| [Produced by Powers Pleasent] | |
| [Verse 1: Dirty Sanchez] | |
| The sky ain't the same no more | |
| Clouds identical to poison chemical trails | |
| Keep your eyes open | |
| Kids, eat your vegetables | |
| School, I never had principles | |
| Bought a rap blown like 5-0's | |
| In front of pigs stopped they said I | |
| Hot headed, make thermometers pop | |
| Not up to par, no cigar, mad papers and | |
| Jah, jah bless though, I'm not alone | |
| Tappin our phones so they know where the best go | |
| You in the presence of stars, now Little Dipper | |
| Haters and haters, I love you lil' ******s | |
| Have Rocka snuffin' your jaw | |
| Callin' Rokamouth, Dirty ragamuffin not for nothing I been rockin' out | |
| Negative energy, either brothers or enemies | |
| My cargo far your cargo, short lack longevity | |
| I, treat my ************ like a letter, I just let her go | |
| Sincerely, me before I blow | |
| It's Dirty | |
| [Verse 2: Rokamouth] | |
| So I try to survive without money But I'm making my music | |
| And you know the game is funny Entertain and abuse it | |
| Stupid rich while I'm hungry, and I study this ugly point of view | |
| Like making a crowd move just for honeys | |
| I got G's overdue, that's cheese that's expired | |
| If I'm tired, I'm a lose Rappers gettin' [?] | |
| You never hired | |
| What to do, never gonna retire We still minors to the news | |
| Only 20 years old, got full control of you fools | |
| Ahead of you too | |
| Fast maneuvers like computers peep the way that I move | |
| Sample huntin' in the dungeon on a ride to the moon | |
| Keep them waitin' for a tune, I don't know why I do | |
| I'm a starve in this youth Guess its just what we choose | |
| I'm just waiting for a plate I escape, got me takin off | |
| Just trying to find my faith As I'm rated off these blogs | |
| Is he even, is he odd, not the meaning of my songs | |
| I'm asking why involved, if you ain't gon' help the cause | |
| I'm speaking life in awe, while I'mma have to cut you off | |
| If you ain't gon be thinking small, you gon' stack no bills at all | |
| So 4-7, let us ball | |
| I'mma use my heart, and hold my [?] | |
| Make a call, and get a ball one man bank for sure | |
| Once I get my dough, I'll buy a rose gold rope | |
| And hope I don't get got on this one way plot | |
| I came a long way comin' off from my block | |
| And I make sure I won't stop as I chew right through your spot | |
| Won't have enough 'til we all on top | |
| Better make room, or you gon' get knocked | |
| And no deals say the [?] never ever gets dropped | |
| [Bridge: T'Nah Apex & CJ Fly x4] | |
| Ever gets dropped, no one ever, ever gets dropped | |
| I don't think we know it yet, I don't think we know it yet | |
| We got it all on the line, life's a gamble | |
| A handful of dice and we chose to bet | |
| [Verse 3: CJ Fly] | |
| Ya'll know we 'bout our business cuz we got us some staff | |
| Show 'em what the business cause they gotta be trash | |
| When I got that New Jersey, thought I'd stay right on track | |
| Try to use my train of thought to determine my path | |
| When I drop, it's gonna be like we playin' jacks | |
| Steppin' out the box and no one can tell me jack | |
| And that's just a fact | |
| Sending a message but no this ain't a fax | |
| The future that I manifested, know it is in effect | |
| Gotta disinfect I'm spitting like mucous in my vest | |
| That's something I should get off my chest | |
| And I'm when I'm in L-A-X | |
| The things I'm getting done, that they less | |
| Don't hear the [?], still I get on the list | |
| Shoot for the stars from sky like I had subs on the jet | |
| Was never in the same class so let's change the subject | |
| ****** the only substance that was making some sense | |
| Had to leave but realize that you was right where you left | |
| [Verse 4: Dessy Hinds] | |
| Knock, knocking, Mr. Bill Collector | |
| Still don't respect ya cause my skill offends ya | |
| They pour a ****** syrup thinking that he might surrender | |
| Think that they lent this life [?] | |
| Until we blew our brains out and you just got to vent us | |
| Fees never get us feed and please never get the cheese | |
| These ******s never sleep until it's anesthesiology | |
| With my sorry lease, I'm bound to be driving my mama's V | |
| Tryna come up with a verse for a sonnet pull up my G's | |
| Gotten better than jeans for a G star | |
| Jeans and a fleece warm for the weather in the East tour | |
| Now I got my stories stored in | |
| Rip your vocal cords, recordings | |
| [?] from sortin' | |
| Even when I started this game, I saw ends, lost friends | |
| Met up with my Pro-Era clique | |
| And I ain't ended up in the pen cause I ended with a pen | |
| And that ****** got the time to never hesitate to spin | |
| From spittin' venom with sins cause all the flowers blossom | |
| And all the thoughts you never think, now it's got them | |
| Gotham City | |
| [Verse 5: NYCk Caution] | |
| They never find me in a cell, I ain't Sam Fisher | |
| Grand swishers expand like panned pictures | |
| This is life as a member of what's better | |
| So I just throw the Era up, like a pitcher with bad records, ************t | |
| Bigger placement cause my name's inside the dotted line | |
| They never knew I had a shot like Roger's wife | |
| Roger that, I hover high above the citizens | |
| Laid back, sleep, she up blowin like a ceiling fan | |
| All night, while I'm right on top your ribosomes | |
| Pipe and dome that be the appetite too leave the night alone | |
| Chemistry is mentally a vital zone factor | |
| That determine if you make in my life you righteous ho (?) | |
| Everybody got the stories about the guwop and I was buildin' | |
| I spit freeze like it's ice chillin' | |
| The right life dealer with a price up on his noggin | |
| Pollen and the dollar, about to blossom to a father | |
| I'mma rob for my family, see it in these roots | |
| Tryna beam like a laser, shoot and taser any sabertooth | |
| I'll catch you later, got some paper and a wager too | |
| They take my style bite white like you ate her tooth | |
| Back at like crack addicts, and I don't give a damn your Italian | |
| High life, Sopranos | |
| Die you an asshole, slide through the tackle | |
| Wise words coming out the mind of a pharaoh | |
| Clash of the titans or the the actions stay narrow | |
| I remain the least to see, freedom and the decencies | |
| Man, but I'm still on my ************t and I still gotta pay that rent | |
| Still gotta pay that rent, still gotta pay that rent | |
| Still gotta make that cents, still gotta take that, gotta take that | |
| Man, I gotta make that, make that | |
| [Verse 6: A La $ole] | |
| Mind, body and soul, the trinity within me | |
| Time, dollars, and gold still withholds my memory | |
| Remember me? I think we met within a past life | |
| Couldn't remember but I know we was mad tight | |
| We share the same eyes, share the same feet | |
| Share the same spine, I think he is me | |
| This how we live everyday but still might fall | |
| Thank God I realize who I just saw | |
| God-body pieces to the puzzle connected | |
| Never did I doubt it that the energy would manifest it | |
| I'mma treat this beat like a god and I'mma bless it | |
| Till we infected with the music, we gotta stress it | |
| Natural disaster, earthquakes in your city | |
| Add a tornado, add a tsunami, and you still ************tty | |
| I'm ill gritty, make a dollar outta two quarters, I'm the real 50 | |
| It's no Biggie, it's no Pac, it's no HOV | |
| No Nasir, no Rakim, just Pros taking over your globe | |
| And we here, said we here | |
| [Bridge: T'Nah Apex & CJ Fly] | |
| [Verse 7: Dyemond Lewis] | |
| Want to know where the era been | |
| Cooking up **** with heroin | |
| That's a bar for the homies | |
| I work hard, so progression is seen | |
| Won't be long now until I'm with my African queen | |
| Sippin' fine wine | |
| For now it's grind time | |
| 5-0's for my Pros whenever I rhyme | |
| Obstacles is something that I'm familiar with | |
| Kick flipped gaps and potholes for the thrill of it | |
| So, what makes you think I won't have you removed | |
| If you a threat to my future, plus you front on my crew | |
| I don't fear no man claiming to shoot | |
| Because shooters don't talk you know, They busy shootin' | |
| Stupid, you and I, we're somewhat equal | |
| Except your wallet packet with dust, mine stuffed with dead people | |
| I, acquired a taste for white ************ and seafood | |
| Bad habits as always, have to watch what you eat dude | |
| When will the corruption stop? | |
| You hear the caged birds sing | |
| But you won't understand a thing until you stand in this spot | |
| And me? I am not a nice person | |
| I fronted you some, so if you late, I expect extra in reimbur******t | |
| So don't take risk, ******s will get pissed | |
| Started growing my dreads cause I don't ****** with Lil Twist | |
| Skinny ****** if you (?) got that tatted on my wrist | |
| ************t, hold up, hold up, alright | |
| Mama named me Dyemond cause I ain't nothin' lesser | |
| I'm like Cole in '09 under way more pressure | |
| ****** it, I'm way more better | |
| Smoker's Club when I dress up | |
| Rap ******s getting comfy, tell 'em they need to step up | |
| Old ******s embrace us and you'll be way less bitter | |
| I show respect where it's due, to the others - good riddance | |
| It's the mother******' superduper young hot spitter | |
| [Verse 8: Jakk Tha Rhymer] | |
| I keep my thoughts on tracks like the cars of a train | |
| And often look back at just how far we done came | |
| I used to only rap for my friends and family | |
| When I first started off they could still understand me | |
| Thought I must have been the sickest in my family tree | |
| Way they reacted off the spit just like the Pop Rock candy | |
| Kept a youngin' gassed like the family V | |
| Till it was clear what my path and plan to be | |
| Go triple platinum, win about four Grammys | |
| Buy out Def Jam, start a family like a fairy tale | |
| Bet a deaf ****** hear me clearly | |
| I'm deaf so they can't come near me | |
| Unless they coming correct | |
| Put goosebumps on they neck | |
| My mic strong for my mic check | |
| I'm from the Era where the best never miss a step | |
| Tell 'em recognize rhymin', show respect | |
| Around here they gotta give to get | |
| [Verse 9: Kirk Knight] | |
| Hopefully when I sign it | |
| The sonnet that I write bring tears to the Goddess | |
| Regardless, be the bomb through Manhattan projects | |
| All over the globe, I steer fear through the sonic | |
| And tonic that the world wears like a baby's bonnet | |
| Don't talk about change, be about it | |
| I had to reroute my goals and kick it to the curb | |
| And observe that the pros be working your nerves | |
| The highest concern that you ever heard | |
| But I need clearance | |
| I got five on it and you lack perseverance | |
| But I got it and I would like to share | |
| And have no fear, we all got broken dreams | |
| Shall I (?) or kneel but it's so hard to ball these days | |
| Shoes on the other foot and these not my J's | |
| Hey, I got something to say | |
| One of the golden child making the brash decisions | |
| Buildin' the worlds off of glitters and gold | |
| Instead of the realities of riddles and bold | |
| And my team want the meals and we wantin' them both | |
| Because Beast Coast spit will leave 'em in a choke | |
| You can't buy happiness if you're broke off of hope | |
| [Verse 10: Joey Bada$$] | |
| Now I rap circles on rap circles, your team ************s | |
| And popsicles, my team's fared obstacles | |
| Impossible to get around 'em | |
| Got'cha surrounded circle the block, drop bicycles wildin' | |
| Take a step back and put it all in perspective | |
| If the pen don't (?) then this law ain't affected | |
| Detached from the objective, flawless perfection | |
| Your flow less projected, let alone detected | |
| Protect your necklace, progress through lessons | |
| Feel the proper essence and prolong this message | |
| Produce the method | |
| Pro tools the session, they heard | |
| Stay progressing is the ancient proverb | |
| Ain't nothin' profound like the sound of (?) | |
| The Providence of a ProGod, that’s my word | |
| Word Domination in process you see | |
| In honor of the Pro Steez, we proceed | |
| In honor of the Pro Steez, we proceed | |
| Yes indeed |
| Produced by Powers Pleasent | |
| Verse 1: Dirty Sanchez | |
| The sky ain' t the same no more | |
| Clouds identical to poison chemical trails | |
| Keep your eyes open | |
| Kids, eat your vegetables | |
| School, I never had principles | |
| Bought a rap blown like 50' s | |
| In front of pigs stopped they said I | |
| Hot headed, make thermometers pop | |
| Not up to par, no cigar, mad papers and | |
| Jah, jah bless though, I' m not alone | |
| Tappin our phones so they know where the best go | |
| You in the presence of stars, now Little Dipper | |
| Haters and haters, I love you lil' s | |
| Have Rocka snuffin' your jaw | |
| Callin' Rokamouth, Dirty ragamuffin not for nothing I been rockin' out | |
| Negative energy, either brothers or enemies | |
| My cargo far your cargo, short lack longevity | |
| I, treat my like a letter, I just let her go | |
| Sincerely, me before I blow | |
| It' s Dirty | |
| Verse 2: Rokamouth | |
| So I try to survive without money But I' m making my music | |
| And you know the game is funny Entertain and abuse it | |
| Stupid rich while I' m hungry, and I study this ugly point of view | |
| Like making a crowd move just for honeys | |
| I got G' s overdue, that' s cheese that' s expired | |
| If I' m tired, I' m a lose Rappers gettin' ? | |
| You never hired | |
| What to do, never gonna retire We still minors to the news | |
| Only 20 years old, got full control of you fools | |
| Ahead of you too | |
| Fast maneuvers like computers peep the way that I move | |
| Sample huntin' in the dungeon on a ride to the moon | |
| Keep them waitin' for a tune, I don' t know why I do | |
| I' m a starve in this youth Guess its just what we choose | |
| I' m just waiting for a plate I escape, got me takin off | |
| Just trying to find my faith As I' m rated off these blogs | |
| Is he even, is he odd, not the meaning of my songs | |
| I' m asking why involved, if you ain' t gon' help the cause | |
| I' m speaking life in awe, while I' mma have to cut you off | |
| If you ain' t gon be thinking small, you gon' stack no bills at all | |
| So 47, let us ball | |
| I' mma use my heart, and hold my ? | |
| Make a call, and get a ball one man bank for sure | |
| Once I get my dough, I' ll buy a rose gold rope | |
| And hope I don' t get got on this one way plot | |
| I came a long way comin' off from my block | |
| And I make sure I won' t stop as I chew right through your spot | |
| Won' t have enough ' til we all on top | |
| Better make room, or you gon' get knocked | |
| And no deals say the ? never ever gets dropped | |
| Bridge: T' Nah Apex CJ Fly x4 | |
| Ever gets dropped, no one ever, ever gets dropped | |
| I don' t think we know it yet, I don' t think we know it yet | |
| We got it all on the line, life' s a gamble | |
| A handful of dice and we chose to bet | |
| Verse 3: CJ Fly | |
| Ya' ll know we ' bout our business cuz we got us some staff | |
| Show ' em what the business cause they gotta be trash | |
| When I got that New Jersey, thought I' d stay right on track | |
| Try to use my train of thought to determine my path | |
| When I drop, it' s gonna be like we playin' jacks | |
| Steppin' out the box and no one can tell me jack | |
| And that' s just a fact | |
| Sending a message but no this ain' t a fax | |
| The future that I manifested, know it is in effect | |
| Gotta disinfect I' m spitting like mucous in my vest | |
| That' s something I should get off my chest | |
| And I' m when I' m in LAX | |
| The things I' m getting done, that they less | |
| Don' t hear the ?, still I get on the list | |
| Shoot for the stars from sky like I had subs on the jet | |
| Was never in the same class so let' s change the subject | |
| the only substance that was making some sense | |
| Had to leave but realize that you was right where you left | |
| Verse 4: Dessy Hinds | |
| Knock, knocking, Mr. Bill Collector | |
| Still don' t respect ya cause my skill offends ya | |
| They pour a syrup thinking that he might surrender | |
| Think that they lent this life ? | |
| Until we blew our brains out and you just got to vent us | |
| Fees never get us feed and please never get the cheese | |
| These s never sleep until it' s anesthesiology | |
| With my sorry lease, I' m bound to be driving my mama' s V | |
| Tryna come up with a verse for a sonnet pull up my G' s | |
| Gotten better than jeans for a G star | |
| Jeans and a fleece warm for the weather in the East tour | |
| Now I got my stories stored in | |
| Rip your vocal cords, recordings | |
| ? from sortin' | |
| Even when I started this game, I saw ends, lost friends | |
| Met up with my ProEra clique | |
| And I ain' t ended up in the pen cause I ended with a pen | |
| And that got the time to never hesitate to spin | |
| From spittin' venom with sins cause all the flowers blossom | |
| And all the thoughts you never think, now it' s got them | |
| Gotham City | |
| Verse 5: NYCk Caution | |
| They never find me in a cell, I ain' t Sam Fisher | |
| Grand swishers expand like panned pictures | |
| This is life as a member of what' s better | |
| So I just throw the Era up, like a pitcher with bad records, t | |
| Bigger placement cause my name' s inside the dotted line | |
| They never knew I had a shot like Roger' s wife | |
| Roger that, I hover high above the citizens | |
| Laid back, sleep, she up blowin like a ceiling fan | |
| All night, while I' m right on top your ribosomes | |
| Pipe and dome that be the appetite too leave the night alone | |
| Chemistry is mentally a vital zone factor | |
| That determine if you make in my life you righteous ho ? | |
| Everybody got the stories about the guwop and I was buildin' | |
| I spit freeze like it' s ice chillin' | |
| The right life dealer with a price up on his noggin | |
| Pollen and the dollar, about to blossom to a father | |
| I' mma rob for my family, see it in these roots | |
| Tryna beam like a laser, shoot and taser any sabertooth | |
| I' ll catch you later, got some paper and a wager too | |
| They take my style bite white like you ate her tooth | |
| Back at like crack addicts, and I don' t give a damn your Italian | |
| High life, Sopranos | |
| Die you an asshole, slide through the tackle | |
| Wise words coming out the mind of a pharaoh | |
| Clash of the titans or the the actions stay narrow | |
| I remain the least to see, freedom and the decencies | |
| Man, but I' m still on my t and I still gotta pay that rent | |
| Still gotta pay that rent, still gotta pay that rent | |
| Still gotta make that cents, still gotta take that, gotta take that | |
| Man, I gotta make that, make that | |
| Verse 6: A La ole | |
| Mind, body and soul, the trinity within me | |
| Time, dollars, and gold still withholds my memory | |
| Remember me? I think we met within a past life | |
| Couldn' t remember but I know we was mad tight | |
| We share the same eyes, share the same feet | |
| Share the same spine, I think he is me | |
| This how we live everyday but still might fall | |
| Thank God I realize who I just saw | |
| Godbody pieces to the puzzle connected | |
| Never did I doubt it that the energy would manifest it | |
| I' mma treat this beat like a god and I' mma bless it | |
| Till we infected with the music, we gotta stress it | |
| Natural disaster, earthquakes in your city | |
| Add a tornado, add a tsunami, and you still tty | |
| I' m ill gritty, make a dollar outta two quarters, I' m the real 50 | |
| It' s no Biggie, it' s no Pac, it' s no HOV | |
| No Nasir, no Rakim, just Pros taking over your globe | |
| And we here, said we here | |
| Bridge: T' Nah Apex CJ Fly | |
| Verse 7: Dyemond Lewis | |
| Want to know where the era been | |
| Cooking up with heroin | |
| That' s a bar for the homies | |
| I work hard, so progression is seen | |
| Won' t be long now until I' m with my African queen | |
| Sippin' fine wine | |
| For now it' s grind time | |
| 50' s for my Pros whenever I rhyme | |
| Obstacles is something that I' m familiar with | |
| Kick flipped gaps and potholes for the thrill of it | |
| So, what makes you think I won' t have you removed | |
| If you a threat to my future, plus you front on my crew | |
| I don' t fear no man claiming to shoot | |
| Because shooters don' t talk you know, They busy shootin' | |
| Stupid, you and I, we' re somewhat equal | |
| Except your wallet packet with dust, mine stuffed with dead people | |
| I, acquired a taste for white and seafood | |
| Bad habits as always, have to watch what you eat dude | |
| When will the corruption stop? | |
| You hear the caged birds sing | |
| But you won' t understand a thing until you stand in this spot | |
| And me? I am not a nice person | |
| I fronted you some, so if you late, I expect extra in reimbur t | |
| So don' t take risk, s will get pissed | |
| Started growing my dreads cause I don' t with Lil Twist | |
| Skinny if you ? got that tatted on my wrist | |
| t, hold up, hold up, alright | |
| Mama named me Dyemond cause I ain' t nothin' lesser | |
| I' m like Cole in ' 09 under way more pressure | |
| it, I' m way more better | |
| Smoker' s Club when I dress up | |
| Rap s getting comfy, tell ' em they need to step up | |
| Old s embrace us and you' ll be way less bitter | |
| I show respect where it' s due, to the others good riddance | |
| It' s the mother' superduper young hot spitter | |
| Verse 8: Jakk Tha Rhymer | |
| I keep my thoughts on tracks like the cars of a train | |
| And often look back at just how far we done came | |
| I used to only rap for my friends and family | |
| When I first started off they could still understand me | |
| Thought I must have been the sickest in my family tree | |
| Way they reacted off the spit just like the Pop Rock candy | |
| Kept a youngin' gassed like the family V | |
| Till it was clear what my path and plan to be | |
| Go triple platinum, win about four Grammys | |
| Buy out Def Jam, start a family like a fairy tale | |
| Bet a deaf hear me clearly | |
| I' m deaf so they can' t come near me | |
| Unless they coming correct | |
| Put goosebumps on they neck | |
| My mic strong for my mic check | |
| I' m from the Era where the best never miss a step | |
| Tell ' em recognize rhymin', show respect | |
| Around here they gotta give to get | |
| Verse 9: Kirk Knight | |
| Hopefully when I sign it | |
| The sonnet that I write bring tears to the Goddess | |
| Regardless, be the bomb through Manhattan projects | |
| All over the globe, I steer fear through the sonic | |
| And tonic that the world wears like a baby' s bonnet | |
| Don' t talk about change, be about it | |
| I had to reroute my goals and kick it to the curb | |
| And observe that the pros be working your nerves | |
| The highest concern that you ever heard | |
| But I need clearance | |
| I got five on it and you lack perseverance | |
| But I got it and I would like to share | |
| And have no fear, we all got broken dreams | |
| Shall I ? or kneel but it' s so hard to ball these days | |
| Shoes on the other foot and these not my J' s | |
| Hey, I got something to say | |
| One of the golden child making the brash decisions | |
| Buildin' the worlds off of glitters and gold | |
| Instead of the realities of riddles and bold | |
| And my team want the meals and we wantin' them both | |
| Because Beast Coast spit will leave ' em in a choke | |
| You can' t buy happiness if you' re broke off of hope | |
| Verse 10: Joey Bada | |
| Now I rap circles on rap circles, your team s | |
| And popsicles, my team' s fared obstacles | |
| Impossible to get around ' em | |
| Got' cha surrounded circle the block, drop bicycles wildin' | |
| Take a step back and put it all in perspective | |
| If the pen don' t ? then this law ain' t affected | |
| Detached from the objective, flawless perfection | |
| Your flow less projected, let alone detected | |
| Protect your necklace, progress through lessons | |
| Feel the proper essence and prolong this message | |
| Produce the method | |
| Pro tools the session, they heard | |
| Stay progressing is the ancient proverb | |
| Ain' t nothin' profound like the sound of ? | |
| The Providence of a ProGod, that' s my word | |
| Word Domination in process you see | |
| In honor of the Pro Steez, we proceed | |
| In honor of the Pro Steez, we proceed | |
| Yes indeed |
| Produced by Powers Pleasent | |
| Verse 1: Dirty Sanchez | |
| The sky ain' t the same no more | |
| Clouds identical to poison chemical trails | |
| Keep your eyes open | |
| Kids, eat your vegetables | |
| School, I never had principles | |
| Bought a rap blown like 50' s | |
| In front of pigs stopped they said I | |
| Hot headed, make thermometers pop | |
| Not up to par, no cigar, mad papers and | |
| Jah, jah bless though, I' m not alone | |
| Tappin our phones so they know where the best go | |
| You in the presence of stars, now Little Dipper | |
| Haters and haters, I love you lil' s | |
| Have Rocka snuffin' your jaw | |
| Callin' Rokamouth, Dirty ragamuffin not for nothing I been rockin' out | |
| Negative energy, either brothers or enemies | |
| My cargo far your cargo, short lack longevity | |
| I, treat my like a letter, I just let her go | |
| Sincerely, me before I blow | |
| It' s Dirty | |
| Verse 2: Rokamouth | |
| So I try to survive without money But I' m making my music | |
| And you know the game is funny Entertain and abuse it | |
| Stupid rich while I' m hungry, and I study this ugly point of view | |
| Like making a crowd move just for honeys | |
| I got G' s overdue, that' s cheese that' s expired | |
| If I' m tired, I' m a lose Rappers gettin' ? | |
| You never hired | |
| What to do, never gonna retire We still minors to the news | |
| Only 20 years old, got full control of you fools | |
| Ahead of you too | |
| Fast maneuvers like computers peep the way that I move | |
| Sample huntin' in the dungeon on a ride to the moon | |
| Keep them waitin' for a tune, I don' t know why I do | |
| I' m a starve in this youth Guess its just what we choose | |
| I' m just waiting for a plate I escape, got me takin off | |
| Just trying to find my faith As I' m rated off these blogs | |
| Is he even, is he odd, not the meaning of my songs | |
| I' m asking why involved, if you ain' t gon' help the cause | |
| I' m speaking life in awe, while I' mma have to cut you off | |
| If you ain' t gon be thinking small, you gon' stack no bills at all | |
| So 47, let us ball | |
| I' mma use my heart, and hold my ? | |
| Make a call, and get a ball one man bank for sure | |
| Once I get my dough, I' ll buy a rose gold rope | |
| And hope I don' t get got on this one way plot | |
| I came a long way comin' off from my block | |
| And I make sure I won' t stop as I chew right through your spot | |
| Won' t have enough ' til we all on top | |
| Better make room, or you gon' get knocked | |
| And no deals say the ? never ever gets dropped | |
| Bridge: T' Nah Apex CJ Fly x4 | |
| Ever gets dropped, no one ever, ever gets dropped | |
| I don' t think we know it yet, I don' t think we know it yet | |
| We got it all on the line, life' s a gamble | |
| A handful of dice and we chose to bet | |
| Verse 3: CJ Fly | |
| Ya' ll know we ' bout our business cuz we got us some staff | |
| Show ' em what the business cause they gotta be trash | |
| When I got that New Jersey, thought I' d stay right on track | |
| Try to use my train of thought to determine my path | |
| When I drop, it' s gonna be like we playin' jacks | |
| Steppin' out the box and no one can tell me jack | |
| And that' s just a fact | |
| Sending a message but no this ain' t a fax | |
| The future that I manifested, know it is in effect | |
| Gotta disinfect I' m spitting like mucous in my vest | |
| That' s something I should get off my chest | |
| And I' m when I' m in LAX | |
| The things I' m getting done, that they less | |
| Don' t hear the ?, still I get on the list | |
| Shoot for the stars from sky like I had subs on the jet | |
| Was never in the same class so let' s change the subject | |
| the only substance that was making some sense | |
| Had to leave but realize that you was right where you left | |
| Verse 4: Dessy Hinds | |
| Knock, knocking, Mr. Bill Collector | |
| Still don' t respect ya cause my skill offends ya | |
| They pour a syrup thinking that he might surrender | |
| Think that they lent this life ? | |
| Until we blew our brains out and you just got to vent us | |
| Fees never get us feed and please never get the cheese | |
| These s never sleep until it' s anesthesiology | |
| With my sorry lease, I' m bound to be driving my mama' s V | |
| Tryna come up with a verse for a sonnet pull up my G' s | |
| Gotten better than jeans for a G star | |
| Jeans and a fleece warm for the weather in the East tour | |
| Now I got my stories stored in | |
| Rip your vocal cords, recordings | |
| ? from sortin' | |
| Even when I started this game, I saw ends, lost friends | |
| Met up with my ProEra clique | |
| And I ain' t ended up in the pen cause I ended with a pen | |
| And that got the time to never hesitate to spin | |
| From spittin' venom with sins cause all the flowers blossom | |
| And all the thoughts you never think, now it' s got them | |
| Gotham City | |
| Verse 5: NYCk Caution | |
| They never find me in a cell, I ain' t Sam Fisher | |
| Grand swishers expand like panned pictures | |
| This is life as a member of what' s better | |
| So I just throw the Era up, like a pitcher with bad records, t | |
| Bigger placement cause my name' s inside the dotted line | |
| They never knew I had a shot like Roger' s wife | |
| Roger that, I hover high above the citizens | |
| Laid back, sleep, she up blowin like a ceiling fan | |
| All night, while I' m right on top your ribosomes | |
| Pipe and dome that be the appetite too leave the night alone | |
| Chemistry is mentally a vital zone factor | |
| That determine if you make in my life you righteous ho ? | |
| Everybody got the stories about the guwop and I was buildin' | |
| I spit freeze like it' s ice chillin' | |
| The right life dealer with a price up on his noggin | |
| Pollen and the dollar, about to blossom to a father | |
| I' mma rob for my family, see it in these roots | |
| Tryna beam like a laser, shoot and taser any sabertooth | |
| I' ll catch you later, got some paper and a wager too | |
| They take my style bite white like you ate her tooth | |
| Back at like crack addicts, and I don' t give a damn your Italian | |
| High life, Sopranos | |
| Die you an asshole, slide through the tackle | |
| Wise words coming out the mind of a pharaoh | |
| Clash of the titans or the the actions stay narrow | |
| I remain the least to see, freedom and the decencies | |
| Man, but I' m still on my t and I still gotta pay that rent | |
| Still gotta pay that rent, still gotta pay that rent | |
| Still gotta make that cents, still gotta take that, gotta take that | |
| Man, I gotta make that, make that | |
| Verse 6: A La ole | |
| Mind, body and soul, the trinity within me | |
| Time, dollars, and gold still withholds my memory | |
| Remember me? I think we met within a past life | |
| Couldn' t remember but I know we was mad tight | |
| We share the same eyes, share the same feet | |
| Share the same spine, I think he is me | |
| This how we live everyday but still might fall | |
| Thank God I realize who I just saw | |
| Godbody pieces to the puzzle connected | |
| Never did I doubt it that the energy would manifest it | |
| I' mma treat this beat like a god and I' mma bless it | |
| Till we infected with the music, we gotta stress it | |
| Natural disaster, earthquakes in your city | |
| Add a tornado, add a tsunami, and you still tty | |
| I' m ill gritty, make a dollar outta two quarters, I' m the real 50 | |
| It' s no Biggie, it' s no Pac, it' s no HOV | |
| No Nasir, no Rakim, just Pros taking over your globe | |
| And we here, said we here | |
| Bridge: T' Nah Apex CJ Fly | |
| Verse 7: Dyemond Lewis | |
| Want to know where the era been | |
| Cooking up with heroin | |
| That' s a bar for the homies | |
| I work hard, so progression is seen | |
| Won' t be long now until I' m with my African queen | |
| Sippin' fine wine | |
| For now it' s grind time | |
| 50' s for my Pros whenever I rhyme | |
| Obstacles is something that I' m familiar with | |
| Kick flipped gaps and potholes for the thrill of it | |
| So, what makes you think I won' t have you removed | |
| If you a threat to my future, plus you front on my crew | |
| I don' t fear no man claiming to shoot | |
| Because shooters don' t talk you know, They busy shootin' | |
| Stupid, you and I, we' re somewhat equal | |
| Except your wallet packet with dust, mine stuffed with dead people | |
| I, acquired a taste for white and seafood | |
| Bad habits as always, have to watch what you eat dude | |
| When will the corruption stop? | |
| You hear the caged birds sing | |
| But you won' t understand a thing until you stand in this spot | |
| And me? I am not a nice person | |
| I fronted you some, so if you late, I expect extra in reimbur t | |
| So don' t take risk, s will get pissed | |
| Started growing my dreads cause I don' t with Lil Twist | |
| Skinny if you ? got that tatted on my wrist | |
| t, hold up, hold up, alright | |
| Mama named me Dyemond cause I ain' t nothin' lesser | |
| I' m like Cole in ' 09 under way more pressure | |
| it, I' m way more better | |
| Smoker' s Club when I dress up | |
| Rap s getting comfy, tell ' em they need to step up | |
| Old s embrace us and you' ll be way less bitter | |
| I show respect where it' s due, to the others good riddance | |
| It' s the mother' superduper young hot spitter | |
| Verse 8: Jakk Tha Rhymer | |
| I keep my thoughts on tracks like the cars of a train | |
| And often look back at just how far we done came | |
| I used to only rap for my friends and family | |
| When I first started off they could still understand me | |
| Thought I must have been the sickest in my family tree | |
| Way they reacted off the spit just like the Pop Rock candy | |
| Kept a youngin' gassed like the family V | |
| Till it was clear what my path and plan to be | |
| Go triple platinum, win about four Grammys | |
| Buy out Def Jam, start a family like a fairy tale | |
| Bet a deaf hear me clearly | |
| I' m deaf so they can' t come near me | |
| Unless they coming correct | |
| Put goosebumps on they neck | |
| My mic strong for my mic check | |
| I' m from the Era where the best never miss a step | |
| Tell ' em recognize rhymin', show respect | |
| Around here they gotta give to get | |
| Verse 9: Kirk Knight | |
| Hopefully when I sign it | |
| The sonnet that I write bring tears to the Goddess | |
| Regardless, be the bomb through Manhattan projects | |
| All over the globe, I steer fear through the sonic | |
| And tonic that the world wears like a baby' s bonnet | |
| Don' t talk about change, be about it | |
| I had to reroute my goals and kick it to the curb | |
| And observe that the pros be working your nerves | |
| The highest concern that you ever heard | |
| But I need clearance | |
| I got five on it and you lack perseverance | |
| But I got it and I would like to share | |
| And have no fear, we all got broken dreams | |
| Shall I ? or kneel but it' s so hard to ball these days | |
| Shoes on the other foot and these not my J' s | |
| Hey, I got something to say | |
| One of the golden child making the brash decisions | |
| Buildin' the worlds off of glitters and gold | |
| Instead of the realities of riddles and bold | |
| And my team want the meals and we wantin' them both | |
| Because Beast Coast spit will leave ' em in a choke | |
| You can' t buy happiness if you' re broke off of hope | |
| Verse 10: Joey Bada | |
| Now I rap circles on rap circles, your team s | |
| And popsicles, my team' s fared obstacles | |
| Impossible to get around ' em | |
| Got' cha surrounded circle the block, drop bicycles wildin' | |
| Take a step back and put it all in perspective | |
| If the pen don' t ? then this law ain' t affected | |
| Detached from the objective, flawless perfection | |
| Your flow less projected, let alone detected | |
| Protect your necklace, progress through lessons | |
| Feel the proper essence and prolong this message | |
| Produce the method | |
| Pro tools the session, they heard | |
| Stay progressing is the ancient proverb | |
| Ain' t nothin' profound like the sound of ? | |
| The Providence of a ProGod, that' s my word | |
| Word Domination in process you see | |
| In honor of the Pro Steez, we proceed | |
| In honor of the Pro Steez, we proceed | |
| Yes indeed |
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