Lyrics:
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Banging on wax with hot tracks
Ain't no rest for the wicked
It's never time to relax
Wickedest lyricist
Hit and run it like Dax
Shepard up
on laws
To get my taxes smooth
Ain't no jury involved
When I swear to the room
I'm the man of honor
When I join in the zoom
I remember you
I remember crew
to wobble
Head it Start to bobble
Fuck it, I'm goin off half of a bottle
I'm a fucking maniac
I'll live by my mottos
Lemme pop a fuckin bean
Lemme rock up
a grown man fast to react?
Well I do when I'm feelin up and runnin' up their stats
Take a weight of every life we live
And get snubbed by the ones who
worry 'bout our salary and consumption of calories
While famine and war have caused another fatality
We live in a finite world but our need for growth is
Nightwatch, pad mark
Sparks spin a quake nuclear blast, heavy on the cash
Gimmie what it takes NOW!!
Chorus [U-God] 2x
RAGE ROCK ROLL FIGHT
BRAWL FALL
just tryin to climb higher
I'm a live wire driven by desire
Defending my light with my life
Setting this life on fire
Wanna be top 5 in my circle
Here's
and clear
'Twas the wilderness too vast
Steady lies and propaganda
brought the fall, the die was cast
The low-lives and the rubble
Rising up to tip their
One two, one two
For the Mental Street crew y'all
Somethin' like this, y'all
Yeah, yeah, well check it out
Life to the MC
Life twists
houses with the chandelier
Me and my crew, mad cans of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential suites at The Tangier
straight with the aim
Take two puffs when I walk by the bay
One of the greats they'll be calling my name
Yeah I show love but I grew with the pain
In my zone
29, seconds to chat this Rhyme
Other MC's, wait in line
How old am i 21,
I got 21 seconds till my vocals done
2 multiplied by 10, plus 1
Romeo done.
till the ceiling falls
sampson on his tracks
we'll be seein y'all
its the end of the line
boogie with your kind
may i remind you of the crew from time
to play on the radio?
Who lives the lyrics, all my real niggas already know
Flow for flow, no crew can step to us
And blow for blow, I'm pretty sure that
from, still gotta pack a gun
Case some young motherfuckers wanna play dumb
I guess I live life forever jugglin'
But I'll be hustlin' til the early
come from, still gotta pack a gun
'Case some young motherf***ers wanna play dumb
I guess I live life forever jugglin'
But I'll be hustlin' 'til
alone and don't know who is who
But it's just like you, it's just like me, it's simply, it's 1 and 2
It's just like 3, don't try to cuff it, let it
want to be my man)
(I wish this nigga make his mind up)
Can't live my life, tell you why
(All my niggas man we gonna have be 21 bout this shit you
superstars
Extra-large players like kareem abdul jabbar
Word to god, pun, my crew won't give a fuck who you are
We do our job like we part of the mob, shoot up
the snakes, nigga
'Cause the police love to break a nigga
Send 'em upstate 'cause they straight up hate the niggas
So what I do is get a crew of zoo niggas
submit to any other emcee
Be a duel to the death either him or me
And as I verbalise to my DJ's cut
If we kill a wack crew or two so what
We just rock
'Cos I've never had a sidewinder tape pack
Now I'm the bad man on the track
'Cos I never had a studio back in the day
Now I pick up the mic and spray
PcRT OF YOURS
(Words & Music by Gabriel Crenshaw, 2022)
VERSE 1-
clways some extenuating circumstances
Before you know it I panic
cll because I've
my crew tight enough (ah)
Give me the time, I'm writin' up (uh, yeah)
It stands out on the highway
Like a creature from another time
Hold me by
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