Lyrics:
calls so I can wire free samples
Get me a plane so I can make my drops
Flying real low to avoid the cops
Weighing my weed on a digital beam
Wrapping it in
will all be gathered up
A stark warning strike down the lanisters
The age of hellraiser everybody gets a needle head
Mark of the beast the chips growing
of tyrants and violence,
I'm flossing my diamonds, by the grace of Capo, in he mist of the hood, and it should be all good,
But murders go down, you know they
Season one
Do or die
Made in the golden years pre revolution when our digital age was an embryo
We learned our art from extreme dedication dreams
the sky fall
Oh, Oh, let the sky fall down
It's Alright
Maybe, I'll end up right back where I need to
This Digital Life
It's not for me
Somewhere between
Why would I ever lay down just to find a new trauma I got to rehash (No)
All of my demons I'm lining 'em one after one 'cause I want a rematch (One by
Gotta have a big, bad bank account, not pity amounts
Bud by the pound, smoke a motherfuckin' ounce
A mean ass crib, all digital studio
And some
a miserable life
Get you ninja sliced by the digital knife
We've been hacked by Russia
The tough guy's tougher
My favorite pastime now bloodlust
We loosened
dealing with our clicks
Validation is the drug, I’m breaking free from the fix
We’re obsessed, possessed by this digital mess
hiding behind filters
that pass by in them old school chevies wit the top downs,
Beats that, you know, make the trunk rattle, rear-views shake,
Then they look at you wit
these MC's fuck with me
Yeah what's your name son?
They call me El P
I must be entirely too fuckin nice
El the Don Digital pass off
Gotta stay cool, calm and collected
Austyn
You Know
Oh
You Know
Slidin down the highway by my lonely
Tryna find my way back to some money
Make it
into a closeted place
Too many laying down in this digital space
Was it 15
Or was it 16
The time is passing by
When I'm lookin' at the screen (tell me)
got her moving her feet check out her box
And I'm tryna Leave this place with more numbers than a digital clock cause my wifes at the spot
Get down
and they'll t-tell you the same
Yo what the deal Shock? (Love yo)
You know me, keepin they heels cocked
Still round cause I'm down, 400 lbs of steel
Naughty By Nature or NWA
90's music is the best, yeah it's all that I play
If you party with me then you better get it right
Bump it old school baby all day
Will you hold me down
Like the polish on yo pink toes
Imma hold you down
We gone blossom like a pink rose
Need you by my side when we in and out
shit
Put the Bible down and go eye for an eye for this shit
D-O-T my enemy, won't catch a vibe for this shit, ayy
I been stomped out in front of my
Strong computer, underground like Roto Rooter
Fools critics they mimic, copy, sloppy
MC's get hurt, you blockhead, try to stop me
Digital
is constantly rising
By learning to be a lot more compromising
Digital nomading. Making a living designing
Synchronized energy, self-care,
the type to breeze right through you get patted down
You the type that squeeze right through all your rapping now
I be giving out the digital and the hard
the type to breeze right through you get patted down
You the type that squeezes right through all your rapping now
I be giving out the digital and the hard
and get on up baby
Get on up, get on up, get on up!
V2
Yeah, we get up we get down
Order another round
Of the Kwesi Young sound
Cuz it's about to go....
weapon and I quickly start bustin'
I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why? It's
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