Lyrics:
Cause fake don't last
Blood on my hands
But I don't feel bad
Happy that I cut ties
Cause I'm back on track
Uh
Ha
Year one in the bag
Got these muhfuckas
to cut a deal
Somebody got a cure to cancer,
Somebody drunk behind the wheel
But me, I'm just tryin' to find my little Suzie
Somebody bustin'
these least thc and wok be the cure
I've been hurt too deeply moving on man still ain't easy
I'm trying my best
Gained a cut on my neck
Still a cut above
Life
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah uh
Been always told to keep my head up
But three shakes just don't cut the cake when your
already back for round two
This here for shit's and giggles
Here's an epiphany
Dax ain't droppin' music when he's rappin'
He's droppin' symphonies
I make
luck, I'm makin' some bucks
And goin' up vertical
I came from the dust, I learnt who to trust
I'm cut from the surgical
Now it's comin' full circle
'Cause
aligned
Call it vanity or what, while I'm here living divine
I ain't cut for cookie cutters, bitch I'm one of a kind
You can flex all of this money, I got
The shit's surreal optics, cut it out and crop shit
Full frame airbrush filtered fake shit follow traces
Running down your face kid we laced it
Yeah yeah
Look
Grew up in the heart of Eagleville
Not far from the tracks
I used to go down to them, watch while the smell of diesel filled
The air
up, flew in circles
Runnin' beats off the track, leaping over the hurdles
Range rover night purple, I'm sippin' lean in a cup
Chillin' out
Here we go..
I'm still fly
I'm sky high and I dare anybody tuh try and cut my wings.
I'm still pullin out the phantom and these haters can't stand
profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone you clones, and all you knuckleheads
know that you'll soon go crazy just like a whittling stick
hit by the coming daylight cut up in a quick succession
a pointed confession really
RIGHT)
STRAIGHT TO THE TOP
AND NOW THE BEAT IS YOURS
SHE´S GONNA ASK FOR MORE
HERE COMES THE BEATMAN!
ESTRIBILLO 2
EVERY CUT THAT TEAR YOUR SOUL
WHENEVER
and puffing and bringing it down
Say I'm the cure and I'm making my rounds
You said I ain't well I'm doubling down
Here come the sound hear it resound
Yuh
a thirty minute track, we out here changing the game
Just some old souls who been in a flow state since last Spring
At the table this Thanksgiving, soul food
a go hard track)
Surrounded by people with moronic behavior
I think you need to go look for your savior
I'm like BR, I got thirty one flavors
Hitting
I'ma start with the definition of real hip hop and true raps expression
Inner soul and beliefs through 4 A dat's
Or should I say 32 tracks of inner
momentary shame for maimed and hollow
Here's hoping that you won't feel the same tomorrow
This is for the sleepers
Calling from the train tracks
The weepers
Alchemy transforms pain into joy and anger into art and fear in your voice
To vocals on the track and love in the woods by the stream no clothes in the sun
It's a mad world out here, I tell you
The world's gone stark, raving mad
Everyone in the world is mad
It's a mad crazy world
I see
it playin' live
y'all tryin' to make the cut
"Here's your wad of cash, here's your Morris Day record, this is your leapord print bedspread,
Smack goes to flip the coin
Toss arsonal and Cassidy get
In an argument about who gets to
Pick "tails" as their choice
I said once again I'm here
Like that
You never can be us
Hop on tracks I be giving them Seizures
Cut the crap here's a pair of Scissors
So everybody drills now?
Mahn that shits
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