1. |
Bless Up
02:05
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Verse 1
You can go and bump that bullshit that get play on the radio
Hate me bro? I don’t give a fuck or felatio
Lately though, shit been fucked up, crazy yo
Underground, keeping out the light like a shady grove
Not like Shady, only thing slim the bullet ho
N-9-5, Hidden back leaving bullet holes
True rap, boom bap, drums thumpin’ (brrooom braaap)
Once one and one, now it’s many like it’s goon rap
Where my goons at? Nah I’m fuckin’ with ya
I been sittin’ in my corner all alone with a pistol
Make it pop like a piston if Hidden is with his missus
That shit is relevant - don’t give a fuck about you bitches
I’m nothing if not ambitious, concussion from the collisions
It’s a blessing and a curse how I’m stuck with this vision
I’m bustin’ it to this rhythm, it's down to one decision
Stay or go, it makes no difference, Hip Hop, forever in this
Verse 2
True facts, every sentence dope, always push the envelope
Few dig it, sheep sleep, bitter sweet like Gin and Coke
With a pinch of lime, every rhyme seeming cynical
Clinical study dummy, reach growing long like tentacles
Keep it at ten and two, we creeping up every drain
Underground, in the sewers we leaking into your brain
Contaminates like nothing that you've ever seen before
Through the door, yeah we rush in, we screaming to hit the floor
Bitch freeze, only recourse, get on your knees
Pulling triggers if somebody even do as much as sneeze
Bitch please, push me out? No it’s never gonna happen
Rich or poor, around the globe, no matter where I'll still be rappin’
Give a fuck who out there clappin’, it don’t matter worth a damn
This shit is in my blood, always be a part of who I am
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2. |
Signs
02:50
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Verse 1
Fuck a sheep, yo stay with the flock, you just a bitch
I can leap frog out of the box and shut the lid
Just a kid, son I fathered your pops and let him live
Up the bid? Boy I’m ready to pop, we don’t forgive
Or forget nothing, Mo’ Fuckin’ doomsday spit
Rocket launcher rhythm, I will boom they shit
Brightburn villain, yeah crush a bitch’ bones
I am sick holmes, sick tones, send a bitch home
Say goodnight, sleeper hold, it’s lights out
Walk up out of nowhere probably holding the knife out
Cut out your stomach, use a flashlight to make a lighthouse
Giant mound of coke, cocka' roach time to die now
Here to take the world for all it’s got
This a stick up, put ‘em up, don’t make me take the shot
Better watch where you pissin’, boy don’t even got a pot
Dirty dick lil’ bitch, burning penis from the thots
You messy, bitch get your life right again
Or at least get out the way before I fuck your life like Nems
See me sneaking with lens, best to listen for the click
No camera, that’s a double action, victims gettin’ hit
Hook 1
Moving to slow, boy get with the times
Never stop for nothing, here to spit these rhymes
Pay attention to the signs (pay attention to the signs)
Dope lines, no mime, stop when the world is mine
Watch how you move, boy better keep the drapes up
End up in prison getting buttfucked and taped up
Better watch what you take, pay attention to the signs
Dope lines, dope rhymes, stop when the world is mine
Verse 2
Fuck sake, get the fuck out the way of the expletive
Make up the deficit, or make it an exodus
Sick with it, exorcist, stick with it, reverence
Respect for Hip Hop but take aim at it’s residents
Pop, pop, the land lord’s back in town bitch
Take the underground, yeah we ain’t backing down bitch
Listen to the sound bitch, M-Acculate ain’t I?
Nah, that’s my people, we attacking shit, Canine
Laughing at you busters, soft as shit, St. Ives
Careful how you move, already used up eight lives
Keep ‘em in my sights, take the ninth when I blast
Best to learn the history or you won’t leave the past
Hook 2
Moving to slow, boy get with the times
Never stop for nothing, here to spit these rhymes
Pay attention to the signs (pay attention to the signs)
Dope lines, no mime, stop when the world is mine
Watch how you move, boy better keep the drapes up
End up in prison getting buttfucked and taped up
Better watch what you take, pay attention to the signs
Dope lines, dope rhymes, stop when the world is mine
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3. |
Just Say the Word
00:50
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Master of phonetics - make a word do acrobatics
Gymnastics, grim magic
Sick passion, conveyed in a slick fashion
Six fathoms deep, where we keep the heat blastin’
Underground, underwater like Atlantis
Phantom, creep silent on the prey like a mantis
Destroy the universe, Unicron and Mantrid
Combined force, bring death, eat planets
Need Xanax? Breed panic, manic rhythm
Cataclysm, meteor out the sky how I hit ‘em
Get ‘em, raw from the beginning
Always Hidden, born boss of the villains
Outlaws, never fit in, give a fuck how you feelin’
Roll up if you willing, hands up to the ceiling
Pow pow, Native Pow Wow, how we illin
Commune with the spirits, in tune, can you hear it???
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4. |
Space Talk (Interlude)
01:35
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5. |
Squid Speak
02:45
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Verse
Keep it squid like a tentacle, octopus so sinister
Pumping dope through the ventricles, the Indica is integral
Keep it whole like an integer, finish up quick
Blazing herb like its clinical, intrinsic benefit
Down to the nucleus, where nucleic acid exists
In microscopic realms deep within
Whatever the season is, I’m seeking to be it’s friend
Hand out reaching like a beacon, then it freezes off my limbs
I guess you could call me Caesar
Over thirty, to the kids your a geezer
Might as well listen to Weezer
Don’t ask where the keys are, brain asleep like a seizure
Don’t ask where the machines are
Flesh creatures, water sacks, obsolete, far-
Below the bar, you handicap to hit par
We rap hard, challenge us, you'll get scarred
Be scared, let the ink go, cloud the situation
Left and right the same direction, drown with the nation
Change the station, no appreciation
We speak in the receiver with ourselves in conversation
Generational divide, ebb and flow with the tide
One’s happy while the other’s disappointed all the time
Strap in, feel the ride, the end is nigh
Do you care to step inside?
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6. |
Frankly My Dear
01:50
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Verse
Lick off six shots when I’m pissed off
Hands off, hands on bombs, split your lip ock
Three hands with six Glocks, tick, tock, boom
Then a bitch pop, broken record - how this shit stop
The kid’s hot, boiling pots, pans full of bacon
Hands where the waste at, holster keep a gun waitin’
Gravitate to the accolades, clap for the ladies
Exacerbating, foes catch the hands like masturbating
It’s fascinating, mass media procrastination
Mass murders, masked burglars at gas stations
Rob the nation, tell your mom I am not a crook
Then I fuck her in the ass leave her back behind to cook
In the kitchen - you a rook, I’m a bishop, how I move
Check a bitch something quick, pullin’ pistols on your boo
Something vicious, red liquid, viscus, sickest with the juice
Fishing up the wrong river, getting at the crew
Bitch, I’m thinking if you only knew
There’s more than meets the eye, see the future coming true
I’m coming through, tidal wave energy, metal infantry
Blast willingly, diligently face the enemy
Clinically sane, criminal minded man
No parts in your system, keep living how I am
Don’t give a damn
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7. |
Conclusion (Outro)
00:59
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