Lyrics:
Rhyme Syndicate, a storm incubating
The Syndicate's stronger day by day
12-gauge leave suckers brutally
Layin' in the concrete, kick ya face
Your
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
What the deal Nasa? Touching yourself
Uh, 1-2, what
Def Jukies, stabbing bitches in the nookie like, what
Don't make me bite ya face (come on)
'Cuz
don't come at me like Khalifa
Bitch, watch that tone
Pop meds in the juicer, turn to stone
You tried using your head but you still ain't blown
Leave you
on my body
The new Gucci has less monograms, God's got him
Let he without sin cast the first stone
So I built that all glass quad level first home
grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
[Chorus: x8]
This a trap
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap (trap muzik)
Welcome back to the trap
Niggas back in the trap
But you can't worry bout that
Cause you Black
When you go outside
You might just get clapped
By a nigga that look like you
Or officer Jack
Or get jacked
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
under the mats, cracked wrapped in plastic
Triple beam, be -12, and seran wrap, money rubberband wrapped
Second album goes gold they can't stand that
From the album fairytale
Cat's a-sleeping in the sun,
Eyes take heed the colours call.
Sunlight patterns touch the wall,
Red kerchiefs sail
and inanimate
I'm trying to get everything down that Jaden is dictating
I'm seated upon a stone pillow, surrounded by abyss
I'm at a desk, accompanied by a gas
famous for the 12 prophets statues in Ouro Preto
Na Baixada - one of the most violent and dangerous places in Rio de Janeiro
As peladas - soccer played
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
When I was 12 I was angry and bored
Found music by Green Day and Faith No More
It was different than other stuff hitherto heard
But the difference
Yo, Dest'n?
Remember where we grew up?
Was always at your granny house, we would be living it up
Was tryna to get that cash by cutting grass, wasn't
sum
She take shit that bitch dies
And fuck the feds on talk ion talk we do drive bys then we walk now he chalk
Took his brain off he forgot he gon rot
confirmed by all sides
While the governing authorities
Said it was falsified
By his followers
Who stole his body and lied
Hundreds began to claim
They've all
Walking wit steppas you can’t reach this level
You hit the wrong button you get played like a album
Hoes throwing salt pick a stone like Rosetta
I
Pan-Horus
Consciously grabs the bull by the horns, claims Taurus
Dome of the rock where my alchemical formula lurks
Bursts into flames, burns in a rage like
The Feeling ( Ft. Jag , J.Stone )
Written by Adrian A Smith II , JAG & J.Stone
Mixed & Masted by MixedByCrook
THIS THE FEELING I GET WHEN I STACK
(For real)
Money got em' switching up like different stones (Huh?)
What you abide by?
Selling souls for a whip faster than when time fly (Skrrt)
Got
thought my heart had turned to stone
I feel it turning back
Oh
(Find somebody)
And I just need to
Find somebody to fix these broken pieces
Left by lovers
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