Lyrics:
With the muthafuckin BM drop, 325
By the way, me and my crew, we real live
Get absurd and hit a nigga with the bloody birds
Niggas can't fuck around
that potent lettuce still listening to the reverends
Drugs, killings, and weapons all I see up in the headings
All I see on the news is bad news nothing
always laughing
Yea you know that im the best and i can't lie bout that
And my crew is always winning yea we live like that
Now we gotta take it easy let
Ask me why I'm mercy named, my whole life has God engraved
Nation shaker just by nature, we deliver ragers
Stuck in worldly ways, scooped us up now
like mad men with a vision you gon' have two real eyes
Watching might be ops you know but why not live your life
'Cause I'll snap back like a rubber
[Verse 1]
Don't wanna be an American idiot
Don't want a nation under the new media
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind-fuck
ah)
Just bought a Glock, cuz I'm still bearing arms (Bearing arms)
Glad you found a new 'ship, cuz I'm still teared down by ours
Got diamonds on my
all week
Working harder than the rest for a piece
Live forever ain’t no resting in peace
I told the champ that I would never lose
It’s not just who you
and jewels
Sing with angels and hit new angles
I don't tie, grr, no, I never bengal
I never bungle, I get the hottest singles
Your rhymes are mangled
I'm
Shine son like a diamond
I'm harder than one by one
Flew flicker, Crew licker
Shoot quicker, Loot getta
You can't handle this cause I'm the truth nigga
(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in
do
Nobody, no one does it better
Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high
It's 1a.m and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by
Home, I long for home all night long
All my foes, they keep me warm
Through the storm, all night long
I long for home all night long
Blood pours
let's get it
Yea
Too bad for ya' boo ha I'm grinnin'
News flash to the dude ya' she sinnin'
Blues stashed in the coupe ya' let's get it
Two tabs been my
signs of the times
Look at the news see the violence rise
Look at the news no reliable types
Ain't no more truth its blurred by the lies
Lift your head
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
fucking die
This whole nation supersized, confused by the politics
We're keeping up with Jones, billionaires profiting
They're soaking up the cash flow
Krazy wit da Books
(Fire em up higher on some new rhyme flow)
Verse 1: Dray, Skoob
Well comin to school ya it's the hooligan, I'm in the mood again so
track is rated M my g
That's for melinated.
No hoe in them No holding em
Rap is the new podium
My main focus is economics
I Build a nation study Marcus
you got 10 mill
I shine so bright I blind ya
Cross my crew, we'll find ya
It's a motherfuckin shame
My dominance to this game
I live for gun smoke aroma
With an architectural design by TraxNYC, believe it
I'd ask to rock it, but I might fall
And by the way, how much of a ball was Live at Carnegie Hall?
Two escapees and a ship
An always on signal signals splitting
Inside a well-oiled machine
Wind coiled and twisted between pistons
Flows over the wave
what
In sickness, health, and possible death
As time passed by, there was no new land to be found
As the days grew shorter
And the nights grew
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