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Thru the midst of vandalism on
Congressional homes,
Had the idea of jackpots,
Forced myself thru the padlock,
Lookin for jewels, but i ain’t know for the
Life of me,
Why Nancy Pelosi owned a copy of Turner Diaries,
Birth of a Nation the biblical,
I tried to warn the folks thru the rhymes
But they told me i was too lyrical,
Fell many times and got up with a stammer,
Taste of blood in my mouth like
I’m Armie Hammer,
Be enamored by audacity,
Careful not to morph it to brutality,
Waded to the war by those
Who challenge me
Google me, uh,
Only time you on the net is
When you google me, huh,
Left the brawl unscathed,
It was two against one,
Channel 3,
Woman said she missin two of her sons,
Foolish of them,
Thought they knew we Huey New with the
Guns,
Black power gunpowder
Takin all of our funds,
Smoother than the flow of the
Blood of the ones that killed for me,
Intercepted by lead to the
Vascular facilities,
Ochre on my folks as they tote
The strength of an oak,
Okra, rice with the beans
As i sat and took notes,
Arbitrariness in arbitrage,
Economics a mirage,
The dollar got you niggas
Down for the count, no Asajj,
Izzy vs Costa,
You niggas weak in the legs
Lori Lightfoot,
Two left feet dancin with feds,
How you ten toes?
Hungry mothers scammin offa Venmo,
Pay pal a visit if she locked like
Rapunzel,
Let down ya locs on my opps,
I’m no prince,
Bicentennial abuse,
Even compliments make me wince,
In this race towards God,
They winnin due to they privilege,
Shots make em fumble the dub
Like 4Kids,
Niggas been sayin that the pen
Is mightier,
That don’t explain the stab wounds
In my back after enlightenment,
Demons haunt the solidarity of
All the righteous men
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2. |
One Meal A Day Type Beat
02:33
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said he was a killer but
he twistin up the narrative,
he only pulled the trigger cause
he handled it with carelessness,
bullets didnt kill em so
he died from the embarrassment,
glock made that nigga hip hop,
Mr. Herrimen,
if you knew that nigga was a bitch
then why you marry em,
plus he a bum so
there wasn’t no inheritance,
noodle ass niggas be afraid of the contact,
talkin from the gram cause they
aint with the combat,
tryna hide his face in his hoodie,
head down when he walkin,
cause last week he got hit
for the talkin,
lookin up a different place to live,
he can’t afford it so he tryna get away with
not payin for his kids,
shawty in designer,
she scammin for all kinda pay
that devil that wear prada be
proud of me like im hathaway,
brodie shit was laced so now he
hulkin off the gamma ray,
never beat his demons now he
treated like a castaway,
chalked the 40 hour
started rappin for the better pay,
so niggas like my brodie could
try and find them a better way,
told the opps im one with the Gods,
so when they shot,
all the bullets went around me
and they got hit with the ricochet,
niggas really sleezin,
hope they stop breathin,
he aint get the shot
now he rash like measles,
*bop bop bop bop*
sit ya ass down,
you is not hot, nonstop,
shittin on you clowns,
pack like the man
but i still pack a punch,
straight from the gutta but
lookin like lush,
beggin for music
im like whats the rush,
all these rappers be pushin they shit
and it sucks,
“Guess who i saw?”
Bitch i don’t care,
Im tryna fuck if you wasn’t aware,
How you the homie and you wasn’t there,
Zoomin in on my pics like
“I was right there”
have his momma singin a church song
tell her get over it,
he was doomed when he came out
the womb,
and it aint no peace in the tomb,
have the goons pour vinegar on
the flowers so they never could bloom,
matter fact he won’t even get buried,
left the body in the trunk,
they tryna find the car like
“Hurry down to Murray’s”,
yeah they fuckin with kid like
a furry,
bitch i came from the dirt,
so don’t be askin why im doin em dirty
said he was a killer but
he twistin up the narrative,
he only pulled the trigger cause
he handled it with carelessness,
bullets didnt kill em so
he died from the embarrassment,
glock made that nigga hip hop,
Mr. Herrimen,
if you knew that nigga was a bitch
then why you marry em,
plus he a bum so
there wasn’t no inheritance,
noodle ass niggas be afraid of the contact,
talkin from the gram cause they
aint with the combat,
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3. |
Fuck The Nordic Model
02:53
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Little nigga where they do that,
If we feel blue then we move with the mac,
Count down from two then
We move to attack,
Burberry trenches secludin the gat,
Niggas be beggin to
Be on my tracks,
Took out his verse cause that
Nigga was whack,
He aint retreat, he retrievin the strap
You got till 10 till
That nigga come back
He whistleblow like a dolphin,
Now that boy swimmin with Darwin,
Why you cosplayin like you comin
Straight out the Mansion,
Little nigga you outta Narberth,
Gang full of crackas like Caleb McLaughlin,
Jumpin you niggas release my endorphins,
Put you in check like
A Nike endorsement,
Niggas be bitches, they anthropomorphic,
Fuck on his bitch while his
Sister record it,
I dropped the album and nobody bought it,
Pain that reside in my spirit be endless,
Stole from a elderly white,
Im a menace,
Dont give a fuck if you niggas offended,
We just spit fire on his block
Then reversed it and did it again,
Niggas thought it was Tenet,
Fuck the United States military,
Ima walk on the premise and slap
All the generals
All the niggas that glorify the
Troubled life of the ghetto ain’t
Never seen dead bodies,
Nigga thought he was gang till
The cops made that shit all fall down,
Now he tellin it thru the wire,
Niggas pressin on me for a bitch and
Be sendin me threats and be lyin bout gunfire,
All my shootas gon shoot, is you stupid,
Dont pull it out if
You aint finna use it
Pussy so scared that his mind is diluted,
Thought he saw me at his family reunion,
Take niggas soul and then send that shit up,
Wont come back down,
Nigga fuck Isaac Newton,
Ran in his crib then
We robbed and we looted,
Sent to his fam with the fingers included,
Rest of the shit we gon sell,
You can only get it in one place like
A datpiff exclusive,
Did the same shit to his bitch so
She wont feel excluded,
Im an equal opportunist,
Them bullets spread like a rumor,
Might leave a hole in his head bout
The size of tumor,
Kill a nigga daddy feel like Akuma,
Teach you how to hustle
Feel like a tutor,
Opps steady thinkin we cool
I’m just settin you up for a murder like
Army recruiters
Where they do that,
If we feel blue then we move with the mac,
Count down from two then
We move to attack,
Burberry trenches secludin the gat
Niggas be beggin to
Be on my tracks,
Took out his verse cause that
Nigga was whack,
He aint retreat, he retrievin the strap
You got till 10 till
That nigga come back
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Operation Cyclone
03:31
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Warnin you, move wisely,
All of my shootas 50/40/90,
Aye,
I put a price on a mark,
Homies was sellin that Reggie,
They movin up flippin Birds,
Shotty got kick like its Nash,
Shoot with one leg like im Dirk
Heard you niggas got mob ties,
One hand on the piece and
The other on the curly fries,
Whole bando messed up,
Red on the white tee, don’t know
If its blood or ketchup,
Got snatched by the feds,
And they got to his head,
Paid back with Popeyes,
That was his last meal,
Blood spilled,
Lived by the fry and he died
By the french fries,
That’s tragic,
Nemesis tryna do business
He told me my hittas do way too
Much damage,
Put 50k in the Benz to atone for
His sins,
Nigga thought i was catholic,
I put the skull of my opps
On a t-pain chain, little nigga that’s fashion,
Showed up to court with the bling
But im still finna sing,
“i dont know what happened”,
Know you don’t get into that,
Know you as the diplomat,
Know you as the type to kill em softly
Like a democrat,
Tried to go full metal when you
Couldn’t bring ya homie back,
Went and grabbed that Nina
But you tuck her when they shootin (aye!)
Hold the toast close like a slow dance,
When you kiss the barrel,
It’ll be ya last romance, uh,
You keep tellin niggas that
The piece jammed,
But you got the shit last week,
You is no man, uh
How you sayin 2021 is ya year
When you owe a mothafucka like 10 grand, uh,
Told me that you will but ya won’t, aye
Pussy nigga puttin on a show, aye
Who lyin?
Who dyin?
Who shot ya?
Who cryin?
Who lackin?
You can try if you wanna
Pack spliff, half wits,
Whack you for the bonus,
Know some niggas with some warrants,
Way before they got diplomas,
Im the axis, active,
Spill you like granola,
Niggas be frontin like they woke,
.45 be they melatonin,
Niggas is not safe,
I ball out no fetty,
Walkin round Saks Fifth and
I’m tryna remember if
Shawty said Fendi or Fenty,
My apparatus don’t do rap shit,
They be drillin that shit like its trendy,
One to the headie, and two with the remy,
Ya boy gettin hit like
Farmers in New Dehli,
She never iffy, her hand on the blicky
So im tryna 69 if you ready,
Twirl till he dizzy, by chance if we miss it,
We spinnin the record to redo the medley,
Revenant grizzly, they crossin like Bibby
I get the bulldog, Killian Tille
I’m tryna channel the balance,
3.9 but the hood know i’m gallant,
Thief in the night to relieve
All the plight,
We in black like the silhouette challenge,
Niggas is loud mouth,
Had to silence the lamb,
He aint value the valiance,
Know that i value the violence,
Zoom and i zap me a Zionist,
I brought the hood to the lion’s den,
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Murder Mark Cuban Then Hide Away In Cuba
Fuck is you talkin bout,
Niggas tryna revolt for
The fuckin clout,
I be ready to shoot for my
Brothers,
You trypophobic, you afraid of
A hunnid rounds,
King of fighters and king of the
Underground,
Never fold when executives
Come around,
Intellectual property just be a
Robbery,
Tryna keep niggas in poverty,
Shots finna hurt a nigga heart,
Like a prenup,
Hole in his chest bout the width
Of a C cup,
Black janitors at the Capital,
Watch me clean up,
Crush ya clavicle have you coughin,
General Grievous,
Trauma from Maafa,
Lord knows I ain’t with the talkin, aye,
Misbalance of power,
I bridge the gap like a comma, aye,
Calmer than the tides when
They come in waves with the weapons,
Smiled while i shot like
“We Need to Talk About Kevin”,
Lil Z’e with the hand cannon,
If we cant touch you then guarantee
That ya mans damaged,
I had to hop off the porch
And rip off the damn bandage,
Wouldn’t be rappin if it wasn’t for
That disadvantage,
Niggas violent in my replies,
I usually disregard em,
I can’t be afraid of a nigga tweetin
Bout Lori Harvey,
Panoramic visions of Blackness,
That’s why the hood adore me,
Crackas steady tryna pan Africans
Like they Marcus Garvey,
Made peace with the opps
And then I robbed em,
I’m a hypocrite,
Said she never fucked a communist,
But now she diggin it,
Old bitch tellin me that i been
Different since when we was kids,
Asked me what that’s all about
I said that’s that Flo Milli shit,
Trend savvy, been savage,
I salvaged the relics from insurrection,
Live lavish, get ravaged,
I balance the rage from my abjection,
Bids perish, kids vanish,
God finna purge my opps like disinfectant,
So many shots to the back of his mind
That the lead feel like it’s a retrospective,
All of you my sons,
Feel like, Idi Amin,
Blade thru his lungs,
Feel like, COVID-19
Glock got a stalk,
Ima, keep it a bean,
Have em runnin from them shots
Like a fuckin vaccine,
Swear it aint enough just to say
You niggas is lackin,
How you cupid shufflin with
The niggas that killed ya daddy,
All my homies recommend that you
Keep the piece in the caddy,
But i keep in my khakis,
She think i’m tryna get nasty
Lil Z’e with the hand cannon,
If we cant touch you then guarantee
That ya mans damaged,
I had to hop off the porch
And rip off the damn bandage,
Wouldn’t be rappin if it wasn’t for
That disadvantage
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I’m Tryna Sweet Chin Music Adrien Zenz
Hear my new shit better turn it up,
All on the blocks of the pigs and
The murderers, aye
Once a thief, always a burglar
Witness the horn of the land
In a tourniquet, aye
They keep sayin ima learn from it,
Don’t got no choice cause i
Never could run from it, aye
Stay in the crib for the summer,
And don’t provoke niggas that carry
A gun on em, aye
Breed of a God,
City of strife,
Hit with a left,
Pray he alright,
Fuck with the gang,
Earnin ya stripes,
Shit be deeper than a
Stereotype,
Death be hittin like a
Meteorite,
They be Chikatilo over property rights,
He was teethin when he
Caught em a body,
Breedin a killer like Grisha,
Got feds in my dms the profile
Dont got no picture,
Gun was too dirty so bro had to toss it,
But he be tossin in the bed cause
He miss her,
Got to attached to the killin,
He movin stupid like Z, Y, X, W
You better lay low,
Fight the order like Bobby Sands
But i’m movin like Bobby Johnson
With potatoes, uh
Felons during antebellum bedlam,
Fuck yo statue,
Stomped em out in front his bitch,
He beggin for a redo,
Left em in the ICU with scars
That you cant undo,
And we’ll come pull the plug
To make sure he don’t pull through,
Horses pull the wagon cross the street
From where you bank through,
They know that im gung ho
Ain’t gotta be no gumshoe,
A&Rs like, “Stop the politics”
And I’m like “fuck you”,
I can’t sell my soul cause
You can’t put price tag my uhuru
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8. |
Prison Riot
02:40
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Automatic, 100 shots
Towards the dogmatic,
All static, for the niggas that be
Thinkin they could reform fascist,
While we itchin they be bitchin
About the wrong matters,
Guerrilla War tactics,
You either fight for the truth
Or you bitch about a truce,
Momma ain’t raise no slouch,
‘09 Gaddafi, yellin “fuck yo couch!”,
Pastel Blues in the South,
No bootstraps but a boot in ya mouth,
Booksmarts never put food
In the house,
Yellin with you crackas never
Got the bombs outta
Afghan, Libya, Vietnam or Laos,
Thirst for the blood,
Leavin homes in a drought,
First sight of love was the death
Of a pig,
Fuck with my cuz cause he did
What he did,
If you ain’t with the shits,
Then solidarity’s nothin but a fib,
School of the virtuous,
Hurt whoever hurtin you,
If they throwin dirt on you,
Bury em,
Never let the propaganda
Flurry you,
Unlearn till you’re relearnable,
Get to thinkin
“What would Kwame do?”,
Promise they’ll be proud of you,
African this ya callin,
Every challenge surmountable
African this ya callin,
Every challenge surmountable
African this ya callin,
Every challenge surmountable
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