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Intro
00:08
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2. |
A La Carte
04:23
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Verse 1:
The game changed and alot earn less here
so money talk, very few turn a deaf ear
my music compared to hearing human flesh tear
I had some good months, yet to have my best years
this hip hop is far from abstract
from the bottom of the barrel I climbed up a crabs back
and for this cheese I experiment like a lab rat
in the stu making hits for these haters to go get mad at
see Side a bad cat
and what I spit’ll pin your ears back
complete undivided attention
If you need more time Side will provide an extension
cause this dope I prescribe might require an intervention
calling, friends and family, I don’t do this for the Benz or the Grammy
my pens handy it help me cleanse my sanity
kicks are steele-toe, snares smack open-handedly
damn I see I’ma be here lil longer then I planned to be
Hook:
I’m tryna capture these moments on tape
for these like-minded cats who might have the similar taste
bul so hungry a brotha ain't even ate
spit food for thought I got a lot on my plate
they got the same flow can’t tell they style apart
pay as you go, this is A la carte
meal presentation look like modern art
you wanna cook up a classic here's your time to start
Verse 2:
And they desire to emulate me is valid
light aperitif to stimulate the palate
forks over knives, I try to stick to salad
eating rappers alive they Walking Dead talking violent
this sick stylist can’t compose no love ballad
pimpin', binders full of women sign the ballot
politicin', vintage, fly and appealing
no limits, they try to turn my sky to a ceiling
but this is textured, interwoven with a feeling
where blind people touch It vivid colors start revealing
give it a second, ear nose throat infection
if you quote it, I admit I ghost wrote my whole record
my sessions like a paranormal activity
act civilly, nah this rap should be in captivity
psych unit I ain't talking gen-pop
write music that'll probably get me in the ten top
Hook:
I’m tryna capture all these moments on tape
for these like-minded cats who might have the similar taste
bul so hungry a brotha ain't even ate
spit food for thought I got a lot on my plate
they got the same flow can’t tell they style apart
pay as you go, this is A la carte
meal presentation look like modern art
you wanna cook up a classic here's your time to start
You messing with the best the rest ain't as nice
I be talking to myself getting expert advice
and in the lab I be sequestered for the night
then I emerge with these words they like a textbook for life
but dumb rappers can’t hear my significance
if you think education expensive, try ignorance
it cost more than some blood sweat and tears
if you don’t build your dream they’ll hire you to build theirs
you need to fix that broken elevator pitch
I prefer to take the stairs where I prepared and made a niche
overnight success, nah 1986
I was young and enamored thought I’d be crazy rich
just a shorty drinking 40 beers on the corner
now my favorite rappers is 40 years and older
nice with the rhymes I been told that before
see I don’t rap double time yet and still I say more
Hook:
I’m tryna capture all these moments on tape
for these like-minded cats who might have the similar taste
bul so hungry a brotha ain't even ate
spit food for thought I got a lot on my plate
they got the same flow can’t tell they style apart
pay as you go, this is A la carte
meal presentation look like modern art
you wanna cook up a classic here's your time to start
Copyright: Whitmore Skillz Music (2013)
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Cyber Bully
03:52
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verse 1:
They say they love and respect me cause they see a dude growth
tryna come up off me you’ll gain neither and lose both
my styles foul, I separate 'Bobs and Wows'
best of the best, worst of the worst, but when I'm blessing a verse
I go the distance choose the path of least resistance
dude said, 'we open 'tween Easter and Christmas?'
I laughed, I ain't prayed in a month of Sundays
too busy movin' 'round, sit down, adjust the mental Feng Shui
I'm reinvented, reinvigorated, refined
you following your dreams? why you try and discourage mine
don’t listen to these fools, they just your boys for the season
ain't got no damn sense, but tryna be the voice of reason
these rappers is a non motherfuckin' factor
hip hop chock full a bunch a gut busting laughter
hear ya style, what I think of it? Weird Al Yankovic
they here now, then gone in a blink of it
Hook:
I live the music
I’m ain't making music for a living
That’s the difference 'tween me, and what you hear them spittin'
how you want the product? physical or digital?
understand me fully, Side a bully, Cyber Bully
I live the music
I’m ain't making music for a living
That’s the difference 'tween me, and what they hear you them spittin'
how you want the product? physical or digital?
understand me fully, Side a bully, Cyber Bully
Verse 2:
Side Effect the best at saying more with less
I make a great host, yes, but a horrible guest
I overstay my welcome 'specially if she thick and she can work it
white bul called her fat, black bul called her perfect
difference of opinion, eye of the beholder
'specially if you get’em high while you supplying the Corona
homie tryna holla, hook’em with the game
said she single as a dollar, ain't looking for change
flossin' like he bossin' like he the one who signing checks
ain't tryna spend the rest his life having condom sex
tryna settle down and find a fine finger he can put the metal 'round
put her on a pedestal and never let her down
but they don’t buy the music why record it
only time you see a dime is when they come see you perform it
do that give enough initiative? I wish it did
It’s either this or stick up kids up in ya crib, so you can take ya pick
Hook:
I live the music
I’m ain't making music for a living
That’s the difference 'tween me, and what you hear them spittin'
how you want the product? physical or digital?
understand me fully, Side a bully, Cyber Bully
I live the music
I’m ain't making music for a living
That’s the difference 'tween me, and what they hear you them spittin'
how you want the product? physical or digital?
understand me fully, Side a bully, Cyber Bully
Verse 3:
yo you wanna separate the fake guys in your group
tell’em lies, they keep those? ok then tell’em the truth
test their loyalty a trait that few possess
no morals or scruples, just pupils to the game you gotta test
and wonder why your dreads looking like Stevie Wonder's
cause you blind, they lying, saying you look fine, throwing you under
the bus, they suppose to be the dudes that you can trust
'specially when you out of town up in a club deep in the cut
supposed to have your back, they in the truck deep in a butt
you getting attacked, and they busy skeetin' a nut
is they your peeps or what? nah, then what you pay’em for?
is they your team? or this a get rich scheme? Bernie Madoff flow
they don’t know why you had’em in the business
they presence adds no value, so their absence makes no difference
might meet some resistance, but it’s meant to be
telle’em you my enemy, nigga eat shit, Human Centipede
Hook:
I live the music
I’m ain't making music for a living
That’s the difference 'tween me, and what you hear them spittin'
how you want the product? physical or digital?
understand me fully, Side a bully, Cyber Bully
I live the music
I’m ain't making music for a living
That’s the difference 'tween me, and what they hear you them spittin'
how you want the product? physical or digital?
understand me fully, Side a bully, Cyber Bully
Copyright: Whitmore Skillz Music (2013)
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4. |
A Time Before Crack
02:54
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Hook:
I’m a throwback to real mc’s a rare species
parents talk about me, but they kids ain't never see me
A time before crack, yeah I rhymed before that
connoisseur of fine rap I never signed no contract
what they doing nowadays? I ain’t gotta do that
my position is solidified, yo who that spittin'? Side?
yeah it is, urban legend with the words I’m spreadin'
heard’em reppin' killin' it da microphone’s my murder weapon
Verse 1:
The real Side Effect that’s who Terrence Wood is
only video they got of me is old shaky footage
some bad lighting, UFO type sighting
couple rare records that collectors find so exciting
like a rare Verve, I pair words that air herbs the fuck out
that's my routine along my daily route
I moved to the south, brought my Philly style with me
soaked up they game, spit it back at’em quickly
memorize it kids like it and they quote it
recite it? shit I can’t even tell you when I wrote
I spit it I forget it a present wrap it and I gift it
gifted with the rapping, flow is too futuristic
take the new school and twist it with the old school and bridge it
rare and exquisite, let's compare specifics
there's more to this than just being a lucky bastard
why producers waist them hot beats on them sucky rappers?
Hook:
I’m a throwback to real mc’s a rare species
parents talk about me, but they kids ain't never see me
A time before crack, yeah I rhymed before that
connoisseur of fine rap I never signed no contract
what they doing nowadays? I ain’t gotta do that
my position is solidified, yo who that spittin'? Side?
yeah it is, urban legend with the words I’m spreadin'
heard’em reppin' killin' it da microphone’s my murder weapon
Verse 2:
I’m a industry standard, in the street standing
they dig it, I’m indignant, ignorant and well mannered
tell Terrence, the voice of the customer
choice hustler, buy low, sell high
y'all buy dro, sell it high
smoking up they own supply
knowledge me, zero tolerance my policy
low volume, high mix
we do quality over quantity
we on time, independent autonomy
all kinda heat be flowin' through my supply chain
from the start they benchmark my marketing campaign
got da wildest shit, doing SWOT analysis
tryna find my weakness, my product uniqueness
business never personal, I’ma need a profit
and friends are only good as the money in your pocket
buddy yes, when Puffy was working for Doug E. Fresh
Side flow the ugliest, leave this bitch a bloody mess
Hook:
I’m a throwback to real mc’s a rare species
parents talk about me, but they kids ain't never see me
A time before crack, yeah I rhymed before that
connoisseur of fine rap I never signed no contract
what they doing nowadays? I ain’t gotta do that
my position is solidified, yo who that spittin'? Side?
yeah it is, urban legend with the words I’m spreadin'
heard’em reppin' killin' it da microphone’s my murder weapon
Verse 3:
Back with this accurate Boom Bapulance
Auto-tune, automatic tune out the wackest shit
selective hearing, these new rappers suck
but these is your kids, somewhere down the line you fucked up
shoulda raised them better, maybe you shoulda beat’em
they writin' rhymes dissin' rappers thinking they won't meet’em.........
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Fake Friends
04:30
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Intro:
I look a man in his eye, give’em a firm shake
and from that alone see I can tell the real from the fake
I look a man in his eye, give’em a firm shake
and from that alone see I can tell the real from the fake
Verse 1:
They say the eyes are the window to the soul
I can see through right through your heart, I start to pick you apart
I tell you man, I should nickname these cats cellophane
from the second I shake they hand, I feel no love it ain't the same
four finger ring, just like Radio Raheem, love or hate?
this man don’t respect me, I can tell that from his shake
it ain't a thing, it don’t hardly irk me
no need to slap yo ass like Rick James did Charlie Murphy
I just keep it moving, cause ain't no time for hatin'
they say rejection is the fuel for the engine of motivation
mines a V-12 big block, buying out your little shares with my big stock
this is deeper than some hip hop
Hook:
Cause you's a fake friend, yeah snakes in the grass
you think it's all love? no they really hate your ass
and they smile in your face and talk about you while you're walking out
and back stab you like them O'Jays was talkin' bout
fake friends, yeah snakes in the grass
you think it's all love? no they really hate your ass
and they smile in your face and talk about you while you're walking out
and back stab you like them O'Jays was talkin' bout
Verse 2:
ayo some these rap cats they be hatin' the same
fly first class with them, they just snakes on a plane
do dirt they squeal on you like the brakes on a train
or like a pig, talkin' greasy man they fake it's a shame
quick to bite your back out with that lying ass perjury
it's time to trim the fat gastric bypass surgery
drop the dead weight and leave you out there in the cold fog
man's best friend, I put you down like a old dog
homie, I use that term loosely but in my case
I'm choosy with who I call a friend like this was Myspace
you off the buddy list, you dirty with the cruddiness
throw you in the flames it's a shame it had to come to this
I don't care, it's beyond repair, you're in the red with it
extend this olive branch then hit you in the head with it
used to be cool, now it's rare we speaking
gotta tell you again cause some things bear repeating
Hook:
Cause you's a fake friend, yeah snakes in the grass
you think it's all love? no they really hate your ass
and they smile in your face and talk about you while you're walking out
and back stab you like them O'Jays was talkin' bout
fake friends, yeah snakes in the grass
you think it's all love? no they really hate your ass
and they smile in your face and talk about you while you're walking out
and back stab you like them O'Jays was talkin' bout
Verse 3:
Make peace fuck peace I don't need no intervener
come hell or high water like Hurricane Katrina
be the day that I patch up this levy this beef is heavy
let lying dogs lay is what they say but I ain't ready
cause it's petty over fetty fake friends is trife
cost a hundred dollars just for you to stay out my life
that's how much you borrowed and vanished
managed to take advantage
what your plan is? I don't understand this like you speaking Spanish
it's ill, I was warned by Ecstasy and Jalil
watched friends disappear like Whodini for real
I never lie on my clique, I'd rather lie in some shit
I'd rather stick a Q-tip up in the eye of my dick
before I'm labeled as unfaithful and unable to be trusted
now this friendship isn't stable like a table that's all rusted
no need to discuss it, all the talk is getting played out
like last year's gear fake friends is getting phased out
Hook:
Cause you's a fake friend, yeah snakes in the grass
you think it's all love? no they really hate your ass
and they smile in your face and talk about you while you're walking out
and back stab you like them O'Jays was talkin' bout
fake friends, yeah snakes in the grass
you think it's all love? no they really hate your ass
and they smile in your face and talk about you while you're walking out
and back stab you like them O'Jays was talkin' bout
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There was a Time
03:54
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Verse 1:
There was a time where I used to care who spit the illest freestyle
all I care about now, seeing my kids smile
the only constant is change is very true
cause the things that used to resonate with me no longer do
circle of trust tightened up it don’t include you
everybody that came can’t go there’s no room
spaces is limited see faces with grimaces
hate and bitterness so mad they can’t formulate sentences
my flow nasty like porno tape businesses
it took me over tough times and gone through great distances
known spitter, can’t wait on no beginner
gray hairs growing thicker as my patience grow thinner
no time for bullshit, zero tolerance policy
oh that’s how it is?, nah kid that’s how it gotta be
this check and balance is in place for a reason
affords me to take warm vacations in cold seasons
Verse 2:
This underground rap money ain’t feeding these babies
it might supplement, make a dent, cover the rent
it’s uneven how they chopped the pie
ain’t got to lie, you making pennies off of Spotify
that business model got to die
touring is boring when you spend more money
tryna get there than you actually make performing
I’ma license my music to a movie that’s foreign
so it generates this money while I’m snoring
nah I ain’t lazy, but if the choice is going to hear you rhyme
or chilling with my son, he gonna win every time
nothing personal, family first you know
no lies, tryna stay still and stack the fromage
so when them rainy days come I ain’t gotta stay inside and go hide
I can dance in the puddle, hop the tram and the shuttle
from the city where it feel like I’m crammed in a huddle
my rhymes is the play book
we going this way look
Verse 3:
They feel it when it’s honest and relatable
timeless never dateable, easy listening almost conversational
unmistakable, small breaks I had to take a few
then I’m back at it relapsing like I’m an addict
I still pen and pad it while y'all add it to ya tablet
elaborate, hand crafted these graphics to ya fabric
this life, you think you can or you can’t, then you’re right
you will it into existence, I spill it into a sentence
you happy bout your accomplishments I feel ya boy
please don’t compare us it’ll steal ya joy
I’m the real Mccoy, I don’t discuss my sales
I just get up in the wind I adjust my sails
and follow my moral compass and exhibit this art
you can’t see it or touch it gotta feel it in ya heart
experience this lyrical visionary
it’s written in calligraphy on the most official stationary
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Verse 1: Terrence Wood
When that moving truck pull up and that door fly open
like a scene outta movie happening in slow motion
my entrance is overdramatic full of emotion
Improv I’m doing stand up but no joking
whole different genre of rhymer, black mamba
sacrifice rappers, fans chanting my mantra
cult following, any advice you can offer?
told’em keep spittin' stick to a rigid dogma
let me unload my belongings and get comfortable
learn my way around here, this might take a month or two
want me to leave? They said I can’t say we want you to
city slicka made friends with a buncha country dudes
whoever making moves down here get’em
they getting money tell’em I'm tryna get money wit’em
southern hospitality, favor for a favor
Philly bul in da south holla at ya new neighbor
Hook:
My philly homie said dog what you tryna do?
moving from the 215 to the 512
my Austin homie said, ain't too many live like you
who move from the 215 to the 512
you getting money down there? I told’em I plan to
moved from the 215 to the 512
It’s the same thing reversed, you know how I do,
yeah, the 215, the 512
Verse 2: MIrage the Gr8
Ayo these cats ain't concerned but they soon gonna learn
512 is in this thing and we grinding for our turn
you think it's all South By, ACL, UT games
'til you understand the cartels, drug gangs
you coming here to chill, you can do that all day
but coming here to trip it's wild west, gun play
we keep it weird, but we keep it quite real too
on stage get boo'd if the people don't feel you
I know you seen what happened to R. Kelly
and I know they do the same shit in Philly
I'm down with the 215, nuff respect
fucks with bonafide blog and my man Side Effect
I'm ATX to the bone 2-3 certified
from the ville to the onion we ride
we tryna live not just survive
512 to the 215
let's go
Hook:
My philly homie said dog what you tryna do?
moving from the 215 to the 512
my Austin homie said, ain't too many live like you
who move from the 215 to the 512
you getting money down there? I told’em I plan to
moved from the 215 to the 512
It’s the same thing reversed, you know how I do,
yeah, the 215, the 512
Verse 3" Terrence Wood
My Philly homie said dog what you tryna do?
linked up wit the bul Mirage512
you combine us we them Undergrindaz
and you can find us in ya city killin it I promise
ain't no publicist bubblin' this tryna sign us
straight hustle from the muscle how God designed this
ride wit it, Side spit it, ain't no pause or commas
awesome rhymers from Austin Texas ain't hard to find us
flawless diamonds, call ya mamas
who can holla at this rap Chupacabra
I heard cats bump this track in a deuce Impala
chuck da deuce, you want the heat? I produce da lava
east coast to 3rd coast words roast ya mind up
don’t mean to confuse you
but I’m from a scene where dreams don’t work unless you do
you can’t do that, time for ya exit interview
Premier from here, back then I knew Texas been the truth
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8. |
Cheaper to Keep Her
04:02
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Verse 1:
You one them dudes, dick got da best of ya
no self control, pussy be da death of ya
got a good woman at the rest who never stressing ya
die for ya, literally she take her last breath for ya
that’s all good, but it’s still ain't good enough
living in the past thinking bout girls you coulda fucked
before he met his wife, his life was ridiculous
he was hanging with his niggas, menage a trois with strippers
since he was raised by his mother and his sisters
found a girl like mama & he made her his Mrs.
two years later he started getting the itches
not venereal but clearly from the sight of other bitches
at work they hired this little admin assistant
bad as shit, even placed her in the man’s division
Yella girl, his weakness either them or Puerto Ricans
young jawn, turned on by his status and position
a jerk face, inappropriate in the work place
sexually harassing chicks, perpetually an ass and shit
that was his rep there, but shorty too young to care
fast forward to the telly, now she in her underwear
homie was drinking, ain't know they’d go this far
horny not thinking, put the room on his credit card
try to forget it, of course he ain't gonna say shit
month later saw his wife looking at the bank statement
oh shit
Hook:
You keep looking for mess, your gonna find it
obviously yo ass need to be reminded
sunglasses for these dumb asses why kid?
It’s like this, the pussy got you blinded
I know you said you don’t need her, but you gone learn the hard way
it’s cheaper to keep her
I know you said you don’t need her
but you gone learn the hard way dog it’s cheaper to keep her
believe her
Verse 2:
Old school playa please step up ya game
this ain’t the 90’s dog man shit ain’t the same
you creeping' tween the sheets, you gotta be more discreet
in the streets like Lawrence, make sure ya Covers Deep
these phones is smarter than you is just admit it
ya business getting Twitted before you even did it
you ain’t even do it, just guilty by association
in the vicinity, filthy no negotiation
got dirt on you, can’t get it off
shorty was flirtin' with you now you trickin' off
thinkin' to yourself damn this chick is soft
had the wedding band on man and quickly slipped it off
tryna be slick n shit can be very ill
took Ridge hit the bridge across to Cherry Hill
thinking nobody’ll see us over here
'till some dumb youngbul crashed into you from the rear
air bags deployed, nose all busted
blood on ya clothes, ya hoes all cussin'
tryna smooth it over tryna settle outta court
cop showed up too fast filling out the report
calling ambulances, just doing his duty
all this just cause you tryna get some new booty
tryin to avoid calling your wife at 12:30
first thing out her mouth, what the fuck you doing in Jersey?
Hook:
You keep looking for mess, your gonna find it
obviously yo ass need to be reminded
sunglasses for these dumb asses why kid?
It’s like this, the pussy got you blinded
I know you said you don’t need her, but you gone learn the hard way
it’s cheaper to keep her
I know you said you don’t need her
but you gone learn the hard way dog it’s cheaper to keep her
believe her
Copyright: Whitmore Skillz Music (2012)
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9. |
Doin It
03:54
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Hook:
Yo I’m doin it, everyday I’m doin it
do it with a passion you can tell I ain't new to it
got your attention, people looking like who this kid?
now I’ma turn it up a bit I hope you cool wit it
cause everyday I’m doin it, everyday I’m doin it
do it with a passion you can tell I ain't new to it
is you talkin bout it homeboy or you pursuing it?
getcha mind right the time right to start doin it
Verse 1:
I seen my homie made bail
he said his worst day on the street is still better than his best day in jail
and that’s deep for those who still in the field
claim they got drive but they asleep at the wheel
and that machine behind you ain't gone steer itself
if you’s a lost artist still tryna find yourself
you'd change your mind if you saw what they do
in this rap game you probably rather fight dogs for food
that’s if you hungry, meal is cold and lumpy
my audience was grown and sexy, now they old and grumpy
here hold this money it’ll burn up in my hand
knowing damn well if you take it then you’ll turn up in the sand
and I ain't talkin at the beach neither
each heater work the city like a city worker I’ma street sweeper
where I’m from the DJ’s dig in the crates hard
and where you from the DJ’s just hit the space bar
Hook:
Yo I’m doin it, everyday I’m doin it
do it with a passion you can tell I ain't new to it
got your attention, people looking like who this kid?
now I’ma turn it up a bit I hope you cool wit it
cause everyday I’m doin it, everyday I’m doin it
do it with a passion you can tell I ain't new to it
is you talkin bout it homeboy or you pursuing it?
getcha mind right the time right to start doin it
Verse 2:
And now that I’m doin it recognize a dude spittin' proper
watching my moves like a mystery shopper
they ask what is he doing lyrically that’s such a shocker
I don’t know it’s hard to say he's just inexplicably hotter
my style is so simple yet profound
put a dimple in ya smile flipped it 'round from a frown
underground be my sound, I get it from the block
walk wit me I’ll Improve ya flow like diabetic socks
ya girl busy bragging he a dreamboat
till I stepped in the ring like Ricky 'The Dragon' Steamboat
boomin' out your speaker I’m the keynote
go 'head and diss you’ll get piss on ya pea coat
put on a instrumental of ya beat
is like putting a sharp object in a mental patients reach
microphone I’m grabbing, stabbing, something gone happen
involving a ambulance and the back of a paddy wagon
Hook:
Yo I’m doin it, everyday I’m doin it
do it with a passion you can tell I ain't new to it
got your attention, people looking like who this kid?
now I’ma turn it up a bit I hope you cool wit it
cause everyday I’m doin it, everyday I’m doin it
do it with a passion you can tell I ain't new to it
is you talkin bout it homeboy or you pursuing it?
getcha mind right the time right to start doin it
Verse 3:
I admire those who take time to smell the roses
appreciate the small things folks don’t even notice
take life in small doses and live in the moments
and stay focused they profess it, they say it, they own it
unlike us see we just got paid today
and already thinking bout a check that’s 2 weeks away
I always wished I could be rappin' for employment
too busy stressing over life to actually enjoy it
they say they love ya music but you never hear’em quote you
they always online, but you never see’em promote you
it’s the art of it, they only support it when they a part of it
can’t afford my verses and it’s kinda hard to barter it
my prices are moderate, well within your budget
satisfaction guaranteed, I tell you they gone love it
when they hear it they gone buy it the rest will burn it and dub it
my stock still private imagine when I go public
it’s on
Hook:
Yo I’m doin it, everyday I’m doin it
do it with a passion you can tell I ain't new to it
got your attention, people looking like who this kid?
now I’ma turn it up a bit I hope you cool wit it
cause everyday I’m doin it, everyday I’m doin it
do it with a passion you can tell I ain't new to it
is you talkin bout it homeboy or you pursuing it?
getcha mind right the time right to start doin it
Whitmore Skillz Music Copyright (2011).
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10. |
Never Around
03:02
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Verse 1:
While we was feeding off the energy, painting pictures with imagery
I ain’t seen your ass nowhere near the vicinity
you was M.I.A and I ain't talking bout Miami
then show up when we blow up talking bout how we family
them funny style dudes make me laugh
they street credit is so bad won't nobody take their cash
cause even that’s questionable sort of like your rep is
you tryna eat breakfast with the bosses get applauded for your efforts
but that ain’t gone cut it, tryna get your bread buttered
get your head-butted instead, punted and stomach gutted
and that’s for those who want it, know this game came with something
they praying to Gods and hoping for angel funding
but ain't gone get it here, cause if I put it down in years
of how long I been doing it, I'd probably break down in tears
emotional attachment, this rap shit is part of me, it's calling me
ain’t nobody eating off my artistry
for real
Verse 2:
Now everybody straight popping out the woodwork
they hating on the way that the bul Terrence Wood work
hourly or salary? exempt or non-exempt?
you part-time or full-time? you permanent or temp?
a sermon from a pimp is what I think of when you're speaking
yearning for attench, you claim you're helping but you're leeching
I’m Jay-Z’n you're too busy Memphis Bleek'n
Spliff Starr'n, tryna pull up in a whip that's foreign
me and my akhi’s looking like the Paid in Full Posse
school you was too cocky, a lil too Tupac-y
you and your crew a dudes was never cool, too sloppy
now your girl is up in the pool getting bukkake’d
MPC wit a 3.5 floppy, I was looping up a beat
while you was hooping in the street
and talking like you're Jordan and our dreams was unimportant
now it hurts cause you da bul selling merch when we touring
straight snoring, sleeping on us
Verse 3:
And now you wanna boast, raise your glasses make a toast
when I needed you the most you was ghost
nowhere to be found, outta sight outta mind
kinda, clueless how that I could even find ya
but then when I did, I realize I ain't want ya
the thrill is over, feeling almost dead and killing over
sending drunk texts, then regret it when you're sober
but now I’m down in Texas ain't no way you coming over
I ain’t a hop skip like I used to be
use to hear your screams bouncing off the walls acoustically
but truthfully, sorry for the spoiler alert
don’t mean to ruin this plot before it thickens
I was always hot and sickening
tried to tell you then, but you wasn’t 'round listening
you was fooling yourself, self-cannibal, full of yourself
try to teach me a lesson but end up schooling yourself
you gone learn today, that’s what I heard’em say
muphukas wasn't 'round yo
Copyright: Whitmore Skillz Music (2012)
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11. |
I Been Down
03:40
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Verse 1:
See I’m a animal, hear me, yearly or semi-annual
I’m working God’s plan for you came to earth with a manual
destined for success nothing less is understandable
comprehendable check my catalog it’s quite commendable
homie gave a listen said my spittin' is thurl
I ain't bullshittin' dissin' you like hitting a girl
ain’t fair how I do’em whether in the booth or on the stage
it’s so gruesome but they still can't look away
there's heavy ammo blood all on the handle
hiding in a wall of mud like John Rambo
all you see my eyes then all of a sudden ya body drop
shot probably not, just got two pieced and Molly Whopped
homie told me Side, dog ain't too many ill as you
he love hip hop but too much bullshit to filter through
I feel your pain trust me, this shit is in my vein
blood in blood out I’m staying loyal to my gang
Hook:
I been down
yeah yeah yeah
never scared I got no fear
yeah yeah
yall musta thought I’s gonna disappear
yeah yeah
I told’em I ain’t going nowhere
Yeah yeah
you turn around I’m right there
Verse 2:
I been down since the beginning Adidas and Lee denim
fatigues and wheat Timberlands mc’s I leave trembling
you should heed my sleeve emblem it reads that I bleed venom
poisonous with the voice and this flow will fa-show end’em
they say how you stay so calm when the rest wildin' & cussin'
I pray about everything, I worry about nothing
I’m Three Times Dope up on your Hilltop Hustling
if shorty smile believe I’m gone be Crushin & Bussin
that shit they discussing don’t impress me cause I been through it
I know it's gonna take more than 16 for me to get into it
I hardly scratch the surface, ungodly nasty verses
applaud this passionate wordsmith , this bul is at ya service
my mixtapes berserk, it’s not safe for work
there’s heavy bass, and curse-words I hate to make it worse
with one verse I can reverse a 360 deal
label paying me the green call it the Bill Bixby deal
Hook:
I been down
yeah yeah yeah
never scared I got no fear
yeah yeah
yall musta thought I’s gonna disappear
yeah yeah
I told’em I ain’t going nowhere
Yeah yeah
you turn around I’m right there
Verse 3:
I been down since the giddy up tearing the whole city up
used to ignore the bul now everyday they hit me up
heavy demand several grand your lil fifty bucks
won’t put a dent in my expenses way I live it up
I’m ego tripping hop up on this plane with me
follow my heart, but I take my brain with me
remain gritty I inflict the pain quickly
say my name they can only describe me insane sickly
y'all some yokels rapping over your own vocals
stage presence absent, focal is too local
It’s homie rap; phony cats I’m not stressing
no age limit, this is rapping not wrestling
keep that in mind y'all before this get ugly
the first one through the wall always gets bloody
sacrificial lamb, you wack I diss you fam
cause that's a issue make me smack you with the pistol BLAM!!
Hook:
I been down
yeah yeah yeah
never scared I got no fear
yeah yeah
yall musta thought I’s gonna disappear
yeah yeah
I told’em I ain’t going nowhere
Yeah yeah
you turn around I’m right there
Copyright: Whitmore Skillz Music (2011)
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