Transformations (feat. Black Rabbit Skinny & Hitman)

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Dt. (ディーティー) is a Japanese dance/rock band. Their second album, Commune, featured guest appearances of Keiko from Super Junky Monkey and eX-Girl. Dt. consists of members of many notable Japanese groups, including Dragon Ash.Hide recently performed at a reunion concert with Super Junky Monkey. more »

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Eight Hundred Fifteen
Somewhere deep in Illinois
Somewhere deep in Illinois, aye
Know how we be rocking, aye
Niggas knowing how we rocking
Ain't have many options
Ain't have many, nigga

Me and my partners
Chasing after dollars
Rolling up this chronic
Single mamas
Raised us deep in Rockford
Ain't have many options
Dreamed of balling but we rode them benches so we started plotting
I got clouted, now she let me holla, heard the boy been popping
Roll up that dope, turn me into something, turn me into something
Call up them hoes, let's turn this into something, turn this into something
Pour up that fifth, that turn me into something, turn me into something
Ain't give me shit, I turned it into something, turned it into something, uh huh

I can feel myself under going transformations
I can feel it
The bond me and my grandmother had I was forced to watch cancer break it
I miss you
My little homie asked the keys to success, hit the blunt then I answered patience
Trying to kidnap a nigga baby girl, I don't want ransom payments
Epitome the family, the anthem playing
In the Eight One Five making candid statements
That these lame ass niggas just can't relate with
The reason that these niggas throw slander, hatred
Over internet sites
They know I'm the nigga that's ending they hype
Forcing rappers to surrender they mics
The realest niggas in the city say I'm penning they life
I'm balling hard need my own set of signature Nikes, I'm like
Living out a Pac biopic
Everything I jot iconic
Epitome the family, allergic to living microscopic
I need some back massages, somewhere to relax my conscious
Yak and chronic, track and topic
Outcome gone be catastrophic, huh

Turn up
Keep a bag, case a nigga wanna burn up
I beat the track like a nigga Ike Turner, Turner
I was down bad till a nigga had to turn up
The DJ play it back second time, we gone turn up

Me and my partners
Chasing after dollars
Rolling up this chronic
Single mamas
Raised us deep in Rockford
Ain't have many options
Dreamed of balling but we rode them benches so we started plotting
I got clouted, now she let me holla, heard the boy been popping
Roll up that dope, turn me into something, turn me into something
Call up them hoes, let's turn this into something, turn this into something
Pour up that fifth, that turn me into something, turn me into something
Ain't give me shit, I turned it into something, turned it into something, uh huh

I don't even want to think about it
But every time I think about it
Cup of destruction, right in my face so enticing I want to take drink up out it
But still I hit the booth and I sing about it
Gotta hit the blunt I'm so out of sync without it
Guard up in these waters you a sink without it
Sink without it, sink without it
Haha, aye
And I can feel the evolution
Niggas tryna take me out the game, not working, need to do some better shooting
It's winter time so I better cool it
I'm better off sick I don't theraflu it
F*ck I'm paying a doctor a visit for when this four in my cup got better usage
I'm a sick individual
25 shots that's a 50 clip split in two
It ain't split in two
I just shot in half, no I'm not mad niggas pitiful
Mr. T me please I pity fools
Aye, Still working
Say I perfected my craft but it don't feel perfect
If I loss it all today wouldn't feel worth it
Still fucked up, so you know I'm still lurking
Came in the game to a stand still service
Hurt in past, god damn still hurting
God damn still hurting, god damn still hurting
Nigga what's your excuse hold up, hold up
Cause I don't really give a f*ck
F*ck them boys, rob them boys, yeah, middle finger stick em up

I remember playing instrumentals at max
Riding in the regal rolling up the thrax
Bro would let me whip it he just want to rap
Sit me in the back
Goose, a couple sacks, yeah
That was back in them days, that was back in them days
Swear I could never forget that's that shit done made me
That's that shit that done raised me
Me and my partners
We was just chasing them dollars
Steady rolling that chronic
Shout out my mama, raised me deep in Rockford
She ain't have any options
More money, more problems
Man the shit done got clouded
Since I got clouted
Now she wanna holla
Heard the boy been popping

Roll up that dope, turn me into something, turn me into something
Call up them hoes, let's turn this into something, turn this into something
Pour up that fifth, that turn me into something, turn me into something
Ain't give me shit, I turned it into something, turned it into something, uh huh

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