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Breathe
When times get hard
Who's palms
Gon slap together, spit a psalm
Been a long time since my hands touched
Or my eyes pointed towards the sky
Nigga found God in a mic
And a pen, with the hymns that I write
(I, I) I could script a bible
Print it unrevised too
Have a couple followers the next day
Week after, parting waves
Red Sea, I'm no disciple
I been nice, fool
I'm Hitchcock with the windows
Peep your moves while I laugh at you through my rearview
This the version where I shoot the fade with Judas
I ain't letting a snake walk
This time I'm choosing who gets put upon this crucifix
Perusing through my list of niggas who be chatting that weak talk
I feel like a branch on a tree in the winter, I'm snapping
Leave bodies traced out with that white chalk, huh
Cain you be Abel to beat me in battle
You know the answer is no way
Bring your holy book to the chapel
It's the last time that you'll pray
Meet your reaper through the eyes of me
I’m the apex, you just prey
In this sport ain’t nothing free
With that career, you will pay
Don’t you misstep, nigga
Exodus, exodus, exodus
Exiting out a black black hole in my heart
That morphs to my fear of the dark
Into a spear to my brain, then my days in the park
Exodus, exodus, exodus
Exiting out of my soul then it parks
Itself in a body that’s marked
To overcome pain and be king on this earth fore it parts (X2)
If I die fore I wake, pray may my mind escapes to a new realm. May my body be free of all demons that compose me. Battling fears and crossing t’s to know what it’ll feel like to make the ultimate sacrifice; I’ll die for it fore I simply submit on my back. Don’t you hear me praying down here? On the day of my immaculate conception, I rose to my feet, and bloomed like the carnation from the blood in the street.
In the land of the never terrified
Home of the never lay your hand to testify
I spent my days with the concrete and the trees
Grown where sanctified sinners meet
Creating all you see
In your face like the sun on 151st street
(Beaming judgment saying)
When you finna shine this bright, Josh?
Try to withstand all my might, Josh
Make the block so hot I take yo life, Josh
Fuck around tell the world you not alright, Josh
Exposed by the rays
Ain't no alleyways for shade
You face the music
You conduct your future
What song will you play?
What song do you play?
How long do you pray?
Are your demons awake?
Why the beast’s belly always ache?
Four bar lick for my freedom
A symphony for serenity
Imma need more energy
May Jesus
Let me receive his blessings
Before I cross paths with a detective
And become a stat of pork with a shaky weapon
He’ll have it off safety before it reach my direction
Stop and frisk turned barrel to my head
Boy with that being said
The life that you live is the death that you get
Can’t survive by holding breath
Crucify me, pin my feet
Stuck in emotional quicksand
My stamina almost on E
I took too long to see my ways
And for that pin my hands that ain’t scared of fades
Can you pray for me?
I gotta pay a toll at the gate, and I’m scraping pennies homie
Many sins on me
What song you gon play?
How long do you pray?
Are your demons awake?
Why the beast’s belly always ache?
Aw man
He tryna go against the wrath
Ain’t it funny when he try to fight back?
Ain’t no light in his path
How the hell you sposed to guide that?
His confidence is fading
Now he rarely speaking
And he short on payments
Gates closing and creaking
Seeking something this life won’t give him and that’s freedom —
Wake up!
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2. |
Bag Talk
03:48
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You can’t be from this side and not love static
I could spit bricks and then bag it
Catch me in traffic
On my way to flip magic to addicts
Syllables a gram
Lines worth a band
Verses go for gold and tracks enough to move the fam to the motherland
I secure the bag like my niggas and
They diplomas (they degrees)
I secure the bag like my niggas still
On the corner (slanging keys)
I see both side like Chanel (both side)
Red, blue, what you pop?
Could escape, or make it real
I used to scheme, but I never had the guts to hit the lick
I used to dream I be laying in a casket or the pin
Picked the pen up, found strength from within
The life that chose me ain’t the life I live
This purgatory called the projects got its eyes set on my demise
From time to time I cry and ask why
Every single day’s a new way to survive
Ain’t a 9 to 5 that’s gonna cut it
Won’t help me get to my bag then I won’t discuss it
Look, imma stick to my path, ain’t no way I’m budging
Thought I was gon quit, then Tyler told me I’m bugging
Boy you better get up off ya ass make a move, do something
Nothing falls in your lap
You earn what you work for in life, that’s a fact
If you fall do you rise, or remain on your back?
What’s the plan of attack, my nigga?
I got a lot of goals and they only getting bigger
I can’t picture taking days off to rest
I wanna be the only one, not the best
That's the crown on my head and all the amateurs dead
And my bread stacked right and ain’t much to really stress
I know that will come with time
Meanwhile I’ll perfect my shine, ay
Mama, I’m just tryna live
I’ve been chasing what the world won’t give
I know just cause it glitter it ain’t gold
I know the world is mine to hold
I smoke me a spliff and bump digits
Horses don’t stop, boy you tripping
Don’t gotta fuck with my vision
You in the way of the mission
You know what happen when Noch say to get em
This isn’t new, I been here for a minute
151st boy you know how I’m living
Ain’t a thing different, I grind till I get it
My wrist feel like I done spent time in the kitchen (I'm)
Just whipping and whipping and whipping and whipping
I’ll save the block like I dove in the stands
Four seconds left put the rock in my hands
I pull up from deep, I connect, I ain’t break a sweat
Pop my jersey, pump fist to the fans
Play for comma, comma, comma so my mama out hood
Wish you would try to tell me that will never happen
Ain’t just paper stacking, I take my passion
Turn the pain to a painting that’s matching
The likes of idols, come soon, we’ll be rivals
And I’m not the type to back down when I’m scrapping
I know they won’t either
So I’ll be prepared for the blood moon that evening
I know they won't either
So I’ll be prepared for the blood moon that evening
Mama, I’m just tryna live (I don't know what this world gon bring)
I’ve been chasing what the world won’t give
I know just cause it glitter it ain’t gold (But I know that this is the life for me)
I know the world is mine to hold
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3. |
Adam Clayton's Youth
04:25
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Wanna lose my shit, split a wig, and just act out, nigga
Turn my whole dorm to a trap house, nigga
Game is cat-mouse, don't worry bout who finna get ya
Rat mouth spitters hit for a couple figures
West side raised a misfit of a winner (West side)
Don't you leave your door unlocked, cause I ain't gon knock
Been hungry since '08,
'09, lived in home destined to break
Used the pen to escape, cause if not
I woulda put my hood in the trunk
Overrun your block
(Yock yock, yock)
Sound like a parade, way it drum, but I ain't march with them
Pour a glass for the man I've become
Im in my 20s, son, that's a shot on me
You can't tell me anything,
I'm used to a foul mouth, and how whisky sting
You could miss me with that talk of doubt
Got some timbs for a runny mouth
Got some wins for my squad, when the hard work works out against the odds
Know I’m talking bout
Perseverance when you close to E
I️ put all my hope in me
GOAT what I’m 'sposed to be
Preach
Forever young
Immortality through my window
My clock don't run
My sun gon glow
Scared paper don't make no paper
If I ever go broke, eye through the scope of laser
My respect is due, boy, don’t you play with me
This lane is built for one, can't race with me
Things a lil different but I’m still the same nigga from block, homie
You still get rocked, homie
You get dealt with quick like a shot, homie
In the gang you don’t fit, we are not homies
Harlem pride on me since my adolescence
It was me, Tay Nasty, JB, BC, Kenny, Kevin, spitting after school instead of stressing
Growing up, you come to learn a lesson
You don’t quit on dreams
Not when that’s all you got like you put your luck in the slots
You pull the lever and pray that them coins drop
I’ll rather work for my jackpot
I wanna drive down seventh with the tits showing
Whip appealing, ain’t a roof on it
You cant be humble when you this flossy
Need my team eating, need my family cozy
Need a trophy case, and a couple 40s
Need the key to immortality
If I promise one thing, you ain't finna take this moment from me
Preach
In this heat don’t doubt i own the hour
A war born flower
In this heat don’t doubt i own the hour
A war born flower
I know bout the light
I know bout the dark
I know bout the plight
I know bout the way love's a double edged sword and the blades are too sharp for a poke
I know bout the way that government huntin' my folks
I know the way hunnid racks will provoke one to turn their backs on they goals like they was playing the post
I know the moon when the stars don't align
I know the moon when you giving a vibe
That let me know you won't be good on this side
I know the hood and the books and the weight
I know the truth about how to escape
I know the answers unfold when I wake
I know the reaper could wait till I'm ready or see me with clips, my fist, or machete
Forever young
Immortality through my window
My clock don't run (you can't run)
My sun gon glow (sun gon glow)
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(No More) Mr. Nice Guy
03:56
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You wanna talk about guns?
You wanna talk about bitches?
Wanna talk about drugs?
How you hitting them switches?
You wanna talk about shooting?
You wanna talk about gats?
Well, listen Imma tell ya
Mother fucker, fuck that
Pussy, money, alcohol, all full of killers
My middle finger to that, and the rest of they agenda
I remember growing up it was more artists that was gifted
Got me reminiscing
Travel to '93 for tips on gimmick killin
Back to the future
I use em to script these testaments
And maneuver through nuisances
Y'all are meddling with a man that's fond of burying
Anybody you better go and bring the rose petals in
You messing with Malcolm and Martin Luther
You steppin to the judge and the shooter
Here lies another rap guy, praise to I, testify, hallelujah
Mirror Dance, celebrate the game's future
Disturb your peace like I teamed up with Luda
They ain't never seen heart like this
Josh marks all slots on my top 10 list
I know that passion missing, things been different
What I got to offer ain't the same, but you won't listen
Only talkin bout your diamonds glisten I ain't trippin
I'm just wondering baby where your substance
Is you gon change the content of discussion?
I hit a lick in the booth
I say StraightJacket the proof of the magic that diligence do
I'm from the home of the hustle
You shuffle, your cards getting pulled
If you say real talk, I probably won't trust ya,
Spit a flame, let it burn nice and slow, like my first name is Usher
Run for cover if I'm on the mic
Got a vendetta, and a heavy right
Writing with amphetamines since a teen
Pen crack cocaine, write for the veins of these fiends
That believe that these legends ain't pass in vain, and I'm just sayin,
I ain't really here to play, nahmean?
Boy I leave your fucking face at the scene
Leave your body in the trunk with the rest of your team
My humility might be my worst enemy
They ain't got it like I got it, but I'm steady being friendly, G
Well, No more Mr. Nice Guy,
I put an end to they parade like it's rain in the night sky
And they ain't never seen heart like this
Ducking, diving, riding, Imma die for this shit
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