Oda, shreddin up this shonen
Wont fade away like Yoda, I'm a force to be reckon
But let me cool off for a &second&
Then I'll keep on going
Monday to Sunday keep on flowin
Hopin one day that the people gon know him
Still I keep on going
Threw mundane Mondays one day I'll show em
One day I'm golden
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8. |
The Feel
03:44
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(Prod. James Business)
Let me paint the picture perfect at the party scene
Saw this hotty, with a body that kinda mean
Thought to approach, though I didn't know her
Or anyone, except a bro who called like red rover
Bein a loner, bidin my own time
The chick went sohcahtoa started to show signs
So I co signed, moved until we tangent
Blonde hair, looks out the planet like she Samus
Got nervous, quoted Captain Planet like
The power is mine, so take advantage for she vanish sight
Didn't say it, but I thought it
Then I asked how her day started
Awkward pause, followed by some laughin
Asked her what she planned to do after this
But quick she dipped and turned Casper
What a disaster
But she got me like
She got me feelin the feelings I shouldn't feel like
She got me feelin the feel, got me like
Let me paint the picture perfect at another party scene
Couple weeks from the last time shorty seen
Lookin mean, I mean I gotta hurry
A shot of liquid confidence, vision gettin blurry
Almost losin consciousness, suck it up like Kirby
I move, like Lil Wayne I ain't got no worries
Sorry for the wait, my time I dedicate
You're not a human being, you a star from outta space
My feelings got no ceiling, without doubt
You got me thirsty, help me out of the drought
Tryna hit this hook line sinker into your thinker
Tryna get my turn fore you turn like a blinker
In your Foreman grill before four men start swarmin
Formin like Voltron, come together and close in
We got chemistry down to the protons
Hidden potential like Gohan, you got me like
She got me feelin the feelings I shouldn't feel like
She got me feelin the feel, got me like
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9. |
Catallus
03:38
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(Prod. INFNTLP)
Now tell me if you felt this way
The love that you thought took off from the start
Left a dart in your heart now you lost in the dark
Without even a spark
Drowned by dismay
Dismal, she had yah blood rushin just from her dimples
Simple mathematics, she plus you equal more then Craftmatic
Got feelin crack addict, and the drug was her
But she left you soul cracked what bad savage
She hacked and slashed like DMC
Took a samurai sword and made half and half
Of thee MC who speakin with the catalyst of Catullus
Lets be honest Lesbia you need to stop attracting us
Distracting us from our quest of love
I mean there's the final boss but you mess us up
My princess right there but you embodying bowser
Bullying my body tryna bust through the tower
Cower in fear you Bill Cohwer and steel
My love then made a shield with powers of feel
Lings, that linger from my finger
Now I'm stuck in the thinker
Probed in the pose, the prose that arose is this flow that I show
And it goes how this goes
But nobody knows the trouble I've seen
In seventeen years of livin in a dream
I've had nightmares, life stare right through my soul
Might care maybe not but I'm tellin so
This my talent show, laugh if you want
This my talent show, clap if you want
But I know while half of em front, I'm tryna be blunt
Now tell me if you felt this way
The love that you thought took off from the start
Left a dart in your heart now you lost in the dark
Without even a spark
Shot you in your face hole, shocked and you distasteful
Waste of space wait in place now you hateful
Go ahead take a plateful
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10. |
FF-Fresh
03:01
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(Prod. James Business)
I feel like I'm
Trapped in the Capital wasteland
Fresh out the vault with a mic in my waistband
Fightin eight bandits wrapped in ace bandages
Who wait, bearin bags bigger then Santa is
Sorry mate, gotta dash quick
Kid about to start a stampede like Vash did
So wit my Tri force and my Tri gun, I run
No need to die when the story just begun
That was the prequel, now on to the main event
Fresh to my left with a 40 no lent
Reality to my right revvin up for the fight
This gonna be a good night
Pardon my insanity bout to reach an epiphany
Dodgin shots from Yosemite more like he keep on missin me
Still count it as a victory, to raise my vanity
Welcome to my, Final Fantasy
I'm lost in this world of weed money and girls
Thieves honeys and Gs who be huntin for pearls
Leave me in dust so much I don't trust
So I'm stuck
And lost, lost in this world of drug money
And honeys who play trick like bugs bunny
So what's funny, this kid stuck on this planet see
So this my final fantasy
I feel like I'm
Trapped in a deadman's wonderland
With the son of sam throwin bands hunnid grands
And rob van dam is throwin hands poppin bands
Rockin brands Stunnaman manufactured for his fam
Damn, livin life to the maximum
For diamonds and pearls like Pokemon Platinum
With the swag Ash Catch wit a snap back
That the mad hat would try snatch back
And I'm takin shots to head like courier seven
Sippin til I'm slippin in a coma visitin heaven
Kissin on these vixens with lips like Jynx
And mix light pink into my diet til I spin like Link
And chicks like Sphinx, goddess who got on they knees
The hottest acknowledge for college
Plus a scholarship if she spreads like hollow tips
Man I'm losin it
My mind sick influenza is the influence
I'm losin it
Got myself askin who is this
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11. |
Who, Me?
03:55
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(Prod. INFNTLP)
Its the
Logical illogical prototype of the prodigal
Possible impossible over height of the obstacle
Over hype and unstoppable, huh
Solar light for the tropicals, huh
Its the maniacal mad man damn somethin like Hannibal
Or Rob Van Dam reppin the Taliban
The truth you can't handle, unless you hollowin Heineken
Better swallow the good like its Flintstones vitamins
I'm vital to survival you hatin then catch a tidal
We wavin at all the rivals, praisin cuz we the idols
Of America, they stare at us
Maybe spilled somethin on my character
Whatever, whip it off when I'm done
With this last sip of rum
Um, I'm slicin any opponent
Dicin em like dole pineapple components
Accurate like masochist who masterin the practices
Assassin who's passionate pacifist slashin acronyms
Pass the spliff after this last splash of fifth
Someone grab my keys cuz I might crash my vic
Nah nigga I'm straight
Nah nigga I'm straight
Cool, its the new fool here to Yugioh duel you
Watchin blue clues yellin soo woo who knew
That the impeccable personification of perfect
Would step to the decibels just to sonically hurt it
Sorry, you my next victim
In your eardrum, with this rhythm
With a kick and a snare I ensnare
Impaired in my trap unprepared
Unparallelled to anyone on this giant carousel
Called earth I dirt jerks berserk
My sins akin to Aku from Samurai, Jack
Stabbin niggas who fly, like the phantom eye
Panic attack, then bring em down like a Xanax
In fact I banish wack from my planet
I'm that nigga, don't pardon my offense
My spree startin to commence
I'm a dog that's barkin, keep it live like LARPin
Seekin lies they talkin, greetin guys with a coffin
With this concoction that I'm coughin up
Boss stuff, cross us get crossed up
Hip hop Jamal Craw I'm raw they all fall
Or follow the leader I'm peter pan in your speaker
Ban me from features I ether any competer
Corrupt computer screens with screams of a fiend creature
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12. |
Stay
05:25
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(Prod. James Business)
So its late night, cruisin, don't know what I'm doin
Pedal to the medal, feel I should be movin
As I merge on Jers turnpike
But the traffic heavy metaphor for my life
Line shorter then some designer skorts
I want that Scorsese, the finer sorts
I slow down, metaphor for mind exhorts
And put the Lincoln in park like Minor forts
I'm fascinated whats the aspirations of an apparition
Life's a dead man's wonderland, I'm contemplatin conversations
So I wrote the song and dropped on this compilation
The connotation of my fadin concentration
Waning in the wind now It's rainin
Metaphor of somethin in my head I can't explain it
And my best friend feelin pain, but he hasn't told me
I hope that things work out, and he never lonely
I hope he stay in my life, so everyday Ima fight
Til our nights lookin bright, outshinin the strife
And pray that we reach to the lights
And we released from the fright
But now, I gotta turn my ignition
Cuz there's somethin in my brain that's missin so that's my mission
To find it, but I don't know what it is
Do I need to magnify or is it somethin big
Ridin with an addicts eye twitchin as the atoms fly
Tickin til the end of existence
Cryin why the victims die livin in this vicious lie
Tickin til the end of existence
Maybe I missed the point, got thrown out at home
That's why niggas kiss the joint, to slow down they dome
This that late night, lying in my bed type
Head wonderin bout little things I said like
I hate you I love you, I'm below, I'm above you
Self depreciation might take over the nation
Or worse, the planet might implode from all of the hatin
Troubles we facin, leave us down in the pavement
Dug up when our bones lookin ancient
Aaah, apply the brakes before reachin a dire fate
Die in a fire place sparked by a liars waist
Liar liar arsonist, close your eyes and cross your lips
Cross your heart, hope to die with a spark
Please say your stayin
I don't know what I'm sayin
I'm on my six candy cigarette, I'm filled with stress
Sadness seep out my silhouette
While niggas sleep on the dog like a pillow pet
But I know if bars bringin hate then I'm still threat
Well, just assume I was before I wrote this
Body plagued like the locus that swarmed because of Moses
I'm losin focus, hope the foes don't notice
Hope I can survive in a world that feels bogus
I wanna fold em, hand in the poker chips
Not suicide, but I feel that I'm emotionless
And that hurts my emotions, ironic
While the world pass me by supersonic
And the snakes made of rock like onyx
Makes me want to drown my pain in a gin and tonic
While my peers pop pills more adderall in the catalog
Takin more til they matter fall
I hope I stay sane, stay safe
And stay great, stay based
I say grace to save face
For my life after this insane place
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13. |
The City
04:16
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(Prod. INFNTLP)
One man, chosen, purely based on emotion
Pearly gates are approachin but this man stay chill
Frozen, even though bells signal the omen
Give a moment before this man lay skill
Real, realer then most, on a pill overdose
Of life, out doin work every night
But the power, it fills up the host
But that's really a hoax cuz the sinister never right
He screams your a lie, with fire in his eyes
Passion in his cries, that tears the shallow sky
And from the hallow men you hear
Fear from their throats, appears that they choked
On they own words, and it's clear
Who the real victor will be
With the will and build to out power the sea
He sees the area to seize it
Victory so close he can taste touch and can breathe it
Then breathe out, remember who it did for
The people who couldn't last a minute more
The person who got stopped short of the glor
The man who got court ordered before
The woman with the tears drippin off her gown
The child who got bullied but never let out a sound
Do it for the innocent buried beneath the ground
So profound, he said
I do it for the city
Put your hands up if you wit me
Do it for the town you know that I hold it down
Stay grounded til I'm six feet
Stay profound til I'm mince meat
Hope you miss me
Hope you miss me
When the day become
Eyes gettin shifty, he raise the weapon of choice
A mic, a speaker and the effort of voice
Hoisted in the air without care
And the heads of the heirs begin to get moist
You scared, I bet you scared now
Said by the man who commanded the crowd
A rush of energy in a swoop it flared
They all stared, then the fans they got loud
Praisin him like Ra, no radium the stadium
Blaisin up with awe, struck by the man amazin them
Raisin the spirits like he wrote the necronomicon
Faster then if Usian Bolt practiced the Ramadan
Heart rushin, blood pumpin, thinkin in his head don't let em go
Crowd hushin, eyes jumpin, lookin at the heaven just to let him know
This how the story go, one final stare
Took a breathe of air, and said
I do it for the city
Put your hands up if you wit me
Do it for the town you know that I hold it down
Stay grounded til I'm six feet
Stay profound til I'm mince meat
Hope you miss me
Hope you miss me
When the day become history
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14. |
The Beginning
03:42
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(Prod. INFNTLP)
Check this young nigga, product of one nigga
And a spouse, the two and a house
With a brother, through thick and thin
We built to win even if down in the gutters
Hello mother lover its that nigga that you never knew
Feelin like the steam off the top when the kettle move
Rise, as the sun shine in the horizon
And I take shots at stars like Orion
Start my gaiden, side stories that shape the life
Of a wide eyed guy who tryna make it right
A little insight, from a kid who was blinded
By pressure and pleasure my forehead played Poseidon
Now I've molded to a diamond
I'm the one like Neo in the Highlands
Now silence, let the preacher spit the ether
Be eager as the leader bring the speaker
My message, live life never second guess it
You only die once its the motto nigga rep it
You only die once, put YODO in my photos
So my mind grow sharper then the sword of Miyamoto
Musashi, learned a lesson from Kakashi
Cover your eyes from people you shouldn't copy
Got me
Check this one nigga, product of one nigga
And a town, that kept me in the ground
Used to be fake to myself not others
Fabricatin falsehoods had my fate in the gutters
Wanted to change, on the inside I wished I
Didn't sit at home and played games all the time
Didn't sit at home and watch anime
Did it anyway, now I'm this man today
And now I'm proud, used to look down on myself
Now I look up at the sky there's a fountain of wealth
Now I stand tall with pride, problems they subside
Shinobi smoke, ghost, in a blink of an eye
Out of sight out of mind, that's really out of sight
Used to be filled with fright by little things in life
But the nights, inspired the squire to write the pages
Ignited the fire that brought rage to the sages
To erase it, no time for waste, gotta
Increase the pace take spots with my grace
Then vacate my savings for a vacation
And live it frame by frame like claymation
Ah, playmakin, what a playmaker do
And makin do, for the life I'm a make it through
Before I'm ripped dead in a ditch
I'll try to do somethin with this
And I ain't done nothin, til I meet Felicia Day
Til I meet Stephen Curry, til I meet Shad K
Til I meet Donald Glover, til I meet Ken Griffey
Til I meet Will Smith in a bar lookin spiffy
Til I meet teh pwnerer, til I meet Toriyama
Til I meet Mac Miller no drama just smokin scama
Til I meet, everyone who stood out they seat
The first time they heard me speak
Peace
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