King Los
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"2 Vs 1"
"2 Vs 1"
[Los:]
2 verse 1, 2 verse 1
She give me that overtime then that new work come
What you want the red bottoms and that new purse hun?
We can do that, but first I need that 2 verse 1
Drop it low
Drop it, drop it, drop it low
(Dip it)
Break it, break it down
[?] my flow
What you want them Gucci boots and that new purse hun?
We can do that, but first I need that 2 verse 1
Yo, I'm icy, with a nice V out in SoHo
Your wifey said she like me in a photo
Your wifey and I might creep on the low, though
Cause ain't nothing wrong with some Ice T and CoCo
I'm Ocho, I don't need no strikes for the hoe though
2 verse 1 for the night and I'm dolo
Laid up with her all night? That's a no no
Seen her back yard took [?] to the go-go
White tee, Polo
Quite G, low pro
We can just do it no Nike logo
Spike Lee and at the game 'Mello dropped 40
Money real loud I don't yell a lot shorty
Louboutin slippers Cinderella copped for me
If you got a hot friend you should tell her Hi for me
She say she got a man? Goddamn, how corny
If you treat the wood right a good... [?]
2 verse 1, 2 verse 1
She give me that overtime then that new work come
What you want the red bottoms and that new purse hun?
We can do that, but first I need that 2 verse 1
Drop it low
Drop it, drop it, drop it low
(Dip it)
Break it, break it down
[?] my flow
What you want them Gucci boots and that new purse hun?
We can do that, but first I need that 2 verse 1
Uh, I got a Porsche Panamera
And a drop top Super Sport
Balling out like I wore my high tops to the court
Such a cool style, I could crush a crew down
And got [?] like BOW! Motherfucker POOM, POW!
Hunt for the pussy, I'm a gut the womb down
He don't fuck you like me you should cut the fool now
I'm stuntin' too loud, I don't hear those weirdos
My niggas move birds like scarecrows, here goes
The S-W-A-GG-AB-OY, know why? I'm Gucci crazy
I've been running through the paper like its loose leaf lately
Had a bitter past all I need is two sweet ladies
Bigger house, bigger living room
And I ain't talkin bout the living room
Play soccer, nigga, all I do is kick it to em
If they want game, damn right I'm a give it to em
2 verse 1, 2 verse 1
She give me that overtime then that new work come
What you want the red bottoms and that new purse hun?
We can do that, but first I need that 2 verse 1
Drop it low
Drop it, drop it, drop it low
(Dip it)
Break it, break it down
[?] my flow
What you want them Gucci boots and that new purse hun?
We can do that, but first I need that 2 verse 1
"2 Vs 1"
[Los:]
2 verse 1, 2 verse 1
She give me that overtime then that new work come
What you want the red bottoms and that new purse hun?
We can do that, but first I need that 2 verse 1
Drop it low
Drop it, drop it, drop it low
(Dip it)
Break it, break it down
[?] my flow
What you want them Gucci boots and that new purse hun?
We can do that, but first I need that 2 verse 1
Yo, I'm icy, with a nice V out in SoHo
Your wifey said she like me in a photo
Your wifey and I might creep on the low, though
Cause ain't nothing wrong with some Ice T and CoCo
I'm Ocho, I don't need no strikes for the hoe though
2 verse 1 for the night and I'm dolo
Laid up with her all night? That's a no no
Seen her back yard took [?] to the go-go
White tee, Polo
Quite G, low pro
We can just do it no Nike logo
Spike Lee and at the game 'Mello dropped 40
Money real loud I don't yell a lot shorty
Louboutin slippers Cinderella copped for me
If you got a hot friend you should tell her Hi for me
She say she got a man? Goddamn, how corny
If you treat the wood right a good... [?]
2 verse 1, 2 verse 1
She give me that overtime then that new work come
What you want the red bottoms and that new purse hun?
We can do that, but first I need that 2 verse 1
Drop it low
Drop it, drop it, drop it low
(Dip it)
Break it, break it down
[?] my flow
What you want them Gucci boots and that new purse hun?
We can do that, but first I need that 2 verse 1
Uh, I got a Porsche Panamera
And a drop top Super Sport
Balling out like I wore my high tops to the court
Such a cool style, I could crush a crew down
And got [?] like BOW! Motherfucker POOM, POW!
Hunt for the pussy, I'm a gut the womb down
He don't fuck you like me you should cut the fool now
I'm stuntin' too loud, I don't hear those weirdos
My niggas move birds like scarecrows, here goes
The S-W-A-GG-AB-OY, know why? I'm Gucci crazy
I've been running through the paper like its loose leaf lately
Had a bitter past all I need is two sweet ladies
Bigger house, bigger living room
And I ain't talkin bout the living room
Play soccer, nigga, all I do is kick it to em
If they want game, damn right I'm a give it to em
2 verse 1, 2 verse 1
She give me that overtime then that new work come
What you want the red bottoms and that new purse hun?
We can do that, but first I need that 2 verse 1
Drop it low
Drop it, drop it, drop it low
(Dip it)
Break it, break it down
[?] my flow
What you want them Gucci boots and that new purse hun?
We can do that, but first I need that 2 verse 1
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"6'7 (Six Foot Seven) Freestyle"
"6'7 (Six Foot Seven) Freestyle"
Okay my work out devastating it petrify haters
I personal train amazing then I exercise greatness
You ain't shit my set reppin when it's war on
I have two niggas pushup and show you four arms
Wh-wh-what you boys on I pull up in the latest car
Ya'll niggas ain't doin squat that's why u never raised a bar
My ring work like mayweather with a steady jab
And my chain swing like pacquiao on a heavy bag
My jeweller my cut man your girlfriend my stuntman
She jump off on camera legs spread like the jump man
I'm on the run damn you don't see how hard I go
Jumpin in and out of ropes you don't see my cardio
Audio killer I play the assassin role
Ya'll niggas degrassi I'm more like degrassi no,
You bout to have me go dress up in my granny clothes
Hop up out that wheelchair and snipe you off your patio
Your girl a pistachio I don't give a fuck bout her
Only see what's crackin with her jus to get that nut out her
Gun powder bullet shells leather gloves knuckles out
Zero in and take that shot shootins what the fuck I'm bout
Luck is out it's all skill no bluffin out that war pill
Suckers out leave substance gushin out his skull styll
Heart filled with rage and terror body every punchline
Put me in a cage with lions I'm gon think it's lunch time
Front line soldier shit knee cap shoulder hits
Marksman with the flow chip your tooth if it's over bit
It's over with elite flow boom bam finito
Got rap in the bag cool ranch doritos
Your favourite rapper cool but I'm 30 more below
I show a lil muscle like a jersey shore guido
I hurt your lil ego fuck around and get rocked to sleep
Rappers can't get at me it feel like I locked my tweets
I got you bitches accepted just like a DM
Cause I ain't got to mention you but you still get the message
My shit perfected get your weapon if you scared nigga
You a trick I'm on my strick and trina you don't know nair nigga
Yea nigga I'm talkin to you nigga
Look you in your eye ya heart a fall in your shoe nigga
Y-y-you niggas try los never a smart choice
I promise you boo-boo kevin hart voice
Aw boy I dun went to rock em sock em mode
Knock em out shoes and socks I'm on his heels like doctor scholls
Lock and I load cock and I pop pop pop till the shots in the top of his fo
Lockin his block and I'm clockin his dough like I'm droppin the rocks in the pot on the stove
Dr-dr-dropin the top and I'm clockin his hoe
Put my foot in his ass till his pockets is low
Then I'm l'n em out till his oxygen low
Bitch niggas step up a notch in your flow
Cause you not on my level stop jockin me hoe
Stop watchin me prophecy probably says
Them niggas that's top on me probably did
But you can get properly shot in the head
(BLAAAOOOOW) now what makes you never heard no shit this sick before
A n r's bring your pistols we gon have a bidding war
I mean fuck else I gotta say best rapper alive every body else died today
"6'7 (Six Foot Seven) Freestyle"
Okay my work out devastating it petrify haters
I personal train amazing then I exercise greatness
You ain't shit my set reppin when it's war on
I have two niggas pushup and show you four arms
Wh-wh-what you boys on I pull up in the latest car
Ya'll niggas ain't doin squat that's why u never raised a bar
My ring work like mayweather with a steady jab
And my chain swing like pacquiao on a heavy bag
My jeweller my cut man your girlfriend my stuntman
She jump off on camera legs spread like the jump man
I'm on the run damn you don't see how hard I go
Jumpin in and out of ropes you don't see my cardio
Audio killer I play the assassin role
Ya'll niggas degrassi I'm more like degrassi no,
You bout to have me go dress up in my granny clothes
Hop up out that wheelchair and snipe you off your patio
Your girl a pistachio I don't give a fuck bout her
Only see what's crackin with her jus to get that nut out her
Gun powder bullet shells leather gloves knuckles out
Zero in and take that shot shootins what the fuck I'm bout
Luck is out it's all skill no bluffin out that war pill
Suckers out leave substance gushin out his skull styll
Heart filled with rage and terror body every punchline
Put me in a cage with lions I'm gon think it's lunch time
Front line soldier shit knee cap shoulder hits
Marksman with the flow chip your tooth if it's over bit
It's over with elite flow boom bam finito
Got rap in the bag cool ranch doritos
Your favourite rapper cool but I'm 30 more below
I show a lil muscle like a jersey shore guido
I hurt your lil ego fuck around and get rocked to sleep
Rappers can't get at me it feel like I locked my tweets
I got you bitches accepted just like a DM
Cause I ain't got to mention you but you still get the message
My shit perfected get your weapon if you scared nigga
You a trick I'm on my strick and trina you don't know nair nigga
Yea nigga I'm talkin to you nigga
Look you in your eye ya heart a fall in your shoe nigga
Y-y-you niggas try los never a smart choice
I promise you boo-boo kevin hart voice
Aw boy I dun went to rock em sock em mode
Knock em out shoes and socks I'm on his heels like doctor scholls
Lock and I load cock and I pop pop pop till the shots in the top of his fo
Lockin his block and I'm clockin his dough like I'm droppin the rocks in the pot on the stove
Dr-dr-dropin the top and I'm clockin his hoe
Put my foot in his ass till his pockets is low
Then I'm l'n em out till his oxygen low
Bitch niggas step up a notch in your flow
Cause you not on my level stop jockin me hoe
Stop watchin me prophecy probably says
Them niggas that's top on me probably did
But you can get properly shot in the head
(BLAAAOOOOW) now what makes you never heard no shit this sick before
A n r's bring your pistols we gon have a bidding war
I mean fuck else I gotta say best rapper alive every body else died today
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"A Millie Remix (#1 In The World)"
"A Millie Remix (#1 In The World)"
[Verse:]
I'm slick and I'm fly, I'm fly and I'm slick
So slick I could fly like oh my God, I'm flyin oh shit
Am I slicker or flyer don't know, I'm trying to pick
But if I kill you while your driving you'll be ghostriding your whip
I whipped your girlfriend, Now her and her girlfriend both ridin my dick
My flow so I'll I told the doctor help me I'm dyin I'm sick
Supplyin some shit
Dope as heroin, Every word I'm sayin get you high as a bitch
High as a brick fallin from the towers
Now I'm ballin on them cowards
So hard the NBA comissioner gon call me any hour
Sour face dem coward haters, Fuck dem niggas
Now I'm racist, Give em 40 cal. abrasions
Now I'm facin, Allegegations
Dick her then I cum, Sicker with the words
Quicker with a verse, Quicker with a trigger hit a nigga first
If he get us hurt, Lift him in a hearse
Stick em in the dirt, Stick em then I murk
In the kitchen with the work
Den I be whippin round them pots, Like I'm whippin coka ain't I
I'm a lion from the jungle, No heyena
Both my ninas, Get em in a jam
Stick em in a van, Hit em with the blam
Think a nigga playin, Think he give a damn
Squeeze the trigger, Blam
See the nigga ran, Quick as peter pan
Leave em with a tan, See I beat em man
I beat em with the hands
Oh momma sorry, I don't want no drama from these cats
If I pull my glock up on ya, You'll run like Barack Obama
If we beefin bring ya armor fo' I knock a pothole
Take dat beef, Bring some shells and make a fuckin taco out you
See If it's not clear nigga, It's my year nigga
These other rappers cool, But this shit rite here nigga
Ya ain't tellin Los shit, I'm so outta dis world I make telescopes squint
Shit I just wanna ball with no drama
Black face presidential rolly call it Obama
Oh momma, I'm so sick they tell doctors
She rubbin on my seats like she never felt ostrich
My roof in the trunk like it's bein held hostage
My links so juicy fat people think they smell sausage
And I don't mention you clowns
You niggas wouldn't shoot a tek if caught an intentional foul
I pick a new town, Trick a few thou
Make my wrist like a blizzard blue, Pick at you round
You kiss and you clown, Niggas beat ya chicken to the gizzards wow
I'm bout to slide it to a level where I'm hotter than the devil
Cause ya ridin with a rebel like da rocks that's in my bezzel
I'm a shine, I'm ridin with my metal everytime
In my mind never settle for a dime
I'm petty with my metaphors, To rhyme I'm a climb
I'm better than my predators I wet em every time
Count every president that ever did it hyper irrelavant I recite em in my line
I don't give a fuck about these niggas or the cops, Tryna spend a buck and put spinners on the drop
And it's cold as fuck every winter on the block,
So you know what's up wen I'm aimin 4 ya spot
Give it up smooth or ya gonna get shot
I'm da kid dats movin on ya block
I think it's ben proven Los is hot
Let's get shit movin, I'm focused biotch
"A Millie Remix (#1 In The World)"
[Verse:]
I'm slick and I'm fly, I'm fly and I'm slick
So slick I could fly like oh my God, I'm flyin oh shit
Am I slicker or flyer don't know, I'm trying to pick
But if I kill you while your driving you'll be ghostriding your whip
I whipped your girlfriend, Now her and her girlfriend both ridin my dick
My flow so I'll I told the doctor help me I'm dyin I'm sick
Supplyin some shit
Dope as heroin, Every word I'm sayin get you high as a bitch
High as a brick fallin from the towers
Now I'm ballin on them cowards
So hard the NBA comissioner gon call me any hour
Sour face dem coward haters, Fuck dem niggas
Now I'm racist, Give em 40 cal. abrasions
Now I'm facin, Allegegations
Dick her then I cum, Sicker with the words
Quicker with a verse, Quicker with a trigger hit a nigga first
If he get us hurt, Lift him in a hearse
Stick em in the dirt, Stick em then I murk
In the kitchen with the work
Den I be whippin round them pots, Like I'm whippin coka ain't I
I'm a lion from the jungle, No heyena
Both my ninas, Get em in a jam
Stick em in a van, Hit em with the blam
Think a nigga playin, Think he give a damn
Squeeze the trigger, Blam
See the nigga ran, Quick as peter pan
Leave em with a tan, See I beat em man
I beat em with the hands
Oh momma sorry, I don't want no drama from these cats
If I pull my glock up on ya, You'll run like Barack Obama
If we beefin bring ya armor fo' I knock a pothole
Take dat beef, Bring some shells and make a fuckin taco out you
See If it's not clear nigga, It's my year nigga
These other rappers cool, But this shit rite here nigga
Ya ain't tellin Los shit, I'm so outta dis world I make telescopes squint
Shit I just wanna ball with no drama
Black face presidential rolly call it Obama
Oh momma, I'm so sick they tell doctors
She rubbin on my seats like she never felt ostrich
My roof in the trunk like it's bein held hostage
My links so juicy fat people think they smell sausage
And I don't mention you clowns
You niggas wouldn't shoot a tek if caught an intentional foul
I pick a new town, Trick a few thou
Make my wrist like a blizzard blue, Pick at you round
You kiss and you clown, Niggas beat ya chicken to the gizzards wow
I'm bout to slide it to a level where I'm hotter than the devil
Cause ya ridin with a rebel like da rocks that's in my bezzel
I'm a shine, I'm ridin with my metal everytime
In my mind never settle for a dime
I'm petty with my metaphors, To rhyme I'm a climb
I'm better than my predators I wet em every time
Count every president that ever did it hyper irrelavant I recite em in my line
I don't give a fuck about these niggas or the cops, Tryna spend a buck and put spinners on the drop
And it's cold as fuck every winter on the block,
So you know what's up wen I'm aimin 4 ya spot
Give it up smooth or ya gonna get shot
I'm da kid dats movin on ya block
I think it's ben proven Los is hot
Let's get shit movin, I'm focused biotch
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"All On Me"
"All On Me"
It's all on me (all on me)
Man it's all on me, man it's all on me
Man it's all on me, man it's all one me
And that's what it's gon be
Rich nigga don't sleep
Bitch nigga gon creep
But a nigga gotta eat
Man it's all on me, yeah it's all one me
I guess it's all on me man, it's all on me
(All on me)
If I'm number one I'm gon get this shit on my own
(And that's what it's gon be!
Cause it's all on me man, it's all on me.)
Then they fucked around and got a nigga back in their zone
(I ain't worried 'bout you, why you worrying 'bout me nigga?)
Man it's all on me, man it's all on me
Man it's all on me, man it's all one me
Rich nigga don't sleep
Bitch nigga gon creep
But a nigga gotta eat
So it's all on me
Yeah it's all on me, man it's all on me
Man it's all on me!
Rich nigga don't sleep
U ain't know nothing nigga
It was touching blocks and got chill
Feds are calling my niggas
I still made it off the block and got rich
You ain't know nothing nigga
Had it harder in the slums
Lost my cousin to the streets
Lost my father to a gun
You know we famous for the blow
Everytime we roll, dropping hella bands, 50K or more
Know I got brothers in the game 1 locked up and just came home
Do anything for my niggas
So fuck you lames I'm back in my zone
I'm back in my zone, I'm reloaded bang
Fort like Norte Dame, buddish rollie
My little nigga told me put you out
All he want is a frozen chain, And this shit go bang
I don't really know what's in his brain
But I tell you niggas simple and plain
It fall on me, My nigga said he need bail
Fuck it! Charge it to the game
It's all on me (all on me)
Man it's all on me, man it's all on me
Man it's all on me, man it's all one me
And that's what it's gon be
Rich nigga don't sleep
Bitch nigga gon creep
But a nigga gotta eat
Man it's all on me, yeah it's all one me
I guess it's all on me man, it's all on me
(All on me)
If I'm number one I'm gon get this shit on my own
(And that's what it's gon be!
Cause it's all on me man, it's all on me.)
Then they fucked around and got a nigga back in their zone
(I ain't worried 'bout you, why you worrying 'bout me nigga?)
Man it's all on me, man it's all on me
Man it's all on me, man it's all one me
Rich nigga don't sleep
Bitch nigga gon creep
But a nigga gotta eat
So it's all on me
Yeah it's all on me, man it's all on me
Man it's all on me!
Rich nigga don't sleep
U ain't know nothing nigga
Lost a homie to the feds
Lost a record deal still said I'm a get this bread
Man U ain't know nothing nigga
Said I'm a hustel hard, they can take away the fame I'm a trust in God
You know I'm famous for the flow
Everywhere I go, pumpin' hella fast 50K or more
You know it's suckers in the game, they do lame shit like faking they wrong
Told my city I'm a get it, I'm just mad it took me this long
It took me too long, how [?] running with the feds
Hella shit was running through my head, niggas ending up dead
Hate to see marty like that, they took his girl and they hit him for the bread
Nigga we was bread, right in the [?] shit
Where love don't really mean love
Where smile don't mean a nigga really happy for you
So since the day I found out what it was
It's all on me!
"All On Me"
It's all on me (all on me)
Man it's all on me, man it's all on me
Man it's all on me, man it's all one me
And that's what it's gon be
Rich nigga don't sleep
Bitch nigga gon creep
But a nigga gotta eat
Man it's all on me, yeah it's all one me
I guess it's all on me man, it's all on me
(All on me)
If I'm number one I'm gon get this shit on my own
(And that's what it's gon be!
Cause it's all on me man, it's all on me.)
Then they fucked around and got a nigga back in their zone
(I ain't worried 'bout you, why you worrying 'bout me nigga?)
Man it's all on me, man it's all on me
Man it's all on me, man it's all one me
Rich nigga don't sleep
Bitch nigga gon creep
But a nigga gotta eat
So it's all on me
Yeah it's all on me, man it's all on me
Man it's all on me!
Rich nigga don't sleep
U ain't know nothing nigga
It was touching blocks and got chill
Feds are calling my niggas
I still made it off the block and got rich
You ain't know nothing nigga
Had it harder in the slums
Lost my cousin to the streets
Lost my father to a gun
You know we famous for the blow
Everytime we roll, dropping hella bands, 50K or more
Know I got brothers in the game 1 locked up and just came home
Do anything for my niggas
So fuck you lames I'm back in my zone
I'm back in my zone, I'm reloaded bang
Fort like Norte Dame, buddish rollie
My little nigga told me put you out
All he want is a frozen chain, And this shit go bang
I don't really know what's in his brain
But I tell you niggas simple and plain
It fall on me, My nigga said he need bail
Fuck it! Charge it to the game
It's all on me (all on me)
Man it's all on me, man it's all on me
Man it's all on me, man it's all one me
And that's what it's gon be
Rich nigga don't sleep
Bitch nigga gon creep
But a nigga gotta eat
Man it's all on me, yeah it's all one me
I guess it's all on me man, it's all on me
(All on me)
If I'm number one I'm gon get this shit on my own
(And that's what it's gon be!
Cause it's all on me man, it's all on me.)
Then they fucked around and got a nigga back in their zone
(I ain't worried 'bout you, why you worrying 'bout me nigga?)
Man it's all on me, man it's all on me
Man it's all on me, man it's all one me
Rich nigga don't sleep
Bitch nigga gon creep
But a nigga gotta eat
So it's all on me
Yeah it's all on me, man it's all on me
Man it's all on me!
Rich nigga don't sleep
U ain't know nothing nigga
Lost a homie to the feds
Lost a record deal still said I'm a get this bread
Man U ain't know nothing nigga
Said I'm a hustel hard, they can take away the fame I'm a trust in God
You know I'm famous for the flow
Everywhere I go, pumpin' hella fast 50K or more
You know it's suckers in the game, they do lame shit like faking they wrong
Told my city I'm a get it, I'm just mad it took me this long
It took me too long, how [?] running with the feds
Hella shit was running through my head, niggas ending up dead
Hate to see marty like that, they took his girl and they hit him for the bread
Nigga we was bread, right in the [?] shit
Where love don't really mean love
Where smile don't mean a nigga really happy for you
So since the day I found out what it was
It's all on me!
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"All The Way To Church"
(feat. Jazze Pha)
"All The Way To Church"
(feat. Jazze Pha)
[Verse 1: Los]
So I think they cut my loose leaf, from the forbidden fruit tree
Oo, wee, excuse me, Allow me to introduce me
It's all star Los, from the ball hog show
Don't make me make a target out you walmart flow
You know who I B. add the E.S.T
You playin games boy? I bring you this PS3
Finally The nerd and the bully had words
I throw bullets at bullies I throw bullies at nerds
Since the days of macintosh I just mac' and talk shit
Baby shut yo apple down With this mac and toss it
God damn what I got to start callin' names nigga
Like I don't do this for breakfast, I charlamagne niggas
Magically ass rappers y'all niggas is trash
Every bar talkin' bout how you saw niggas in half
Well that seems odd and cause niggas to laugh
So I'm at your door step with dog shit in a bag
[Hook: Los]
Snapback, louis belt, vans on niggas
Polo sized, pulled up, ray bans on niggas
Hitman, I ain't tryin' to make plans on niggas
Pray for 'em 'fore I have to lay hands on niggas
Whoop his ass, whoop his whoop his ass all the way to church
Whoop his ass, whoop his whoop his ass all the way to church
Whoop his ass, whoop his whoop his ass all the way to church
I just figured that the bigger man oughta say it first
Like lord Jesus tell that boy to leave this
Situation alone holmes I'm jus goin' easy
Whoop his ass, whoop his whoop his ass all the way to church
I just figured that the bigger man oughta say it first
[Verse 2: Los]
You know put 'em in the streets he a awkward ass nigga
They tell me he sneeze wrong I a cough in that nigga
He ain't 'bout that work ol' talkin ass nigga
Put the tommy to you tommy off martin ass niggas
Lames flippin' my bars but I'm landin' shit the best
Nigga think he got heart cause he sayin' it with his chest
We marines my niggas grab that metal and we serve
And come occupy your street like the federal reserve
Ye ain't never choppin a scale with rock for sale
Look in your eyes and I can tell your pops was frail
So for my younger and my older brother locked in jail
I dig in these niggas ass like it's lobster tail
Yeah nigga name 5 rappers fuckin' with me
And leave square niggas with they pineapple's under the sea
Say los bring the greatness back holmes I'm just stating fact
And all y'all niggas suck "April Pratt"
[Hook: Los]
Snapback, louis belt, vans on niggas
Polo sized, pulled up, ray bans on niggas
Hitman, I ain't tryin to make plans on niggas
Pray for 'em before I have to lay hands on niggas
Whoop his ass, whoop his whoop his ass all the way to church
Whoop his ass, whoop his whoop his ass all the way to church
Whoop his ass, whoop his whoop his ass all the way to church
I just figured that bigger man oughta say it first
Like lord Jesus tell that boy to leave this
Situation alone holmes I'm jus goin' easy
Whoop his ass, whoop his whoop his ass all the way to church
I just figured that the bigger man oughta say it first
(feat. Jazze Pha)
"All The Way To Church"
(feat. Jazze Pha)
[Verse 1: Los]
So I think they cut my loose leaf, from the forbidden fruit tree
Oo, wee, excuse me, Allow me to introduce me
It's all star Los, from the ball hog show
Don't make me make a target out you walmart flow
You know who I B. add the E.S.T
You playin games boy? I bring you this PS3
Finally The nerd and the bully had words
I throw bullets at bullies I throw bullies at nerds
Since the days of macintosh I just mac' and talk shit
Baby shut yo apple down With this mac and toss it
God damn what I got to start callin' names nigga
Like I don't do this for breakfast, I charlamagne niggas
Magically ass rappers y'all niggas is trash
Every bar talkin' bout how you saw niggas in half
Well that seems odd and cause niggas to laugh
So I'm at your door step with dog shit in a bag
[Hook: Los]
Snapback, louis belt, vans on niggas
Polo sized, pulled up, ray bans on niggas
Hitman, I ain't tryin' to make plans on niggas
Pray for 'em 'fore I have to lay hands on niggas
Whoop his ass, whoop his whoop his ass all the way to church
Whoop his ass, whoop his whoop his ass all the way to church
Whoop his ass, whoop his whoop his ass all the way to church
I just figured that the bigger man oughta say it first
Like lord Jesus tell that boy to leave this
Situation alone holmes I'm jus goin' easy
Whoop his ass, whoop his whoop his ass all the way to church
I just figured that the bigger man oughta say it first
[Verse 2: Los]
You know put 'em in the streets he a awkward ass nigga
They tell me he sneeze wrong I a cough in that nigga
He ain't 'bout that work ol' talkin ass nigga
Put the tommy to you tommy off martin ass niggas
Lames flippin' my bars but I'm landin' shit the best
Nigga think he got heart cause he sayin' it with his chest
We marines my niggas grab that metal and we serve
And come occupy your street like the federal reserve
Ye ain't never choppin a scale with rock for sale
Look in your eyes and I can tell your pops was frail
So for my younger and my older brother locked in jail
I dig in these niggas ass like it's lobster tail
Yeah nigga name 5 rappers fuckin' with me
And leave square niggas with they pineapple's under the sea
Say los bring the greatness back holmes I'm just stating fact
And all y'all niggas suck "April Pratt"
[Hook: Los]
Snapback, louis belt, vans on niggas
Polo sized, pulled up, ray bans on niggas
Hitman, I ain't tryin to make plans on niggas
Pray for 'em before I have to lay hands on niggas
Whoop his ass, whoop his whoop his ass all the way to church
Whoop his ass, whoop his whoop his ass all the way to church
Whoop his ass, whoop his whoop his ass all the way to church
I just figured that bigger man oughta say it first
Like lord Jesus tell that boy to leave this
Situation alone holmes I'm jus goin' easy
Whoop his ass, whoop his whoop his ass all the way to church
I just figured that the bigger man oughta say it first
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"Amazing"
"Amazing"
Umm you already what this is baby, it's your boy Los
You what I'm talking bout, I mean, it's only right that we go in
So uh, I'm amazing, so so amazing (Welcome to Swaggsville)
Had to turn the lights off
Let's go baby
Cause I go harder, faster, further, stronger
Director, facilitator, illustrator, author
All of the above, I'm falling so far in love with this all over again
This is awesome
Hip-hop be my darling, tell me you gon marry me
Cause without you I'm nothing, and without me you're boring
Look how we be performing, when we get together
Yeah we the shit forever, you see this shit I'm better than all of the rest of
They phony like wrestlers, when you gone I'm restless
But when you close them gestures
Cool as I could ever be, smooth as you could never be
Never out my groove I'm way too cool of a celebrity
F with me I'm definitely the deathest to the death of me
Everybody left me so the only one is left is me
Never thought my life would be filled with so much destiny
Till everything is right with me, I write whatever's left of me
And can't nobody write for me, so I guess it's left to me
To make it all right, you can say I left the recipe, definitely
See me a king it ain't a 'ting when a pawn a verse me
Me no fear when me 'ear all the controversy
Lord 'ave mercy how them tink to response could 'urt me
When me make it 'tru the hard time and all me friend desert me
Allergic to chilling these millions I'm grinding
Shining with the brilliance of a trillion cut diamond
Of course I'm the hardest
They should teach courses at Harvard about how I horse other artists
I'm the Rolls-Royce to these Hondas
Better known as my compe-tition but in compe-tence I am not fond of
If it's not a compli-ment, that's a response to this shit, what could you offer?
Homie, I am off the far corner of Mars with my bars
And fuck gravity I actually walk on the stars
Heard a redneck say "Where the fuck is this nigger from?
All he know is he just jump on the track and he get 'er done
Lord forgive he get a goddamn beat with a bigger drum
Cause Lil Wayne in lost his goddamn brain and Jigga's done"
Where the fuck do I get it from?
Since the moment this shit begun,
It's like God put a pen in my hand and said "nigger run"
I been running ever since, presenting stunning evidence with such cunning relevance and like running elephants
You can hear my arrival, I fear for my rivals
My flow's so righteous should of prepared in the bible
Prepare for the final chapter of a stand up nigga
Cause most rappers got spinal fractures
But mine will capture the minds of the captured
Under these lines I'm underlining the answers
Can't tie me, down or deny me
My ribbon in the sky provided by such a fly me
How deep? I stimulate your brain more
And lames taking shots at me cause I'm something to aim for
Game score, forty nothing
Fucking with Los, I'm sure he's bluffing
My fans say "homeboy you're disgusting,
You don't have to say anything more to em than fuck em"
So "fuck em" I say, and I'm so sincere why the fuck would I play?
He ain't walk in my shoes, nigga fuck what he say
I just murdered this shit, come fuck with me Ye
"Amazing"
Umm you already what this is baby, it's your boy Los
You what I'm talking bout, I mean, it's only right that we go in
So uh, I'm amazing, so so amazing (Welcome to Swaggsville)
Had to turn the lights off
Let's go baby
Cause I go harder, faster, further, stronger
Director, facilitator, illustrator, author
All of the above, I'm falling so far in love with this all over again
This is awesome
Hip-hop be my darling, tell me you gon marry me
Cause without you I'm nothing, and without me you're boring
Look how we be performing, when we get together
Yeah we the shit forever, you see this shit I'm better than all of the rest of
They phony like wrestlers, when you gone I'm restless
But when you close them gestures
Cool as I could ever be, smooth as you could never be
Never out my groove I'm way too cool of a celebrity
F with me I'm definitely the deathest to the death of me
Everybody left me so the only one is left is me
Never thought my life would be filled with so much destiny
Till everything is right with me, I write whatever's left of me
And can't nobody write for me, so I guess it's left to me
To make it all right, you can say I left the recipe, definitely
See me a king it ain't a 'ting when a pawn a verse me
Me no fear when me 'ear all the controversy
Lord 'ave mercy how them tink to response could 'urt me
When me make it 'tru the hard time and all me friend desert me
Allergic to chilling these millions I'm grinding
Shining with the brilliance of a trillion cut diamond
Of course I'm the hardest
They should teach courses at Harvard about how I horse other artists
I'm the Rolls-Royce to these Hondas
Better known as my compe-tition but in compe-tence I am not fond of
If it's not a compli-ment, that's a response to this shit, what could you offer?
Homie, I am off the far corner of Mars with my bars
And fuck gravity I actually walk on the stars
Heard a redneck say "Where the fuck is this nigger from?
All he know is he just jump on the track and he get 'er done
Lord forgive he get a goddamn beat with a bigger drum
Cause Lil Wayne in lost his goddamn brain and Jigga's done"
Where the fuck do I get it from?
Since the moment this shit begun,
It's like God put a pen in my hand and said "nigger run"
I been running ever since, presenting stunning evidence with such cunning relevance and like running elephants
You can hear my arrival, I fear for my rivals
My flow's so righteous should of prepared in the bible
Prepare for the final chapter of a stand up nigga
Cause most rappers got spinal fractures
But mine will capture the minds of the captured
Under these lines I'm underlining the answers
Can't tie me, down or deny me
My ribbon in the sky provided by such a fly me
How deep? I stimulate your brain more
And lames taking shots at me cause I'm something to aim for
Game score, forty nothing
Fucking with Los, I'm sure he's bluffing
My fans say "homeboy you're disgusting,
You don't have to say anything more to em than fuck em"
So "fuck em" I say, and I'm so sincere why the fuck would I play?
He ain't walk in my shoes, nigga fuck what he say
I just murdered this shit, come fuck with me Ye
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"American Gangsta Freestyle"
"American Gangsta Freestyle"
Los! Uh
Haha! Listen, ok
Last time I hustled hard cause rappers just pussy
And the crown ain't safe in the hood, wats goody?
Uh, I picture my goal
Picture this go getter, yea niggas is slow
I'm pitching a snow headed. Noo
Nigga paint pictures with his fly repetition
Don't I paint the perfect picture like it's high definition
I'm too Jurassic, a future classic
Transack, Louie backpack, Do the math
Bitch don't let me black cause it's ugly, I'm back won my study,
Loosen up the snap backs, back to the skullies
Make me flashback to the laps and the Cudi's
Don't make me relax, I'll run laps around dummies
Relapse, he's backs, it's a wrap for you mummies
Weak rappers, ease back, back to the background for me
Trynna handle more bizz, so I can get rose on the 23's
Something like Amber on Wiz
The Crown ain't safe, so all you niggas screaming out 'You Got Next'
Tell them I said now it ain't safe
I eat off rap, eat rappers, keep snacking, so keep slacking
I'm lap running and speed bagging, heavy bagging, body hooking and left jabbing
Make you miscount an attack, then I step back and it's 1 hit, 2 hit, 3 hit,
You four like a 1 dick, 2 chick, 3 some these whores
1 watch, 2 chains, like a 3 degrees breeze, I'm the one air, like the 23's on my sneakers
And there's a lot of big critics every time the kid break another comment,
Talk about the kid's Ink, Fuck ya'll think, I get the job done
I ain't make XXL, but they can't God son
It's game time ya'll pretending to ball
I got a flow that'll school boys no Kendrick Lamar
Oh let me stop it I'm just killing every topic
I ain't dissing, I ain't bitching if a nigga dissing me
I don't know cause I ain't listen, I ain't missing, I ain't missing
I'm the nigga with a mission, got a plan and the vision
I want the crown, you ain't understand that?
Fuck it I want the ground, niggas run around blocks, I run the town
I don't chase a dream, nigga I hunt it down, and never close an eyelid
Never met Los, you never know I'm fly as shit
But try this on, seeing how it's feeling,
That you could never be number two, so see I ain't shitting you,
You could only be number 1, and I see why it's pissing you, off
Soft niggas lack the backbone and the heart, you don't even act wrong in your thoughts
And it's moving the nigga to act wrong get depart
Or we can take two no drama queen, get the director cut, I don't mean behind the scenes
I've been doing this shit since Francis and Yao Ming
80's baby, fly on the low life
Tracy Mcgraddys eye on the low, when I had gold teeth and I was high on the dro
And my big homie had a whole pie on the stove
Had my eye on the goal, hog tie on the floor
And even when I ain't drive, I walk fly on a hoe, LOS!
"American Gangsta Freestyle"
Los! Uh
Haha! Listen, ok
Last time I hustled hard cause rappers just pussy
And the crown ain't safe in the hood, wats goody?
Uh, I picture my goal
Picture this go getter, yea niggas is slow
I'm pitching a snow headed. Noo
Nigga paint pictures with his fly repetition
Don't I paint the perfect picture like it's high definition
I'm too Jurassic, a future classic
Transack, Louie backpack, Do the math
Bitch don't let me black cause it's ugly, I'm back won my study,
Loosen up the snap backs, back to the skullies
Make me flashback to the laps and the Cudi's
Don't make me relax, I'll run laps around dummies
Relapse, he's backs, it's a wrap for you mummies
Weak rappers, ease back, back to the background for me
Trynna handle more bizz, so I can get rose on the 23's
Something like Amber on Wiz
The Crown ain't safe, so all you niggas screaming out 'You Got Next'
Tell them I said now it ain't safe
I eat off rap, eat rappers, keep snacking, so keep slacking
I'm lap running and speed bagging, heavy bagging, body hooking and left jabbing
Make you miscount an attack, then I step back and it's 1 hit, 2 hit, 3 hit,
You four like a 1 dick, 2 chick, 3 some these whores
1 watch, 2 chains, like a 3 degrees breeze, I'm the one air, like the 23's on my sneakers
And there's a lot of big critics every time the kid break another comment,
Talk about the kid's Ink, Fuck ya'll think, I get the job done
I ain't make XXL, but they can't God son
It's game time ya'll pretending to ball
I got a flow that'll school boys no Kendrick Lamar
Oh let me stop it I'm just killing every topic
I ain't dissing, I ain't bitching if a nigga dissing me
I don't know cause I ain't listen, I ain't missing, I ain't missing
I'm the nigga with a mission, got a plan and the vision
I want the crown, you ain't understand that?
Fuck it I want the ground, niggas run around blocks, I run the town
I don't chase a dream, nigga I hunt it down, and never close an eyelid
Never met Los, you never know I'm fly as shit
But try this on, seeing how it's feeling,
That you could never be number two, so see I ain't shitting you,
You could only be number 1, and I see why it's pissing you, off
Soft niggas lack the backbone and the heart, you don't even act wrong in your thoughts
And it's moving the nigga to act wrong get depart
Or we can take two no drama queen, get the director cut, I don't mean behind the scenes
I've been doing this shit since Francis and Yao Ming
80's baby, fly on the low life
Tracy Mcgraddys eye on the low, when I had gold teeth and I was high on the dro
And my big homie had a whole pie on the stove
Had my eye on the goal, hog tie on the floor
And even when I ain't drive, I walk fly on a hoe, LOS!
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"Angel"
"Angel"
[Verse 1: Los]
I heard a whisper from my angel in my sleep
She said you need to let go all that pain in which you keep
Baby I know it's deep but how you gon' live
With bottled up emotions because you never forgive
Your fathers in a better place he wouldn't want you stressin'
What about your family, what about your blessins
How you gon' focus and be steady on your goal
If you don't get rid of this burden that's so heavy on your soul
Well I didn't know hiding my problems wouldn't work
Nobody knew my pain I was just smilin' when it hurt
I guess I gotta cry cause since I ain't get it out this long
Dealin' with it everyday I thought that meant that I was strong
You may figure that it's better like it's easier to take
But when that pressure build up it make you easier to break
See God kept me safe through all these violent situations
Through these trials and tribulations, I'm just glad that I can have
[Hook: Los]
A conversation with my angel and I'm flyin' away
All the clouds leave out my sky to bring sum sunshine in my day
Suddenly everything's okay and I hunger even more
To conquer everything I dream and I'm much stronger than before
A conversation with my angel and I'm already fine
Got no time for nothin petty homie I'm ready to shine
A conversation with my angel got me in the clouds
And I'm good enough to get up cause she got me when I'm down
A conversation with my angel
[Verse 2: Los]
The story gets deeper I ain't even scratch the surface
She said when I was born I always had a special purpose
She told me how she always used to watch me as I lay
How she used to wrap her wings around me as she pray
How the devil want me gone but God won't give him the permission
She said there's somethin' bigger for you just stick to your vision
Watch who be in your circle cause the company you keep
Could be the very ones that bring you nothing but defeat
So I focus on my future leaving history behind
Now I feel like I could make it I feel victory is mine
All the hatred that I felt all the agony and pain
Makes the sun so beautiful after seeing rain
See some people hold it in and throw they life away for years
Cause they never had somebody there to wipe away they tears
See God kept me safe through all these violent situations
Through these trials and tribulations, I'm jus glad that I can have
[Hook: Los]
A conversation with my angel and I'm flyin' away
All the clouds leave out my sky to bring sum sunshine in my day
Suddenly everything's okay and I hunger even more
To conquer everything I dream and I'm much stronger than before
A conversation with my angel and I'm already fine
Got no time for nothin petty homie I'm ready to shine
A conversation with my angel got me in the clouds
And I'm good enough to get up cause she got me when I'm down
A conversation with my angel
[Verse 3: Los]
Uh, this will fulfill me for ever
For the prophecy reads I was built to be better
Inclined to understand the mind of a hater
Divined before my time designed to be greater
Yes sir you feel that surge when I'm rhymin
When the pressure is on me then (what) emerge is a diamond
Time and focus determination, ambition
She said pay attention to every word I'm saying and listen
Patience, obedience, humbleness, tolerance
Getting knocked down help you master lifes balances
Challenges, obstacles, road blocks, pit stops
Don't stop till it stops, tic toc
The clock goes, then time goes by so fast
Your chance might pass while your eyes closed
So thanks mom for every time you made me laugh
I'll call you tomorrow just so I can have a
[Hook: Los]
A conversation with my angel and I'm flyin' away
All the clouds leave out my sky to bring sum sunshine in my day
Suddenly everything's okay and I hunger even more
To conquer everything I dream and I'm much stronger than before
A conversation with my angel and I'm already fine
Got no time for nothin petty homie I'm ready to shine
A conversation with my angel got me in the clouds
And I'm good enough to get up cause she got me when I'm down
A conversation with my angel
"Angel"
[Verse 1: Los]
I heard a whisper from my angel in my sleep
She said you need to let go all that pain in which you keep
Baby I know it's deep but how you gon' live
With bottled up emotions because you never forgive
Your fathers in a better place he wouldn't want you stressin'
What about your family, what about your blessins
How you gon' focus and be steady on your goal
If you don't get rid of this burden that's so heavy on your soul
Well I didn't know hiding my problems wouldn't work
Nobody knew my pain I was just smilin' when it hurt
I guess I gotta cry cause since I ain't get it out this long
Dealin' with it everyday I thought that meant that I was strong
You may figure that it's better like it's easier to take
But when that pressure build up it make you easier to break
See God kept me safe through all these violent situations
Through these trials and tribulations, I'm just glad that I can have
[Hook: Los]
A conversation with my angel and I'm flyin' away
All the clouds leave out my sky to bring sum sunshine in my day
Suddenly everything's okay and I hunger even more
To conquer everything I dream and I'm much stronger than before
A conversation with my angel and I'm already fine
Got no time for nothin petty homie I'm ready to shine
A conversation with my angel got me in the clouds
And I'm good enough to get up cause she got me when I'm down
A conversation with my angel
[Verse 2: Los]
The story gets deeper I ain't even scratch the surface
She said when I was born I always had a special purpose
She told me how she always used to watch me as I lay
How she used to wrap her wings around me as she pray
How the devil want me gone but God won't give him the permission
She said there's somethin' bigger for you just stick to your vision
Watch who be in your circle cause the company you keep
Could be the very ones that bring you nothing but defeat
So I focus on my future leaving history behind
Now I feel like I could make it I feel victory is mine
All the hatred that I felt all the agony and pain
Makes the sun so beautiful after seeing rain
See some people hold it in and throw they life away for years
Cause they never had somebody there to wipe away they tears
See God kept me safe through all these violent situations
Through these trials and tribulations, I'm jus glad that I can have
[Hook: Los]
A conversation with my angel and I'm flyin' away
All the clouds leave out my sky to bring sum sunshine in my day
Suddenly everything's okay and I hunger even more
To conquer everything I dream and I'm much stronger than before
A conversation with my angel and I'm already fine
Got no time for nothin petty homie I'm ready to shine
A conversation with my angel got me in the clouds
And I'm good enough to get up cause she got me when I'm down
A conversation with my angel
[Verse 3: Los]
Uh, this will fulfill me for ever
For the prophecy reads I was built to be better
Inclined to understand the mind of a hater
Divined before my time designed to be greater
Yes sir you feel that surge when I'm rhymin
When the pressure is on me then (what) emerge is a diamond
Time and focus determination, ambition
She said pay attention to every word I'm saying and listen
Patience, obedience, humbleness, tolerance
Getting knocked down help you master lifes balances
Challenges, obstacles, road blocks, pit stops
Don't stop till it stops, tic toc
The clock goes, then time goes by so fast
Your chance might pass while your eyes closed
So thanks mom for every time you made me laugh
I'll call you tomorrow just so I can have a
[Hook: Los]
A conversation with my angel and I'm flyin' away
All the clouds leave out my sky to bring sum sunshine in my day
Suddenly everything's okay and I hunger even more
To conquer everything I dream and I'm much stronger than before
A conversation with my angel and I'm already fine
Got no time for nothin petty homie I'm ready to shine
A conversation with my angel got me in the clouds
And I'm good enough to get up cause she got me when I'm down
A conversation with my angel
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"Angel (Dirty Money Freestyle)"
"Angel (Dirty Money Freestyle)"
Yeah, yeah, yo
Ayo, I'm laughing at the critics in the booth
I just throw on the ray bans
And pour a lil liquor in my juice
My flow ain't a critical dispute
I pushed myself so hard it could be considered physical abuse
Life like a circus when it come to this fame
I've been walking a tight rope for years juggling pain
Had to struggle to gain
You can see the thorough in my eyes
I like to shake these nigga's hand and feel the girl in they vibe
I'm leavin' nigga's by the curb where his ride
It's something buried inside
That felt different back when Jerl was alive
Yeah, I'm on my grind what you whinin' and mad foe
I ain't throwin' shade you can't shine in my shadow
Compare my poise to the pathetic in you
Pardon my rhetoric but you better get etiquette school
You embellish irrelevance you unintelligent fools
And you lack the vernacular that deems you eligible
Walk through hell and I'm cool
Swim through the pool of forbidden water
Hell, fire, scorch, I lived in the midst of torture
Hardships distortion unfortunate misfortunes
Alternate grief for us no alternate resources
These courses I ran made a man of me
It's funny how I used to think pain made a family
Love harder, but love only bring the pain
All that shit confusing is a bitch and it seem the same
Seen the game from angles you couldn't imagine
It's pushing your luck to say I'll never be pushing a phantom
Hurt from where it get
Hated in the trap
If you get beaten in a scrap then you reaching for your strap
And it's funny how they greet you with a dap, how they hug you
Tell you to stay up before they bring you and attack
If I ever feel defeated with this rap it's a wrap
I will literally chase success down and beat it with a bat
I'm a heathen when I zap
It's a reason that I rap
You will never see the day nor the evening that I, slack
No stressin', progression is no question
And tribulation with no faith is no blessin'
No guessin' and I'm so sincere
That I'm so on your ass if you don't concur
Cause rappers all fake like smoke and mirrors
And I've been on the snap like spoken word
Audiences, ya'll ridiculous and hardly vicious
Guard your trenches be consciousnesses ya'll all pretenders
And I'm from where the choppers be
Where nigga's get bagged like a shopping spree
Way nice I'm on my Ray Rice it ain't no stoppin' me
And that's just what they do for fun
And if you standin' next to em' that's a two for one
Welcome to the wire where we hirin' a goon or two
It'll look like we made fliers for your funeral
Who are you to judge me?
Assuming you above me
But you never been around for all my beautiful's and uglie's
Trust me, I ain't even on my third style
I ain't even start reachin' in my word pile
With no words I could make your girl smile
With four words I could the world bow
Ya'll nigga's thorough how
Let's get this real clear
I've been through everything
And I'm still here
Some say I'm cocky, too conceited
But they ain't see all the superficial's I superseded
No more fallin'
Forever standin'
This time when I take flight I'm never landing
Waving at everything below
Had a smokey past but my future so Debow
Watch what you record and I ain't talkin TiVo
Meet me in the sky motherfucker, Zero
"Angel (Dirty Money Freestyle)"
Yeah, yeah, yo
Ayo, I'm laughing at the critics in the booth
I just throw on the ray bans
And pour a lil liquor in my juice
My flow ain't a critical dispute
I pushed myself so hard it could be considered physical abuse
Life like a circus when it come to this fame
I've been walking a tight rope for years juggling pain
Had to struggle to gain
You can see the thorough in my eyes
I like to shake these nigga's hand and feel the girl in they vibe
I'm leavin' nigga's by the curb where his ride
It's something buried inside
That felt different back when Jerl was alive
Yeah, I'm on my grind what you whinin' and mad foe
I ain't throwin' shade you can't shine in my shadow
Compare my poise to the pathetic in you
Pardon my rhetoric but you better get etiquette school
You embellish irrelevance you unintelligent fools
And you lack the vernacular that deems you eligible
Walk through hell and I'm cool
Swim through the pool of forbidden water
Hell, fire, scorch, I lived in the midst of torture
Hardships distortion unfortunate misfortunes
Alternate grief for us no alternate resources
These courses I ran made a man of me
It's funny how I used to think pain made a family
Love harder, but love only bring the pain
All that shit confusing is a bitch and it seem the same
Seen the game from angles you couldn't imagine
It's pushing your luck to say I'll never be pushing a phantom
Hurt from where it get
Hated in the trap
If you get beaten in a scrap then you reaching for your strap
And it's funny how they greet you with a dap, how they hug you
Tell you to stay up before they bring you and attack
If I ever feel defeated with this rap it's a wrap
I will literally chase success down and beat it with a bat
I'm a heathen when I zap
It's a reason that I rap
You will never see the day nor the evening that I, slack
No stressin', progression is no question
And tribulation with no faith is no blessin'
No guessin' and I'm so sincere
That I'm so on your ass if you don't concur
Cause rappers all fake like smoke and mirrors
And I've been on the snap like spoken word
Audiences, ya'll ridiculous and hardly vicious
Guard your trenches be consciousnesses ya'll all pretenders
And I'm from where the choppers be
Where nigga's get bagged like a shopping spree
Way nice I'm on my Ray Rice it ain't no stoppin' me
And that's just what they do for fun
And if you standin' next to em' that's a two for one
Welcome to the wire where we hirin' a goon or two
It'll look like we made fliers for your funeral
Who are you to judge me?
Assuming you above me
But you never been around for all my beautiful's and uglie's
Trust me, I ain't even on my third style
I ain't even start reachin' in my word pile
With no words I could make your girl smile
With four words I could the world bow
Ya'll nigga's thorough how
Let's get this real clear
I've been through everything
And I'm still here
Some say I'm cocky, too conceited
But they ain't see all the superficial's I superseded
No more fallin'
Forever standin'
This time when I take flight I'm never landing
Waving at everything below
Had a smokey past but my future so Debow
Watch what you record and I ain't talkin TiVo
Meet me in the sky motherfucker, Zero