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[Co31801]
For real
It all started with the wheel
Till the wheelâs fall off
But the beats keep droppinâ
The fiends keep coppinâ they rocks God
And the rock stars sell souls whole while they CDâs floppinâ
From Crenshaw to
The made men boss-men
Ainât the only breed, cause the seeds breed profits
Like the knuckle royal blue
Just another from the crew
And you know who keep it true
We beat the streets, stompinâ
With the impact of Timb boots
Make the tin booths
Till itâs so damn hot, the AC canât stop it
Iâll be rockinâ like Iâm crazy
Microphone insane, imbrain
Iâm the same MC
Pocketâs full of lint balls
Maybe cause Iâm clutchinâ on my last dollar
Iâll a pop a collar without a penny to deposit
I was duckinâ paparazzi, kinfolk
While my kinfolk wanna treat me like a klutz
Like I rock a Neo-Nazi symbol
On my arm or somethinâ
And I ainât armed with nothinâ to dunk
Running from myself like my karmaâs cominâ for me
The homie rode to Philly with the indo
Trash-mouth in his glass house feelinâ holier than thou, huh
See Iâma smack a sucka mouth
We protect those
Kleptos
That jack a brotherâs style, foul rapper
Maybe he just another poser
Somebody should have told him that the masses run the town
We about to take it over
Scratch that, about to make it over
And snatch that poser out his crown
Hold it down
I hold it down
I hold it down
Co31801 chill; try to tell him shit is real
But he still dreaminâ
We in the film tryna kill demons
And still ? to god
While my squad gets praises, this the real Benz
I feel weakened by my need to change
Folks be hopinâ that I keep the same metamorphinâ
Power Range, extra foreign
How Iâm out to spend once again
Out to lunch while you barely wakinâ up
Brunch and takinâ up punches
I can out-face by the hundreds and the thousands
Feelinâ proud to be somethinâ in this day and age
Black and white, still a shade of grey
I used to be ashamed to say where I used to stay
When Iâm out the States
I was a slave not too long ago
King right before that
God of this planet now Iâm payinâ taxes
Killinâ my brother for a fuckinâ chain
When we were once in chains runninâ things
Shit is backwards
Feel the Wrath of Cain
I never listened to the Wrath of Kane
But I did bang No Vaseline
Itâs a shame where these mind-states keep us
Banginâ and slanginâ caine
Till the fiends noddinâ by the speakers
Crackinâ up, like Iâm laughinâ but Iâm really crass as fuck
Stackinâ books, I bought my Dad a Caddy truck
And my little sis a savvy bug like fuck Beatles
Fuckinâ with you, I love The Beatles
But they did jack my people
According to the laws that you make and the commandment you created
That shitâs illegal
So fuck a reparation, give me my royalties
Crowninâ the freedom to live royally
- Álbum:
- Titans In The Flesh
- Cheetah In The City
- Soul Amazing Part Three
- Soul Amazing Part Five (The Alchemist Edition)
- Hundred Dollar Beats
- Two Hundred Dollar Beats
- Soul Amazing (Part Two)
- Good to Be Home
- York
- Her Favorite Colo(u)r
- Open
- TheGodleebarnes LP
- Lifted (EP)
- Non-Album Releases
- NoYork!
- UCLA
- Atmosphere Airlines
- Lifted: The C.O.R.E. Mixtape
- Hip Hop Dock-Trine 2: The Official Boondocks Mixtape
- So(ul) Amazing