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Rebate
02:48
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(Verse)
Never was in ya top 4
Never had a chance to score
But was raw
In aspects
Go hard
Like fuck em all
Sat in the back of the class
Thinkin' off ass
But writin' these raps
Hard not to get jumped
for my bus pass fast
But make it last
You only get one for the month
And don't let them kids punk you
Take ya money fa lunch
See I had a hunch
I was gonna be the best,
dead anyone that could test.
It's BIZ,
All caps when you say this.
Cuz
I'm watching Doctor Who,
Reruns in community,
Simultaneously reading
Tom riddles dairy
Oddly learning
and yearning for longevity
In this rap game, Trap game
Someone told me,
It's The same thing.
Insane,
And the membranes off,
So catch B,
And I'm here.
And my future is clear
Canon 7d's.
In any entity,
I got the shit you need.
I need a few MC's to complete the recipe,
So follow me.
Through this journey of bad times
Rejections from bad dime,
Redirectin' my line,
to be correctin' my shine.
which counteracts with the line,
Between plastic made bitches,
And gangs signs,
Tell these nerdy ass niggas,
It's game time.
So,
Wtf you tryin' for
The only way you could beat me,
Is if you were a time lord.
So what you cryin for?
Bars harder than my dick is,
fuck flexin,
We'll be there in a second!
(Chorus) 2x
So where you at?
We ridin' round town,
wit a prayer,
and a bat.
Sounds crazy right?
I’ve been at it
trine get a better rate,
if you’ve been down and out
You can Holla for a rebate.
Shit
and life's crazy like that
If you're feelin' fuckin' scared I got your back
Sounds crazy right?
Tryna' get a better rate,
if you’ve been down and out
You can Holla for a rebate.
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MuchTooMuch
04:08
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5. |
Mandatory Reading
04:57
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6. |
Focus Skit
01:17
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(Verse 1)
Give me that fly ass beat
So I can catch wreck
Niggas know I’m on next
Rap vet
Blading
Like the one
That's on ya fuckin’ neck
Raps sick
It's pretty hard to beat
Like a soft dick
Workin’ hard as shit
So I can never loose focus
Every bars potent
Niggas tryna see G
I gave all my fucks away
When I turned 23
Rockin’ carbon on my feet
I'm speaking literally
I’m rollin easily
you pushin’ wood into the concrete
Illest motha fucka from the beach
And I aint takin shit
Goin super saiyan
On this beat
And I'm droppin heat
Like I took a shit out on the street
Back in LB
Bruh, you know how hot
The summers gonna be
Shit
And I've been doin this all day
sex wit yo chicks
a hot dog
Down a hallway
And I ain't talkin 4 play
Fuck all yo tips to make it
I'll do it my way
You burnin up ya energy
(Break)
(Verse 2)
Shit
And this is BDC rap.
I'll end you last letter of my alias Jack.
I know it's evident, I'm a force to be reckoned with,
I’m feelin heaven sent.
Crazy thing is,
Im just gettin’ started.
Check the rhetoric.
Nerdy ass nigga,
No letterman.
Who you better then?
Me?
You better check your test again.
You suck my friend,
your tracks lackin’ substance.
Music for the club,
But ain't no body dancing.
And I know I'm not as hard
as the drop,
But I'm to hot to handle
Like a boiling pot.
And you can hop skip and jump
But I'm not calling you Pete Rock,
And you can move everything from weed to sheet rock.
I'm still on the block
calling your bluff like a weak spot,
And you can hit the plugs
but we don't care when your tape drop.
I'ma keep bladin
Til I'm broke
And my heart stop,
And I’ma keep focused
Aderral and a soda pop.
Walk,
Inside shoes
Of a nigga who can't stop
You’re a dick inside a sock
Im on to the next spot.
I’m been ridin’ round
With these blades on my feet
Move discrete,
While I'm leavin’ niggas stuck
Like siamese.
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8. |
Men, Women and Children
03:16
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9. |
LA.LA.LA.LA
04:31
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10. |
My Money
04:20
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11. |
Weekends
05:06
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(Verse)
I got an little cash flow
Cuz I rap dope.
I got a cool 200 like I passed go.
Where it at tho?
Its weekend,
and I’m tryna get it in,
fuck an outro,
where the tracks go?
rollin a XB
thats a 4 banga,
only wit her
if she stacked like Janga.
my pull out game strong
like I’m good at Janga,
she could get the morning wood
but thats enough on Janga,
but
She's a freak tho.
shallow conversations
cuz she likes to deep throat,
and I beat those.
We can get roscoes
to eat tho,
We can get tacos
by the beach tho.
We could cruise Ocean,
by the Westin.
Hipster shop,
que vintage?
Shit
We can have fun under the sun,
I mean
I gives no fucks
like a nun,
Or ur celibate son.
I got plans to make this weekend jump off,
and thats not a Joe Buddun song.
She wanna party with king,
all night long,
she got strings up her ass,
but she call it a thong,
dead wrong.
But baby girl got it going on.
Black tank top
leggings
and her hair all long.
cruisen’ down pine
to her favorite songs,
lookin like she really not
tryna get involved.
I told her,
You and your friends,
me and my friends,
we can be friends,
on the weekends.
let it sink in.
You the illiest
That I've seen off in a min,
bad bitch,
and I really hope you don't
Get offended
But I meant it.
You and me can chill
on the brink
even though you really
think ima creep
See I’m tryna take everything,
and the kitchen sink.
But girl,
let me tell you what i think.
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(Chorus)
I got this time baby,
I want to spend it with you.
I got this time baby,
I want to spend it with you.
We can do what you like,
I promise that I’ll be true.
I got this time baby,
I want to spend it with you.
(Verse 1)
I got shit to do,
But a broken watch.
and you think I’m the shit like my toilet's hot.
And my flow keep tickin’
Like the hands on the clock.
Ain’t trickin’ if you got it,
and i have a lot.
I'm recession proof,
so I work to relax.
got money on the mind,
so i grab a cat stacks.
I got a hand full of tracks,
a&r's on my back,
and a girl on ma side, got time fa that.
I got time to spend,
so I'ma spend wit you.
I got rhymes to spit,
so I'ma spit what's true,
me and you.
We can kick it at the spot,
or at a bar stool,
We car ride around slow,
or in the car pool.
it doesn't matter what were we need to be,
home alone or even flying over seas.
Or maybe some over priced dope hotel suite,
let me know
we can make it with ease
cuz I got this!
(Chorus)
I got this time baby,
I want to spend it with you.
I got this time baby,
I want to spend it with you.
We can do what you like,
I promise that I’ll be true.
I got this time baby,
I want to spend it with you.
(Verse 2)
I don't know where to go.
I don't know where to hide.
Every where that I go,
You're right by my side.
You're the only one that I could ever dream of,
wanna tell you everything, but everything just seems dumb.
I don't know where to go.
I don't know where to hide.
Every where that I go,
You're right by my side.
I never thought that I would ever fall in love
wanna tell you everything
wanna tell you everything, but everything is still dumb.
I like you boy
I really wanna dress you up,
I wanna have you for real
I really like you boy
I really wanna feel you up
I wanna feel you for real.
(Chorus) 2x
I got this time baby,
I want to spend it with you.
I got this time baby,
I want to spend it with you.
We can do what you like,
I promise that I’ll be true.
I got this time baby,
I want to spend it with you.
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15. |
Glossary (Us Vs. Them)
03:06
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(Verse 1)
I turned the radio off ’09.
getting pretty sick of money, hoes, clothes, and gang signs.
and the way that my life was set up,
I didn’t have time,
for superficial
rap super heroes
with whack rhymes.
I wanted my own shine;
with any means to get it.
And if I had no money,
I’d fuckin steal it
and I couldn’t wait for any motha fucka
tell me different,
this rap shit is a gift
you fuckin cherish it.
And lord knows
that everyone else is tryna get it,
dumb motha fucka get play
with shit lyrics.
But the beat go hard doe
shut it up
you dumb truck,
The reason the game is fucked up.
and everybody’s all concerned and up in a fit,
bout shit
that don’t mean shit!
Who gives a fuck
what gender Bruce is?
And I'm tryna get this real to start.
Only way to start a fire with a spark!
(Break)
(Verse 2)
and with that said,
I started my own shit.
Cuz the wrong shit
had a good publicist,
instead of getting pissed,
i fixed it.
and reminded OG’s
that young niggas can kill it,
authentic,
and give this old game a face lift.
but face it,
we don’t need a replacements faces
Mike Myers or Jason
we just need a direction.
nigga to stand to stand for somethin’
fall for nothin
games fucked,
give it some substance.
All you do is drink
and blow tree
talk about you having bitches on both knee.
How you be in the street
hold heat
wit no sleep,
is that how its supposed to be?
I don’t know whats going on these
motha fuckin, hip hop wanna be's
bitchin’ ‘bout 13 for an LP,
but got all the new J’s in the first week
$200 a piece.
And niggas eatin’ booty like groceries,
Wearing long dress
and nose rings,
not Pac.
When this shit gone stop?
Can’t call cops
cuz we gone all get got.
On a lower level
tryna make it to the top,
Drake started from the middle
we comin’ from a rock.
And i can’t really tell you whats in store
but be sure
I know that we need something more
(Break Down)
I know that we need something more x4
(Chorus)
I can’t tell you where I’m going,
i can tell you where I’ve been.
tryna more the world,
with a beat and a pen.
people going off,
while I’m going in,
stop fighting our selves,
its use verse them.
Standing in the back,
tryna take it all in
living on 2 different sides of sin
tryna move the world
with a beat and a pen
stop fighting our selves
its use verse them
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