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LAUGH WITH GOD
04:15
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All of my bars come like bricks
Like a wall of beige
Like king tuts grave
Remember when we was slaves
Fuck that remember we was rich
When a nigga would die for jumping on a wave
I’m stacking ships
Niggas in chains lose they brains can’t fathom this
We all ran the yards but the field ain’t that
Can’t feel don’t trip can’t deal no cap
No trap it’s red hats on heads like Fred Durst can you feel that drip
Niggas think I killed a man I might be Fred Merc this Bohemian Rap
Cause they can’t see me running for longer man this rep hurts
The steel go blat to protect my name or lose life whatever comes first
Please don’t talk to me
I need privacy
I got problems see
That money can’t fix probably
All of the demons on top of me
Like jenga of prophecy
The state look at we like property
I don’t need no sympathy
I just need my symphony
Bad broads to sing for me
Who knows who they’ll send for me
All my granny’s dead
But the gang will sin for me
That shit an epiphany
One day your heroes die
Who gon slide they enemies
Tell me how they remember thee
I was moving fast because my blood was killing me
Was moving cripple and can’t bang bigger C
Like the niggas that jumped ship in verse 1
Running the sands underwater where hurricanes come from
This is god body, we gotta return to earth huh
Will they think of gold when I’m sleeping in the dirt what’s the worth
I need a hunnid Cubans when my times done
What your name is when the pine come
I gotta laugh with God
Let this cycle be the last one
As I look at your grave
All this weight on my bones
Tears under my fade
You done went home
Smoking on this pain
I got these texts on my phone
I look in your daughters eyes
Nigga you lied
How the fuck we supposed to explain that you died
Days past from 35
You told me I was the light and I had to sit with that
You said you’d take care of yourself and you didn’t try
Two tours in Iraq you survived
Came back to the states and felt trapped by the guise of
American dreams, so Robb niggas was the life
Robbers was for you, it was funny I surmised
That our time was limited, but Pi day was a surprise
When I heard my mama screaming 7:49
I asked what was wrong and the answer made me cry
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2. |
BAD NEWS
02:26
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They say the mind change like the moon do
My mind change up like the moon view
My grind change up like a fool do
Shake the cup till the brim like a monsoon
Trying to stay black and die as a Zulu
But wave make you shift like Cthulhu
Peep the mirror will the fame go and change you
Rather see my brains have the range of a sun roof
Move lil nigga let the sun thru
I can never go to sleep when the sun do
It’s the delay that I peep like I’m Sun Tzu
Peep the Opal in my grill that’s the Bluetooth
High tide new mind what would you do
Paint the road with a grey coupe
Change lanes like my mind do
Change frames like I can’t find you
Pens and needles move me like it’s voodoo
All the rings on a nigga like a Hulu
All the rings on me like it’s Saturn
Spinning like Sonic it’s a circles that we move thru
What do you do when feelings fall thru
When you go will your niggas still call you
When I go will they wait to for a text back
I hope you know that this is still all you
Till then we out for blood like it’s SuWuu
Escargot for anyone that pursue you
Till we rich and niggas wanna sue you
That was the plan that was the plan
I popped a xan to Cage the animal like the zoo do
You ever wonder what happened to the cool you
Thoughts I think late for my own wake
Make sure you put a real nigga in a cool hue
Cause I look for trouble in moonlight
Nothing to lose, I'mma hit roads if the moves right
Heart on my sleeve, hoodie on me, it's a cool night
Down with my demons, in it I'm leaning hoping the hues bright
They say the mind change like the moon do
My mind change up like the moon view
My grind change up like a fool do
Shake the cup till the brim like a monsoon
Trying to stay black and die as a Zulu
But wave make you shift like Cthulhu
Peep the mirror will the fame go and change you
Rather see my brains have the range of a sun roof
Imma let my soul flow thru the room
Like salt in the wound
Like cracks in boon
Bones crack when it booms
Squad tight like naps when it’s June
Not naps in bed but head
Like maps in the braids
I’ll come back for you soon
I feel like a runaway slave
Ran laps in this pain
Pain lapse like the moon
Cycle back to the sky
We all gotta die
Why did you go so soon
Thoughts in my mind
I cannot recline
We was supposed to be womb to the tomb
I feel like I cracked another tooth
Spitting all these damn bars about you
Puff another jay get to levitate
Why we so fascinated with doom
If I get the moves right
I look blue in the moonlight
But the sunflowers keep me so warm inside, warm inside
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BLACK NATIONALIST/NRA
04:08
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5. |
NO LIMIT '97
03:19
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7. |
DURAG...an interlude
02:00
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8. |
WHEN I BECAME THE SUN
03:39
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IRREVERSIBLE
02:42
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Big steppa
Bag fulla pressure
Top never lesser
And I still feel like a villain
All these pains I’ve been living
All this pain what’s the limit
Money change up by the minute
All of these chains, I’m a menace
All of these chains, whats the penance
I done threw hands for forgiveness
All those nights I was tripping
I done cried for the pennant
I done died for these innings
Tell a loser where is his winnings
Can I cash out on these feelings
Cash out
I need a thrill for real
I need a pill to feel
Off a benz for real
I’m feeling geeked
I can’t compete
Until I feel a mil
Hit the alarm, what it’s worth,
This 9 to 5 really don’t work
I struggle for worth, what a price on a nigga
Before I ride around town in a hearse
Or covered in dirt
Like gold or gem with no cut
undersold since we hit birth
It feel like a curse
I studied the rappers and ballers
Cause doctors and lawyers ain’t dropping no shirts
Which cycle is worse?
I been looking for shade life ain’t been too sunny, huh
Tired of living bummy, huh
Tired of having my stummy tucked
Pucker up my pockets cause the duckets ain’t been coming bruh
Don’t come here with that funny stuff
Ben Richards if the stick is up
Streaming ain’t no real money this rapping shit ain’t paying bucks
Slave masters r’ us I think we already know the jig is up
We be selling trauma on these beats but who gon check for us
If they can’t get a check for us
This bout’ to get dangerous
Big steppa
Bag fulla pressure
Top never lesser
Step in like yessuh I mean
Big steppa
Bag fulla pressure
Top never lesser
Step in like yessuh I mean
What kind of tree could bear the strange fruit
What kind of evil would watch it take root
Watch them take you
String you up likes it’s gonna be me
Lemme break it down for the color blind who don’t see
Purple like an Apple that got too big for the branch
My aura bruised, so I’m enthused to light up stash
On the same hues as my blues, a lil red in hash
You can’t feel my pain so I don’t puff it and pass I just puff it and laugh
Homies catch the pump cause they was on the wrong gas
Death a funny thing cause they go someplace better
Now you crying wiping tears off your seaters
You homie face on a Gildan tell me that shit aint fucked
The one night you left your shit in the tuck
Divide and conquer expensive heat where it’s low income
That’s global warming then some serve it like dim sum
They owe us forty acres then some
We all broke when the rent come
Then we all broken, that's so damn dumb
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HUMAN
02:36
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I ain’t real I’m just human
Me myself and lies I’m just cruising
You was down on my name cause you was losing
Chase the money I’m too busy for the choosing
You screaming you real till you die where the point
Your pack in the air we got DHL in the joint
You identify as gangsta nah you just unemployed
Fucking with the boy
Paying for follows paying for views
Paying for streams only Biggs you ain’t paying is you
Smoking big cap / ness
Issa big lack / stress
Imma big dog
All I do is spit black
I’m up the block from where your wrist at
Fucking with me would you risk that
Yeah I’m a ride for the tit tat
Imma need all my licks back
Octopi with the arms huh yeah yeah
James Bond Octopussy with the charm huh yeah
Barack Obama on how I drop a bomb huh yeah yeah
Drone strike draco riding thru the palms
I’ve been down and out before
When you winning they don’t wanna talk the score
They wanna stand by you like a prop that’s for sure
Music shit is fake if you didn’t know so
9
Groove in silence
Thoughts been wilding
Suicidal
Autopilot
Dr. Kevorkian in the DeLorian
Wonder where we go when breaths are final
Mis
Under
Stood
Damn
Out in the world on my lonesome
But that loneliness belong to me
I just want to be the man
That I think I ought to be
Hollow tips in the clip, Batman and Robin cold frost
Play MF Doom in the whip I could never scare the hoes off
In the midnight hour wrecked my first shit when I dozed off
Girlfriend in passenger she lost the baby on the road dog
Sins of a father to be, new age outlaws
Dreams haunting me, it’s like I could never know soft
How to be tender, vulnerable in the booth
Like a Trump supporter drug by lies told by the tooth
You gon be the villain if someone living out their truth
So could you excuse what I do if you knew how I was so lost
Prolly not, we all got an agenda
Blood flow like dew in December
I put my thoughts in a blender
Then have my cake and eat it too but I’ll probably choke
Midas my waters, i rather give and go broke
I ain’t real I’m just human
Me myself and lies I’m just cruising
You was down on my name cause you was losing
Chase the money I’m too busy for the choosing
You screaming you real till you die where the point
Your pack in the air we got DHL in the joint
You identify as gangsta nah you just unemployed
Fucking with the boy
Paying for follows paying for views
Paying for streams only Biggs you ain’t paying is you
Smoking big cap / ness
Issa big lack / stress
Imma big dog
All I do is spit black
I’m up the block from where your wrist at
Fucking with me would you risk that
Yeah I’m a ride for the tit tat
Imma need all my licks back
Octopi with the arms huh yeah yeah
James Bond Octopussy with the charm huh yeah
Barack Obama on how I drop a bomb huh yeah yeah
Drone strike Draco riding thru the palms
I’ve been down and out before
When you winning they don’t wanna talk the score
They wanna stand by you like a prop that’s for sure
Music shit is fake if you didn’t know so
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