Search results for 'dutch capital'

Somebody in a cultivated moment of distress
Composed himself to artfully carve Zoso in his desk
They was probably thinking fuck you fuck you fuck you in they head
With a hell bound arm and a acidy wash
Homemade curfew a thousand o'clock
And a pot leaf tattoo his friend did drunk
Like a badge of mystique that technically sucked
Taking the name of the father in vain
On the way to the blade in his locker, it's strange
A switch he lifted from a siblings Skippy jar
Who branched off into ninja stars
And never knew his shit was sharp
To here with a higher purpose
And a prime alert to juvenile beserkers
Like kush Van Morrison an Arcade Drop Floor
Down to the valley time for miss Ahkmar, watch
Capital Z(ed), slowly maneuver the O
S is the most difficult to control
Finally O
Into the eye of Goliath you goes
That levee crushing percussion
Will pull the monkey up right
Twelve or ghetto blaster
Blacken her technicolor telecaster
Lecture at a faster rate
The class was making them develop backwards
It would appear you spelled out all the answers

Somebody in a cultivated moment of distrust, composed themselves enough to magic-marker “Zulu” on these chucks, they was tryin to do the buckle font from ‘renegades of funk‘, in a 3d frame of exploding brick, and whiz-lines for the locally motion sick, beyond gross but evoked a host of “oh dip” where a social neurosis owned the whole strip, heart of a cat with a lark in his mouth in the marrow of waiting his guardians out, flashlight, chisel tips, milked venom, pistol grip, images relocated from milled vellum to scissor kick, silent agreement at hand, king of the hill for a queen of the damned, she in the doorway seething began “that clean white pair had a 3-year planl”, oops, capital “zed”, radical “u” in the cut, truly to beautiful “l"oser it up, and he done, collateral damage a future alum, that key to Shambala, planet rocking, Bambaatta, sample chop, churning out a cancer for the vandal squad, analog, and he finds, animated colors on a page, like synthesized cultures on a stage

Somebody in a cultivated moment of resolve, composed themselves enough to publicize "the Zeros” in this stall, they was scoping every dog and pony previously scrawled, with a festering hate for the gum drop edge, ‘disco sucks’ tee, punk‘s not dead, but a transient teen unsung godsend, via 3 bar chords and a mugshot grin, cheese, sign of a runaway tone in the face of authority thumbing nose, cutting it’s teeth
Pretzled up in special order vinyl, and birds that dip their belts in little metal porcupine quills, 2 dutch at a show in the front, low-key to the can for a smoke and a fuck, Trixie, fixing her lipstick up, when his mitts got bit by the mischief bug, snatchl, capital “zed”, terrible “e” in vermillion red, gimme an “0” and a slippery “s”, over a web of the shittiest bands, that beat your heart out, never bleeped your favorite parts out from a learned curve, of bird fingers bursting out of germs burns, urgently, offered through the circuits ofan earlier plot, I’ll see you at the

When they ask how you, feeling you, tell em you, feeling like, something important died screaming, you, tell em you, feeling like, something even more important arrived breathing, something you should probably try feeding
When they as how you, living you, tell em you, living like, something important died hissing, you, tell em you, living like, something even more important arrived giving, something you should probably try willing

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh

Watch me level up, watch me level up (ooh)
Make it rain, ooh, yeah, count it up (wet)
Ooh, got it jumpin', yeah, like a double dutch
If it's up, it's stuck, if it's up, it's stuck (ooh)
Watch me level up, watch me level up (skrrt)
Make it rain, make it rain, count it up (wet)
Uh, got it jumpin', yeah, like a double dutch (yeah)
If it's up, it's stuck, if it's up, it's stuck (skrrt)

Capital invest, baby, you go hard too
Thick ass shawty, yeah, you a whole mood (ooh)
Top of Miami, yeah, fuck a cop car
Leather pants on, baby, you a Rockstar (ooh)

Watch me level up, watch me level up (skrrt)
Make it rain, yeah, just count it up (ooh)
Uh, got it jumpin', yeah, like a double dutch
If it's up, it's stuck, if it's up, it's stuck (ooh)
Watch me level up, watch me level up (ooh)
Make it rain, yeah, just count it up (skrrt)
Ooh, got it jumpin', yeah, like a double dutch
If it's up, it's stuck, if it's up, it's stuck (ooh)
Watch me level up, watch me level up (ooh)
Make it rain, ooh, yeah, count it up (wet)
Ooh, got it jumpin', yeah, like a double dutch (ooh)
If it's up, it's stuck, if it's up, it's stuck (skrrt)

Yeah
CDG top, ooh, and it's see-through
I'm a good reason why these bitches come through
Boolin' with a bih, and she never told you
Heard she the one, but she 'bout to bring two
Yokohama breakfast, Paris next June
When you finna drop, ooh, tell 'em real soon
Movin' real reckless so they stay in tune
I was on the metro way before my shit boom
Went to a mansion from a two-bedroom
Got her money for the night, the AMF's due
Hoppin' in a 'Rarri with the automatic zoom
House full of art, million dollars in the room

Watch me level up, watch me level up (ooh)
Uh, make it rain, ooh, yeah, count it up (wet)
Ooh, got it jumpin', yeah, like a double dutch (skrrt-skrrt)
If it's up, it's stuck, if it's up, it's stuck (ooh)
Uh, watch me level up, watch me level up (skrrt)
Make it rain, make it rain, count it up (wet)
Uh, got it jumpin', yeah, like a double dutch (yeah)
Uh, if it's up, it's stuck, if it's up, it's stuck (skrrt)

The chrome not google home
We fondling glocks
This magazines not Rolling Stones
Like trundling rocks
Knee deep in that dope game
Was running amok
Blade forged off coke stain
Was cutting that rock
If my arms got enough range
I'm hugging the block
Brodie brought some more strains
Turn this shit up a notch
Now everybody skipping
Like we playing double dutch
Getting lost in trap music
I been way of touch
I hit the dab, dance clueless
I was faking that mosh
Wait a minute
Hit the brake and the clutch
Nah, surpass the speed limit
Son we live for the rush
I did observe the code red
Enthusiastic about the outcome
So shit wasn't instinctively
Phasing my Guts
So I ventured as such
Niggas imposters
Wet floor slippery
Slithering cobras
Nah you not gripping no contra
You not George of the jungle
You really is Ursula
No sexist take
But make sure them blings fake
For that necklace sake
No sexist take
But make sure them blings fake
For that necklace sake
I seen it different in the trenches
Have nots had it rough
Wash wizards capital crimes
We magically ducked
Times we had sleep for dinner
Tasted better than lunch
Other times your jawns walls
All we could rustle up
You spend a dub on a bust
And good rocks growing on walls Not often enough
It's Diamond or some stalagcite
Challenge for em crypt keepers
Small squabbles street fights
Settled by em street sweepers
If we lift our arms tonight
Enemies gone meet jesus
Posted like a poltergeist
On the corner sparking reefers
No photographs to be taken
Displaying paraphernalia
No guns to the cams
And no bricks held to your ears
Cause real niggas know
If they took a second to ponder
Only sound in the key is life
It's word to stevie wonder

This ain't a jugg
I need my capital
Where is the judge
Swerving thru traffic tho
Wrapping up Buj
Petty like texaco
Skin looking fudge
She wanna text me tho

New Chanel clutch
Spoil her on weekends
She speaking Dutch
Told her we'd be friends
She love to suck
I love receiving
Money and dome
I get that then I'm leaving

Tell me how much does it cost
Fuck it I swerve off the lot
My head is spinning a lot
Icey on gang like its frost 

Bad lil groupie she waiting on release
Bad lil groupie she get on her knees
Bad lil freak, she off a leash
Bad lil habits, I don't check receipts

This ain't a jugg
Keeping it Gucci
Been up for hours
Flying like snoopy
Get to the bag
All that I had
All u can have
That shit be cap

I'm on my own
That's on my soul
Dash on the road
Never get old
On my payroll
Bitch on a roll
Rejecting these hoes
Fell Whitney like post

Fuck I need some shit keepin me awake
Fuck I need some bad chick giving me face 
Fuck you so good B but u never bae
Don't need no boo, No need to ...

Yeah
DJ Capital
Blaklez ah yes

Hope you forgive me for my fuck ups
I get on my knees and the devil say shut the fuck up (Whoa)
Who shot the block up all we heard was blakablaka
The fiends they got love for that white like uncle Ruckus (Whoa)
Real nigga diabetes to a sucker
Chip on your shoulder stick up kids at how you stuck up (Whoa)
Mr.

Commence the banging bass on the loud speakers
Fridge loaded with 30 cases and liquor by the liter
Dutch, papers, or glass we gotta full gas meter kid
Loaded up all aces

Demeanor sweeter but a fire beater at the core
Eyelids devoted to breaking basics
Cream schemer with the clean Asics

Digs coded deep, need more than Lasix to see what I mean
Ribs coated in the summer time, smell the steam coming off the grill-
Old timers and new comers welcome as well
But no minors here, this ain't capital hill
Social mountain climbers truly mentally ill

ILL
ILL
ILL
ILL

Constant back and forth
No crown will be forever wed
What I meant aint what I said
Sure your so down to earth, clever, and pure
But the pot stays steady stirred
Rather than burned
All around the worth never is blurred
And in my thoughts, so many absurd

You giving child birth while I search for a song bird
First lets dot the i, in a church with the good word
But free living comes with much cost
As drums beat around my chest, no cross around my neck 
I feel like I'm missing being blessed and I'm lost can he resurrect?

Yo son what took you so long man play almost over
Yo my fault I ran into a couple of people I had to go bust a couple of plays
But you heard
Your name all in that circle you heard
They talking about you the man on this block
They trying to come get you my boy
Wasn't there when I flipped them pies
Don't know what I encounter just to get this fly
Your grave want to beef that's fine
Spit flames on a beat that's mine
Watch your mouth when you speak next time
Just a couple dollars son I'll get you lined
Put in work I done done did the time
Bringing you a whole life full of crime
Dutch black one of a kind
I already know I'm about to go dumb when I rhyme
I ain't got nothing but these ones on my mind
On the rise looking like the sun the way I shine
The fire in the sky can't see me
On the stage looking great with the VVs
Nothing less than the best best believe me
Son can hate but the girl looking dreamy
Just a fan on the low want to be me
Love to see your face when you see me on your TV
Fuck you nigga pay me
Dump the 40 on you crazy if you ever try to play me
Rather ride in Mercedes
Set up shop on the block with some rock from the 80s
Make sure the street is wavy
Remember chicks tried to play me
All that did was made me
Get this chicken now I'm gravy
Puffing on that lumpy strain
Eyes low from the capital haze
Been nice nigga stuck in his Ways
I could do this shit all day
All I know is get this pay
Ain't gonna play let it spray
In broad day get this pain
Wasn't there when I flipped them pies
Don't know what I encounter just to get this fly
Your grave want to beef that's fine
Spit flames on a beat that's mine
Watch your mouth when you speak next time
Just a couple dollars son I get you lined
Put in work I done done did the time
Bringing you a whole life full of crime
Dutch all about the business
First I work then I play
In her mouth like a dentist
Certified my apprentice
Nigga been on his pimp shit like C that's from Texas
Fuck with me and it get different
Let it off and it's crippling
Spray you dummies and the cheese leave it Switzerland
Little bed that you made that's what I put you in
Nigga fuck what you in
My niggas all gang I'm neutral
Niggas already know I don't play I shoot you
We ain't gotta step outside I'll do you
Kill you right in the store I'm so brutal
Leave your brains in the ramen straight noodles
Got you dudes in my pocket like it's voodoo
Ain't what you use to dude a savage
Hot date with death how romantic
Might find your corpse in the Atlantic
Have you missing for years your people's frantic
Dude up in age and still managed
Upset the game and do damage
I'm afraid I'm sick with no antidote
All these chickens I need a lot of throat
All these niggas make it hard to cope
Until I start to loc and there's a lot of smoke
Wasn't there when I flipped them pies
Don't know what I encounter just to get this fly
Your grave want to beef that's fine
Spit flames on a beat that's mine
Watch your mouth when you speak next time
Just a couple dollars son I get you lined
Put in work I done done did the time
Bringing you a whole life full of crime

Ah, bitch
Ah, bitch
What's in your wallet? Capital One (bitch)
Key after key, I be stackin' a ton (bitch)
Turn off his song, he cappin' for fun (bitch)
Sinnin' for the money, I'm slappin' a nun (bitch)
I don't know Batman, cause I'm juggin' and robbin' (bitch)
I'ma send Brody out and he solvin' a problem (bitch)
If the play's green, bitch, then I'm finna go lob him (bitch)
Money stackin' to the ceiling, started from the bottom (bitch)
It's a good day, choppa finna beat you (what?)

Catch a 10am flight
That's my airport ride
Straight to lunch, Stureplan
Yeah, my schedule too tight
Afternoon tea at Grand
Canapés turn me on
First orgasm
I'm talking food, no porn
Check in the hotel
Got no bags, keep my hands clean
Shopping at NK
Still no bags, keep my hands clean
Swap the old with the new
Give the old one to you
If you lost the Balenciaga
You could almost look cool
Like me with my ETRO on
Uh, they like me with my ETRO on
Yeah, rockin' paisley at the last Supper
Tonight's about to be a blockbuster
From Astoria to Texas
Don Julio be next up
Fou to Wall or V important
We blessed
Later on find us at SpyBar
The table higher
Come again, who needs a timeout
London to Berlin
Finished school and said hi to my hometown, that's my hometown
LA to New York
Since day one, Lil Rick been drippin' and you don't even know how
Stockholm to Paris
I done seen everything, there really ain't nuttin' you can show me
And every flight that I'm on
Takes me all around the world, turn around, I'm all over your girl, ay
I don't use but if I want it my suppliers act fast (yeah)
Three Roleys and a ring, all I did was ask
Irene and Tourneau make the city shine (aha)
I'm talking NYC, committing fashion crimes, yeah
I be on that flight
I be on the same track (ay)
Jay Z in the flash
I'll take a rain check
At the crown, I don't need to get higher
Capital is making money
It just multiplies (ha)
So cold, baby
Your man's so old maybe (ay)
He should stay in bed today (yeah)
I'm in Soho lately
Shopping all the brands that all your friends have ever dreamed of
Let's have a threesome, you, me and the D cup (haha)
My dutch driver paid too well to get offended
I might make a joke but he keeps driving 'til my tour has ended
At Madisson Ave (ay)
Then take it back to the A (ay)
Still you don't where I'm staying (aha)
Cause you're just a fake, uh
London to Berlin
Finished school and said hi to my hometown, that's my hometown
LA to New York
Since day one, Lil Rick been drippin' and you don't even know how
Stockholm to Paris
I done seen everything, there really ain't nuttin' you can show me
And every flight that I'm on
Takes me all around the world, turn around, I'm all over your girl, ay

I remember them school days when we couldn't make no shots
Black top shit is hot burnt the soles in my crocks
Obedience in my nature never skipped no class
That's before grabbing ass and the puff puff pass

Uh
Remember days we walk with empty pockets
Bumping J Cole false prophets
Had the gas in my locker
Thought i was J Dilla and Phantom like producing for Common
Some days i'm feeling more like Kanye
I'm an Outkast like Andre

Took the icon way so i feel like machine
Gang Star same team we like Guru and Preme

Check the scheme reminiscent of the Wu Tang Cream
From da tomb$ MF DOOM and this my Madvilliany

On some Pro Era Joey B Capital Steez

And when I see 47 I always think rest in peace

Got my windows down and you know i'm bumping my shit

Cause i'm caught in traffic there must be an accident on the bridge yea

Ayo what the fuck!

I been chasing cream like Ashy Larry
And I'm your consigliere
Capital cash and half of the stash is buried
Other half of the bag applied to the back to carry
And imma make it triple fold
Quadruple what your grip will hold
Pay me till your book is sold
Undercover Serpico
Double under hook your soul
Love your brother, hooker, hoe
Pay me double forced to grow
Ain't your fault
Ain't no one know
Ain't nobody know where the cream was
Ain't nobody know
Where the cream
Where the cream
Ain't nobody know where the cream was
Ain't nobody know
Where the cream
Where the cream
Ain't nobody know where the cream was
Ain't nobody know
Where the cream
Where the cream
Ain't nobody know where the cream was
Ain't nobody know
Where the cream
Where the cream
Where the fuck the cream
Had a dollar and I bought it with a dream
Dog on collar wishing he was fucking free
Fuck the hand that feeds
Bite it
Let that motherfucker bleed
I can hunt
That's how we fucking eat
And we gonna munch
I been getting cream like a coffee cup
And I've been getting seen
Like an Oscar cut
Smoking on the weed
Make you cough it up
Living on a stream
Bitch you washed as fuck
Hit you with a beam
Bet you cover up
Jump in on the beat
That's a double dutch
You ain't see a thing
It's a cover up
Cover up
Cover it up
Trouble to come
Double your nut
Conditions are fucked
Feel like we're stuck
If I get enough
I'm sharing the plug
I give you permission
To show you some love
I'm sharing the plug
I give you permission
To show you some love
Show you some love
Where the cream go
Where the cream
Where the cream go
Where the cream
Does anybody know where the cream goes
Does anybody know where the cream goes
Does anybody know where the cream goes
Does anybody know
Where the cream
Where the cream
Cash rules everything around me
Cream
I get bashful when I start to counting
Cream
I'm an asshole and I say it proudly
Cream
I'm a handful like the baby crowning
Cream
Cream
Cream on my hands like ejaculate
Acccurate Accumen
I could drop lines even Ak could get
Accent is outdoor acid trip
Back and with beef
Like Adkins and Lazarus
Where the fuck the cream
Two little mice
Fell in a bucket of cream
The first mouse
Quickly gave up
And drowned
The second mouse
Wouldn't quit
He struggled so hard
That eventually he turned that cream into butter
And crawled out
Gentleman as of this moment
I am that second mouse

(Haha)
You know I wanna say hello
To my brother out there
(Hey, a lot of folks been around) eY BROS
(Thank you again, Fine, enjoy the show)

This for all my Murrow niggas beastcoast
Pro Era g shit
It's Phony Ppl plain Pat what up

Difference between me and you
You think you should have it and I deserve it
Dwelling on the past and I'm
In the lab working
Never spoke to God in the hood
There's bad service
But I guess I got bars cause
He sending 'em for certain swanky Sin
Got critics questioning what lane he in
I'm just turning crowds into stadiums
Pounds, I be blazin' the haze
When I listen to Waves
On the road searching for stones
Like Jackie and Jade

Ain't shit fly unless I rock it
High like drop kicks in cockpit's
Red Eye fly shit, holding chop sticks
Split cheese with monsters
Switching keys in partures
Ain't pick a decent sponsor but
Bet I'll still archer yo Dymez, I got them
Slow ride through Gotham
The villain drink black like I'm Gothic
I be in the lab spitting topics
Mixing toxics 'til the
Prophet's pockets profit
Or 'til I get boxed in

T-shirt from Polo, the rebirth of YOLO
If I'm trying to find a Pro though
All I got to do is yodel
Steaming on the low
Got have me dreaming like a mogul
The humidity is killing me
I call that the ozone capital Swank
Finally had the cash up in the bank
So the snakes want to ask me if I'm great
We laughing in your face cause rap was
A mistake When the entrees came
They almost had me eating steak

This hip-hop with a fly feel
You'll be dead if you lie still
It's all about what you choose to do
Buy steal hood niggas like grim reapers
They soul takers, black hoodie bone breakers
Put you to sleep, then you won't wake up
I mean, you could go from weight
Rooms to waiting rooms
Be armed or curled up, when
That piece to your chest, so make your move
No April Fools, I just say the truth
Gonna be a vacant tomb if you break the rules

(How about style, performance?)

Interact with killers
I'm a passionate villain, won't find me relaxed at the Villa n***a
The joker and the ace with the poker face
I unloaded the safe and almost broke the bank
The general monk, homie know the ranks
Soldier at the steering wheel, I control the tank
No limit , it's so infinite, no ending
The flow vivid, The Globe listening every tenement
I be supreme magnetic
Survived bad credit and laughed at the reverend, it's capital



CHORUS: 

We walk with our heads up 
As we pass through the fire
With the heart of a lion
Heart of a lion
We walk with our heads up 
As we pass through the fire
With the heart of a lion
Heart of a lion 

OUTRO:

Kingdom, Kingdom
My throne, my home
God bless the ruler
Long live the ruler
Kingdom, Kingdom
My throne, my home
God bless the ruler
Long live the ruler

Lookin' out my window, Sun shining bright
Ya hear the snaps
I know ya hear the snaps
904
To The Here After
Ever since you left I been stuck in a rut I been picking it up
I been tryna get over you like the rope in Double Dutch
Uh yeah
Thinking bout you I ain't thinking that much
But you know when I'm lying, huh
Really I ain't even trying
When I get high I really be flying, I'm
Pouring a pint of my blood on this page hoping it leaks, wait
What does it matter when new music drops, every week
I, write all my pain they think I'm insane
Then I lock down my brain
Telling you that I have nothing to say, my expression is Plane Jane
Rollie without the tick tock
No I don't be on the internet
But if I'm tweeting, you knowing my shits hot
Writing in cursive I'm cursing the serpent disguising they self as a- as a person
Knowing this shit isn't worth it
Damn, why am I getting this nervous
Made me cipher on purpose, ah
(Off the dome)

Currently working I'm serving a purpose of keeping the money coming without working
And no I can't tell you if I'm living dirty
I'm working my job they thinking I'm nerdy
When I get up off of the clock, I stay on the clock forever I'm working
The hands of time cannot control the mind
I'm too wise, I'm too divine
I'm 22 in the oldest year
And I know I still ain't reach my prime, uh
Now when I say it's my time video shoot for the song of Shine
Forever we gone hustle that's on my mind
Forever we gone hustle that's on my mind
Yeah I just been in grind mode grind time that's what it is
I guess you know what I'm saying
Do it look like I was left off Bad and Boujee

Kick-flip skating throughout the town that's when I kick shit
Hit shit beating a sub thumping the engine
How many minutes can it get out of this business
Music is nothing but take the time
And Ima finish every sentence
Period point blank
Then we start with a Capital
If they wanna sign me that is not happening
Losing the culture for money is average
But I am not average
Dropped from the sky
Couldn't fly clipped both of my wings
Bleeding out and I won't die
Carter-ize my shit, better yet cauterize that bitch
Burn every thing we had to Hell I ain't repenting
For shit even though I'm missing when you and you was kissing
I'm off topic again
Wade in the water, uh sink or swim aye
Wade in the water baby you can sink or swim aye
Wade in the water baby you can sink or swim
Ever since you left baby I ain't been doing shit but sinking uh
Ever Since
The Here After 904 Planetary Devastation

Zombie chain
Wood smoker bitch I light up with my last name
I see the glass ceiling bitch I'm breakin' every pane
Long drive blue strippin' switchin' lane to lane
I ain't stay the same (evolved), but I ain't switchin up
Car automatic but I'm stick shift I got the clutch
My flow not the same (at all), Ima switch it up
Honey berry in my pocket don't pass me a dutch
I got asthma I be coughin' like General Droid
25 St. Marks the beat, search and destroy
Bitch I'm Bolton to the top like that wildcat boy
Abe Corbin Blue nigga I'm ballin' like Troy
I'm with Abe and DJ we just shootin' the shit
Ever since I dropped a tab I can't pick up the spliff
Don't compare me to no nigga the difference is
I'm comin' groove and boom bap and I'm killin' this shit

Chorus:

Graduation Day (2)
Thank you;
Graduation Day (2)
For coming through;
Graduation day (2)
Thank you to the Son and you;
Graduation Day;
I appreciate your show up, grateful to you, for being present to my blow up;

Verse One:

Parable narratives and coded quotes;
Once upon a time King Harold was a toad;
When I was a child like a child is how I spoke;
Graduation day on a blue and white cloak;
Everytime I hold a pen and pad, riddles with ripple effects is what I wrote;
My demeanour is an unpredictable colour mode;
My music blows up, radio and TV show up, like detonation of an explode;
Three Thirds, we extract, transform and load;
Deliverance messages we ship, tell and boat;
I promise to keep my promise and make a solemn oath;
I kick a verse worth a hundred folds;
It is only time that will never grow old;
It was written and now it is told;
I keep the fire burning in the north pole cold;
Capital INX flag in the air I uphold;
WordzVille album is seven, billion records sold;
To each living entity and head count of the whole globe;
Clones will be trying to be me and play my role;
I stone with, flames of coal;
I beat the dirty devil to a pulp;
For scratching on a window to the soul;
And now beneath the surface they roam with the eyes of a mole;

Verse Two:

Triple S, Super Supreme Spirit I am;
Spirit Super Supreme from a pride of a lions den;
I balance with a binary of ten;
My sound climax with eargasms to a fan;
They run out of breath from an impact to their diaphragm;
Chicken heads be fishing with worms in a can;
Trynna catch a man;
With a generous money hand;
Looking for gifts from Father Christmas and the ram;
Architectural with the strategy and plan;
Moving in and out various tribes and a clan;
Then they wonder why niggaz always go ham;
In any event, plenty can be said, when I release the safety pin off my guns;
InverXion is 12 VerXions of sons;
The shoemaker and the seven elves escalating my funds;
Victoria falls rivers that I have won;
Drawing closer and closer to him like telescopic views magnified to large;
My tongue artillery makes your head bob and nudge;
No amount level of pressure, could get me to budge;
Hearts of men free and released from a grudge;
I'm in a milky way of 8 stars tentacle touch;
8 powers 12 horses top speed formula one on that full clutch;
I kick a rhyme with a wooden shoe of the Dutch;
Russian roulette with the rush;
Coz in my cup an abundance of olives get crushed;

Verse Three:

Was it a dream for me to become what I have;
Was it a seeking to breathe that got me gasp;
Is it a need for me grasp;
Is the time of minute second truly our glass;
These are the questions I sink my teeth in and ask;
Soul reflecting mirror the removal of a mask;
My imagination is infinite to a creative task;
The great divine grape wine from the cape grape vine contained in the glass of my flask;
You are witnessing a star birth like astronomy;
I tell it like it is with no apology;
Too many liars went to school for pathology;
They are programming the day of your birth with astrology;
Another methodology of their sorcery;
I give you poetic justice through anthology;
Human race, in a hypnosis of anthropology;
Your daily monotony is their monopoly;
Criminal act oncology;
Psychopathic sociology;
Mental and physical sodomy;
Operating the world like an ant colony;
22 ten tenses is the life sentences that I capture them for their offences;
Evidenced from the report of my autopsy;
I flip the coin for all the victims of robbery;
Mothers who slaved their lives away, for a penny to affording a ticket to winning the lottery;
Give me clay, and let me show you, what is pottery;
I do this for all of thee;
A centre of the universe is where you caught a thought of me;
The prophet of oracy;
And the name of my sceptre is Dorothy;

Happy boi like Dick Vermille You're more pussy than Mass and Gale My hands stay clean homie that's the deal I know some guys that'll flip like mattresses And hold you up like traffic hits You're lacking it, you need more practice bitch Talking more shit than lots of tips I know some guys that'll snatch you up when you sleep Wrap them sheets, keep fucking with me He deep in the chest of peak With concrete snakes, you fish sludge snake I know some guys that'll kick in your door Slap me and moms and root through your drawers It's wart on the set of the score I finished my plate, now I'm searching for yours It's not a problem, no one's gonna have to see it It's not a problem, it's not a problem It's not a problem, it won't be me It's not a problem, it's not a problem No one's gonna have to see it It's not a problem, it's not a problem It's not a problem, it won't be me It's not a problem, it's not a problem I'm incensed, but follow my lines Get me a damn drink, well up all and recline When I speak, it's not as fine and clear as when recording To make sure I'm heard, I spell it out for them Or to top shell fast for the wars And make sure you watch, see that's what she pours Or to soak city bottles and moguls doing combo Eating dinner in the winter without leaving my condo Company a snapple, a bagel and an apple Scheme like one of the liars in the capital Speaking my mind like a Roman in the forum Diploma frame, but I keep on recording For what I've seen, you can see me in the state pen Instead of mounted pen, staple and KK I'm here like Haley's comment And staying still while they bring them out to Muhammad It's not a problem, it's not a problem No one's gonna have to see it It's not a problem, it's not a problem It's not a problem, it won't be me It's not a problem, it's not a problem No one's gonna have to see it It's not a problem, it's not a problem No one's gonna have to see it It's not a problem, it won't be me It's not a problem, it's not a problem I know some guys that'll follow you home Hold chrome and they codes with no serial codes Know the lock and load, unload and reload Then call it a night and go home to their wives I know some guys that are nice with knives That'll burn you alive when the price is right You'll get tied to your ride while they smile and try Drop you off, hit your lofts, scoff and say bye I know some guys that have ties to their mom I'll have them waiting outside of your job So when work gets done, the work gets done And the fuzz has to fill out a missing person I know some guys that'll split you like a Dutch Hit the stick shift to fifth like Stasky and Hutch Cops in the rearview trying to catch up Hit the back roads off roads out and bumble fuck It's not a problem, it won't be me It's not a problem, it won't be me It's not a problem, it won't be me Tying to my breath and pipe, Mahirvah -Irvah -Irvah I can't be surprised by the less normal yet I know guys that'll show you heaven Still convinced that 1777 Mountain revolution is shooting for the land That'll raise the stand no matter what's in your plans All of it, drama on a lake, I'm put a call in We can wait for the wake back I'll take these 8 to 10 men in the bar with me I'd have to use both hands to count the spa for me Throwing down in the middle of town While I take in the view and a piss from high ground Take a hold and crawl around twisted Behold me, Mr.

She be ratchet in the club she don't know better 
She will fuck that shit up in the cold weather 
Scarf on hair a mess but I like that 
Lashes on if she wink I'm winking right back 
She be ratchet in the club she don't know better 
She will fuck that shit up in the cold weather 
Scarf on hair a mess but I like that 
Lashes on if she wink I'm winking right back 

I like them ratchet don't do the classy it's not my type 
If she short she a ten if she tall it's alright 
Titties big ass little I can do that 
Guaranteed to make you smile I'm the one that will do that 
I'm from the capital that's Sacramento if you understand me 
They call me almighty baby cause I come in handy
Bound to fall for sure to rise once again 
I'm nineteen still a boy but I then stomped amongst the men 
I like my hair happy if you sad I make you happy 
Just don't be to sassy I'm bound to flash if you come at me 
you don't like it go cause we can function from a distance though 
I'm petty though so if you petty then we tit for toe 
I'm loyal too you get my trust and you gone be my boo 
You fuck it up and I'm gone play you like it's double Dutch 
I brake you down build you up and turn your frown around 
Don't play with me I'm kind of dangerous and I play for keeps 
Won't let you leave you get my heart then bae you stuck with me 
You get my heart then bae you stuck with me 

She be ratchet in the club she don't know better 
She will fuck that shit up in the cold weather 
Scarf on hair a mess but I like that 
Lashes on if she wink I'm winking right back 
She be ratchet in the club she don't know better 
She will fuck that shit up in the cold weather 
Scarf on hair a mess but I like that 
Lashes on if she wink I'm winking right back 

If you throw a smile my way I'm bound to catch it 
You won't regret it I'm the one that make you count your blessings
I probably give you every reason just to hate me 
Then crack a joke and blow a kiss to make you say cheese 
I'm not meant for every lady let me state that 
If you don't like me not on me I'm probably like your dad 
Won't mess up my groove I keep one or two 
Right now I just got one until she say she through 
Once that happen then I switch it up like daily news 
Go pick a fish up out that water I know how to choose 
Bus down thotiana bus down with it 
Shake your ass throw it back bae I'm bound to grip it 

She be ratchet in the club she don't know better 
She will fuck that shit up in the cold weather 
Scarf on hair a mess but I like that 
Lashes on if she wink I'm winking right back 
She be ratchet in the club she don't know better 
She will fuck that shit up in the cold weather 
Scarf on hair a mess but I like that 
Lashes on if she wink I'm winking right back

Cheeks]
One time
We bless the track
rush to the back
it's the LB fam dogg pound we attack
one time for the LP, LB
My family come through
This who we do
Group Home, Universal bounce one

Power moves to be made
Rap game is paid
Clown niggaz gettin paid
it's gettin, jumpin some babes
The mind state steady thinkin
One dutch burnin
I'm already thinkin
Here to lay the real
I know to kill
I feel the envy
But those that try to bind me
right behind me wit my members
???

Talvez eu nunca vá saber
Sequer lembro do nome dela
Logo depois que transei comecei a beber e a fumar
Descobrindo Chico Buarque aos 15 anos comecei a tocar violão
E principalmente a pensar em talvez ser um músico de verdade
Aí a inocência acabou
A partir do momento que eu vi que eu conseguia roubar as coisas, que eu conseguia ser um bom ladrão, eu aprendi a tocar violão de verdade e não parei depois disso
Criando sua própria música a música perde um pouco do valor
Ou ganha um valor diferente
Mas depois desse dia eu nunca mais ouvi música da mesma maneira
É um privilégio poder tocar um instrumento
É um privilégio ter uma banda
Mas ao mesmo tempo é um fardo
Quando você aprende a tocar uma música
Ela perde um pouco do seu valor
Ou ganha um valor diferente não sei
Mas as coisas começaram a ter outros valores
Sexo, bebida, dinheiro
Tudo que todo mundo queria era ter um boné Von Dutch e um V3
Me fala quantos de nós tivemos um V3 e um boné Von Dutch original?
O que isso diz sobre a gente?

Ima need everything macro cuz
I'm on my grind like ballin' and stuff
My dick is her dinner
So she skipping brunch
They be lying on the ass
I really keep tabs
With all of my effort and such
I hit a three
Baby I'm clutch
Sippin on Am
Maybe I'm dutch
These niggas be rapey as fuck
And I'm taking shots
So they better duck
That's on my whole generation
And stuff
These hoes on my dick
Man I need a cup
The flow so
(Uhhh)
They can't get enough
Man they can't get enough
Yeah
I'm in my bag
Bitch I'm in my pocket
You are just baffled I just be shockin'
She like the top of the jar cuz she just be toppin
And she don't never be stoppin
It's Baghdad when I rap
Similar to a hazmat attack
Capital punishment
Guillotine ample attack
Antlers like Prancer
I really dance on a track
Phantom when I rap
Anthem when I rap
Similar to a panda attack
They don't wanna see me eat with fork in my lap
And a spork and a knife
And candle in the back
And a flannel and a map
In the back where they at
I really just rap
I'm finna just lead em on with a rap
I'm where they at
I'm on with a frac
Like one in a half
And that's just math
I be real
Y'all just act
I just chop
I'm like an axe
Take a shower
Fuck that Axe
Take a shower
Fuck that Axe like
If you stink...

Autant de chichis pour des habits si chers
Ce n'est pas qu'un cliché, on ne veut pas avoir l'air de clochards
Ca va même jusqu'à clasher quand tu trouves un style trop chim
La maille tu veux empocher, pense à la fin de semaine prochaine
De l'œil tu clignes et cours au marché de Clignancourt
Pour paraître clean au corps, les clients se plaignent encore
Il y a des prix trop hardcore, parfois pas dans les cordes
Tu négocies et discours en évitant la discorde
Quand les biz sortent des camtars,
Une cohorte se forme dans le tiékar, plus tard, tout le monde porte
La même sorte de peaux de pêche, baggys ou t-shirt
Tu extorques beaucoup de fraîche et tu investis cher
Ca nous est cher, on se déchire pour chéchère
Vetsur  official, c'est sûr je défie le falsh

A  notre époque le look est primordial
Toute la jeunesse est affamée de style
Sapé fashion, cainri ou racaille
On est des crève la maille, on vit pour la marque

Pour être dans l’ambiance la tendance les tasses mettent des tailles basses
Pour aguicher les beaux gosses pésas en Hugo Boss
Elle connaissent les ficelles ressortir le string ficelle
Artificielles et superficielles ça jouent les gosses belles
Mais garde la pêche et la forme dans ton Phat-Farm
Un peau de pêche toujours uniforme le ghetto a ses normes
Quand arrivent les soldes les magasins affrontent des hordes
Rien est hors de prix faut juste convaincre le vendeur à tout prix
Si t’as le béguin pour le dernier baggy fait preuve d’un peu de bas goût
Cette bagatelles ne fera pas toi un brigand
A l’école c’était la compète fallait son survêt complet
Arriver en Fubu pour pas se faire traiter de fonbou
Dégainer les dernières TN pour que tout le monde te téma
Ceux qui portaient des Atemi se tapaient la téhon
Maintenant les femelles se ravitaillent chez H et M ah je l’aime
Je veux le même pour avoir l’air d’une gazelle dans mon Diesel

Je suis dosé quand aveuri (arrive), une spéciale delivery
Dans les zingam(magasins) de Saint-Denis, ça crée l'euphorie
Des baggys d'enfoirés, des steuvés à fourrure
Je m'en vais faire un safari, aux dépenses je suis affairé
A flairer, les sapes de taré qui feront que je défierai
Au niveau vestimentaire les icônes, je ferai fureur
Les looks avant- coureurs, chodar à découvrir
Les States peuvent se réjouir d'investir plus d'un vestiaire
Tu veux le dernier cuir pour avoir l’air d’un dur à cuir
La mode il faut la suivre ça fait parti du savoir vivre
Mais non ce ne sont que des sales manies
Tu peux être respecté avec ou sans Giorgio Armani
De Chanel à Von Dutch tout est trop reuch
J’aime pas les habits gothiques ni ceux de Jean-Paul Gauthier
Gucci Cerruti pas assez pour du Versace
Tu veux te sapper en Kaporal il faut le capital


Le mystère reste entier sur les évènements
Qui m'on rendu si exigeant question vêtement
Maintenant, dis-moi pourquoi les paires de Nike Air gèrent le street wear
De façon totalitaire, frère, sur toute la terre
C’est élémentaire peu importe ta tenu vestimentaire
Tu peux laisser ton matérialisme au vestiaire
Beau gosse met un boubou bébé met des babouches
Parce qu’à cette heure ci c’est cette industrie qui nous bébar

Sapé fashion, cainris ou racaille on est des crève-la maille, on vit pour la marque

Κάποιοι θέλουν να πεθάνουν, κάποιοι θέλουν να με φάνε
Κάνουν μάγια και κατάρες με τον τρόπο που κοιτάνε
Κάποιοι πρόκειται να κλάψουν όταν πάψουν να γελάνε
Το 'χα πει απ' την αρχή πως έχουμε έρθει να τους φάμε
Όλοι κάνουνε φιλίες, προτιμώ να μείνω solo
Πάρε κώλο, δώσε κώλο, γνώρισες τον κόσμο όλο, yah
Κι αφού τον γνώρισες όλο κι αφού γαμήθηκες παντού
Πάλι όταν θα πέσεις θα σ' αφήσουν μόνο
Δεν υπάρχει ντροπή, λόγος τιμής
Έτσι όπως πουλάν τους φίλους τους, ποιον να εμπιστευτείς;
Θα πεθάνω για το Cuban link
Αυτά που έχω δουλέψει, δε μου τα παίρνει κανείς
Fresh prince, Will Smith, διαμάντια στο pinky
Πεθαίνουν να δούνε ποια θα 'ναι η Jada Pinkett
Μιλάμε στο τηλέφωνο και μες στο σπίτι
Μα Κηφισιά δεν ταιριάζω, είμαι τόσο Ξηροκρίνη
Designer drugs, Capital Music cartel
Το χόρτο μου είναι Von Dutch, Christian Audigier
Βγάζω πιο πολλά απ' όλους, 1k το set
Μου λέει "δεν έχεις κάνει ως τώρα καλύτερο sex", bet
Shout out στην Αθήνα και στα Άνω Λιόσια
Στον Νίκο, τον Danny και τον Alex Kartozia
Εδώ δε ρουφάμε σκόνες, τα 'χω τετρακόσια
Είμαι chill όσο φαίνεται να 'χεις θολώσει
Θα το φέρω στο σπίτι του σαν delivery
T-shirt με τη φάτσα του και Rest In Peace
Είν' αστείο πως άλλος μου είπε R.I.P
Μα κατέληξε η καριέρα του να 'ναι νεκρή
Είμαστε διάσημοι, όμορφοι, ταλαντούχοι
Χτίζουμε αυτοκρατορία σαν τον Lucious με την Cookie
Δεν ξέρω αν τους παίρνει να γαμηθούμε
Γιατί αν δεν είναι μαζί μας, τους έχουμε στο τσιμπούκι
Πήραν ένα όπλο και την είδαν shooters
Τους 'πιασαν στον ύπνο σαν τον Mika στο UBER
Όλα super, τ' ορκίζομαι όλα super
Οι εχθροί μου είναι όλοι fake, το ζούνε μες στα computer (yah)

Όλοι στέλνουν shots, μ' αν σουτάρω είμ' ο Kobe
Και βρίσκω μόνο στο κεφάλι σαν να 'τανε zombie
Tim Duncan, Tony Parker και Manu Ginobili
Δεν έχω ντίβες στην ομάδα, σκοράρουμε όλοι
Πόσοι είναι true; σ' ακολουθάνε τόσοι
Σάββατο βράδυ πυροβολισμοί στο Γκάζι
Στα δύσκολα οι δικοί σου θα την 'καναν όλοι
Δεν θα 'βγαινε κάνεις μπροστά σου στο πιστόλι
Αν δεν πετύχουμε μαζί θα πετύχω μόνος
Δε θα πέσουμε μαζί, man, θα πέσεις μόνος
Γι' αυτό δε σ' ήθελε το team, γιατί παίζεις μόνος
Fuck U2, σαν να έχω beef με τον Bono
Όλοι ανυπομονούνε ποιος θα μας ρίξει
Μέχρι τότε μη μιλάτε γιατί είμαι busy
Να προσέχεις τον τροχό λέει γιατί γυρίζει
Τόσο πάγο πάνω μου είμ' ο Snowman, ο Young Jeezy
Όμορφα τα λένε αλλά μένουν στα λόγια
Σκάω μπάφους μες στ' αμάξι, γελάω με τον Κόλλια
Για να πάρεις 5 πλάτες μαλλιάζει η γλώσσα
Μα στην ταινία ο Tony δεν τσιμπουκώνει τον Sosa
Δικηγόροι, λογιστές ελέγχουν τα πάντα
Εδώ ανοίγουμε εταιρίες, μοιράζουμε φράγκα
Αφρικανός με το πλάνο, είμ' ο Jomo Kenyatta
Γι' αυτό επενδύω στο χρυσό κι αγοράζω διαμάντια
Γι' αυτό αν ο πόλεμος κερδίζετε με χρήματα
Καλύτερα παραδοθείτε από σήμερα
Στη θέση τους θα το σκεφτόμουνα καλύτερα
Αν βάλω fullface θα έχουν χίλια προβλήματα
Κάνουν πολλά που μετανιώνουν όταν είναι χάλια
Οι rappers μού θυμίζουν Αγγλίδες στα Μάλια
Σαν πουτάνες που πουλιούνται, γαμιούνται τα βράδια
Και το επόμενο πρωί είν' αδέρφια για πάντα

Πώς δουλεύει αυτό;

They don't get it when they got it
Gettin green why you stoppin
Wanna be poppin
I'm tryna build up my capital
Why is you yapping dude?
2 questions what's in your wallet?
Why you show it if you know you ain't got
Lil niggas over here stealing and robbin
Out with the stick in ya hood like he robin
He ain't have a plan he ain't workin he plottin
What you gone do when he creep up behind ya?