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( Verse )
( Gil Scott-Heron )
Hey, yeah, we the same brothas from a long time ago
We was talkin' about television and doin' it on the radio
What we did was to help our generation realize
They got to get busy cause it wasn't gonna be televised
We got respect for young rappers and the way they're freewayin'
But if you're gonna be teachin' folks things
Make sure you know what you're saying
Older folks in our neighborhood got plenty of know-how
Remember, if it wasn't for them, you wouldn't be out here now
And I ain't comin' at you with no disrespect
All I'm sayin' is that you damn well got to be correct
Because if you're gonna be speaking for a whole generation
And you know enough to handle their education
Be sure you know the real deal about past situations
And ain't just repeating what you heard on a local TV station
Sometimes they tell lies and put them in a truthful disguise
But the truth is, that's why we said it wouldn't be televised
They don't know what to say to our young folks
But they know that you do
And if they really knew the truth
Why would they tell you
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2. |
Arkitech and Ayatollah
02:44
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(Verse One)
Very legendary, Pan-African royal
Steppin' out in all black, troopin' like Zorro
Goodfella, Goldfields, Grasberg era
Spit a bar, then I makeover like Clairol
People say with these words I can paint murals
That my shine's aligned wit' Sapphire jewels
Sit down with my papers like back in school
Pen filled with lighter fluid, set fire to 'em
Sayin' hey to the youngin's like Rick the ruler
Slay, layin' in a jungle over slave ruins
Military when I target then start shootin'
Digable, how I plan it when I pick the coolest
Smokey rooms, fumes high as nail polish removers
Killin' bills in exotic leather yellow Puma's
Ain't had an off day since Ferris Bueller
Tellin' every consumer, this that party music
(Yeah)
(Chorus)
If ya up in the crowd, and ya lovin' the sound
Say DJ turn it up
It's that sure-shock knocker, flavor Mack, Big Poppa
Real Hip-hoppers know what's up
Genghis Khan on a record, King Kong mic-checkers
We pound like Daz and Kurupt
(Yeah)
It's me and Ern-Mo'
The Arkitech and Ayatollah
(Verse Two)
Back to basic equations, training stimulation's
Wrote the book, diagrams, illustrations
Arkitech, Belichick plays, page one
I throw bars, they discharge like a ray gun
Hustle man, Tracy Morgan on occasion
Big Worm every Friday like Faizon
Talk numbers, conversating wit' liaisons
Next to 'em plottin', Zac Efron in "Neighbors"
The returns come later, insinuating
We some bad boys, Craig Mack and Big wit' the flavor
A nuclear reactor leave Rappers captive
Who retaliate with ineffective lasers
You can wager some greater, but they're probably major
A hundred names on script, I just flip the paper
Never claiming being better than my predecessors
Just out doing me, at a better level
( Chorus )
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( Verse One )
Night time upon us, gotta go for paper like we want it
Looks like rain, heard a storm was forming
Lightning strike clock towers when I'm recording
We're back to the future, flux capacitor format
Got verbal lessons, sound compressions and all that
Light-years ahead of cats whenever we orbit
(Yeah)
I still shine glorious, we packin' in shows
You couldn't rock the same floor as us
East coast, West coast, Detroit to Florida
Killing crowds, my booking agent a part-time coroner
I spit a bar, open up the door for us
Walking over dudes who need to pick their fuckin' chorus up
When you see us coming don't start frontin'
Just cop a CD, ticket or somethin'
(Yeah)
I'm still Rev' Runnin'
Got your girl sweatin', just when you think you looking stunning
( Chorus )
( Verse Two )
Brain splurgin' criminal thoughts, we in the 4X4, dirty
We 'bout to merge God, waitin' on my connect from Jersey
Pissed off, but his weight Big Game James Worthy
So sit pa', listen to the Sirius satellite radio
Guaranteed after this, we gonna gross doe
Blow some, spend some cream out in Acapulco
Vacate, surrounded by dames in their open-toe sandals
Dust off the Chamberlain manual
Game can score a hundred so I run it
106 and Park interviews, take you back to Teen Summit
Hold up wait, here we go, that's him
In the '94 Isuzu Amigo, get the bankroll
This here's official, make moves like Tony and Frank
Built a foundation, also how I copped that link
So now we can't let this boat sink, just came out my think tank
I need at least ten thousand grams for my Ben Frank's
( Chorus )
( Verse Three )
Midnight merchant, how I used to work it, I was perfect
Touchin' heads, fiends called me the brain surgeon
Now I'm up in the hills, splittin' Garcia's, no Phill's
Splurgin', burpin' Bourbon, puff Purple, networking
Domino effect, just landed a spot out in Scotland Neck
The plain trailer with the white wooden steps
Me and crimey, we can hold it ourself
He 5'11, look like the light-skin Omar Epps
He got a saw-off by the door, I got the twins on the shelf
In the back of the lab, see we movin' that meth
We got that glass-grade shit, guaranteed to hit
Take eight hours to cook so we put the plasma screen in
Channel 6, Chi' town host the Knicks
D' Rose is out, Amare's back, Melo got new kicks
Get our game on while others still riding the bench
Tellin' kids this ain't for you, get the Hell from our fence
( Chorus )
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( Verse One )
Late night villains on a road to riches
Victimize the innocent in pursuit of millions, silly really
They're just feelin' themselves
Politics, malitia, part of the same system
Game, aim missiles and milk the public wealth
Co-signed at the table, just a third of the wager
And ya hand is dealt
House wins, no matter what the plan is, ya sandwich
If strategies ain't gambit, don't play yourself
Learn from L's when they burn slow
Get out the wormhole, lookin' wild as Tone Loc in a turncoat
Get money like my brother Ern-Mo', we keep the rhythm popping
It's El DeBarge in a Eldorado with Bob Marley
As we mark up the track you can't carbon copy
Try to come with that same bull that burnt Gotti
Man, I rarely do hibachi but the style choppy
Plus bars stay polished, they just slide off me
Hit you like the Holy Spirit
Any verse I max, you get the whole experience
My goons real guerilla's, period
Cat got killed by Big George, he was that curious
See how the scene can get real graphic
Anyone got that one friend trying to Snapchat it
That friend that blaze all day and they' an asthmatic
That one friend, can't fight, always acting bananas
Got me sounding like James Brown, don't start static
In control like Marley Marl before them 4-matics
My aura wild, "Golden Child" meets "The Last Dragon"
In UFO's directly over your bandwagons
Rhyme Sammy Davis, tap-dancing on 'em like
( Chorus )
( Verse Two )
News reporters talking new world order
Everybody's two cents, now up to two and a quarter
Despite their living quarters, fight to give to their sons and daughters
Those that can afford it, still behind on their mortgage
So many people three paychecks from being homeless
Why we celebrate, then try to relive those moments
What your future holds, no one can claim to know it
Your favorite reality TV show don't promote it
Or any project from Lee Daniels, Perry, or Oprah
You know the dollars generated off of Black culture
Every star out here, wannabe supernovas
Grumpy trolls under the bridge, meet Ayatollah
Disperse soldiers, like Kris chant, "The Bridge Is Over"
Then it's back to the lair after killing you culprits
Coming down off a high, I wasn't even focused
The fate of the world, cape and cowl on my shoulders
Giving tracks fatalities, war and casualties
Really just a formality
My instincts invade every section of your fallacies
Trigger your mortality, then it's back to reality
Back to skills that yield the kids to yell ya majesty
Alex Haley, navy blazer, displaying tragedy
Casually exit the scene, chiefin' some Mexican green
Draw up the play, then we X out your team
( Chorus )
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5. |
Escape 2 Amsterdam
05:38
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( Intro )
So now I'm up in the airport trying to hop the plane
Gettin' stopped by security teams
Escape to Amsterdam, they stoppin' my mission, slow up
I guess I'll have to start from the beginning, hold up
( Verse One )
Up in parts near Western, lived an O-G, his name Kevin
We used to flip tools, a few Smith and Wesson's
Knew him through some mutual dudes since 9-11
Like a big brother, taught me how to shop for fine leather
And I used to shoot him lessons, he blew notes like Tevin
Used to pull up in a tinted out black Mark-VII
Would rock a couple jewels, but was grown man with it
Wore labels I couldn't pronounce, pinky rings fitted
His baby-mom's, this bad chick, lived out in Venice
Used to model, now she trying to break in the music business
When it came down to trees, he knew just where to get it
Cats with two acres of it, now that's some spinach
Rock different cars, would ask, how you cop that whip
He say son, you know we crime, we don't pay for shit
The other night, slip me the plan while we was passing the fifth
Said he gotta heist this month, going down on the tenth
Is you down with it, say man, you know I'm Don
I back robberies, don't have to smack clowns for their bricks
Now you asking throw the uniform on and go in
Like MJ at forty-ish, on some Washington Wizard shit
Man you know how it is, got the wife and the kid
My little man in high school, can't be fuckin' with bids
(Alright, Alright)
Hit me with logistics in the morning, say ten
Damn, just when I was out, shit they pull me back in
( Break )
( Verse Two )
At his house, 9:50, what you're now hearing is all history
Mansion, Lamborghini, the Bentley
Three SUV's, generator supply the energy
Bank account silly, the fruits of a crime industry
Enter through the pool, hallway right through the pantry
Walk through the kitchen, everything is like classy
Escorted by the maid, she usually off on Saturday
Right up to my man, meeting room with a balcony
He cussing on his cell, with one finger up, wait
Talking in Russian, every so often, got a set them straight
Taking shorts in our business, see it's not a debate
And those caught scheming, their bodies found floating in lakes
So he hangs up, and we begin to conversate
Said he got a inside man at the federal bank
Like that Spike Lee joint with Denzel, rockin' the mustache
From back in the days, to big for his face
So what you need from me, kid you know how we do
You can run the crew, I break more bread with you
Just keep it 'tween us, them other fools out the loop
Everybody got a alias, yours Mr. Blue
Them other four dudes, they're cool, they know the rules
It's a five man job, everybody needs a tool
Do it straight, we'll split enough cake to vacate on the moon
Had plans of getting out I thought, this can be the move
( Break )
( Verse Three )
We at a federal reserve, say word, what you thought
This was that Bonnie and Clyde shit, that ride or die shit
(Nah)
We on that Deniro and Tom Sizemore shit
So much heat, we on a clock from the door bitch
Cats suited up like "Reservoir Dogs", I'm whispering
Turn off the cell, draw no attention at all
When I drop the signal, smash the guard, like
When I'm droppin' this single next year, put it on blast from the start
(Go in...)
The kid smack him, licked a shot, the crowd panicking
Like the "Star Wars" movie, the villain back again
One guard got gully, pressed the alarm
Reached for his holster, hit my man in his dressed Sean John
I splat his brain right on top of his shoulders, hope he talked to
Jehovah, looking like some Play-Doh when it's over
We hit the door fast, no time for shoot out war
But we'll retaliate, that's what these semi-auto's is for
Everybody jettin', me and Mr. Pink, tryin' to catch a ride with this freak
She all frantic, pull a baby nine from under the seat
Caught him right in his cheek, I ain't pause
Put two in her face before she could blink
Then I grabbed my man, all bloody, trying to stop the leak
Tussled to get him in the backseat, this dude's heavy
He's mumbling, just drop me off at Saint Mary
Then he went stiff, and passed, I ditched the car and scurried
So now I'm up in the airport, trying to hop the plane
Getting stopped by security teams
Escape to Amsterdam, they stoppin' my mission
Got my picture for the robbery, I'm guessing I'm finished
(Damn)
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6. |
Is This...(Real Life)
04:05
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( Verse One )
Superman flow, Bronzson the hero watch
A fallen angel in the game like "Hancock"
I been through holy wars, gear that cost more than yours
But in the same boat with bills, I gotta tour
Gotta exploit my best lines, place 'em on a score
Keep it one-hundred, but at times you want more
And I can feel that, can't spit the same things twice
I got too much on my brain, and it's just as nice
Write pages after pages, sometimes up out of spite
Make a lime out of a lemon, and I ain't even Sprite
Man, I pull up in a vehicle, I don't do bikes
Lady, I can show you what a real g' like
Step in any studio and watch me tune up mics
More paper keep a player enticed
If I don't write, I type, if I don't type
I'm on Facebook or Skype
Waiting on the cue to go in
(What's the title)
Is this real life
( Chorus )
Is this real life...
Is it real life...
Is this real life...
( Verse Two )
Shining stars for you to see, what you can truly be
Can't let society determine your destiny
It could be you in the Lexus next to me
We give a nod, pull off as the light turn green
No need to tattoo your entire anatomy
I think, what would my grandkids see
If you's a g', real shooters'll just stash your body
I respect dude, but don't wanna look like Rodman
I'm still a bad boy like Diddy, Will, and Martin
Against my team, I pity your whole department
Kill designer styles that make your fitted garments
Look like you copped them out of flea markets
Get respect like Gotti, that makes me a target
But I'm more like Gandhi, thro' all of my heart in
Up in an office plottin' on how I can profit off my next project
Money spread out on the carpet
(Is this real life)
( Chorus )
( Verse Three )
My eyes focused on the marks of the beast, and I mark my bills
I always find the Devil in the details, then I choke him out
Some may quote about, how I used to smoke it out
In silk shirts on patio's at my open house
Fly women in a see-through blouse
Was gettin' likes on our pic's 'fore Facebook was out
Track our spending 'til the books ran out
Then we spent enough paper off the books, IRS got stressed out
Kept it low-key like Clark Kent, could pull an S' out
Pocket change at no less than a thou', look more than decent
All seasons, go to spots, get VIP treatment
Break you off a piece, please no reaching
This go out to folks who love to shoot dice, get right
Under Friday night lights, don't give a fuck, rock diamonds that's tight
My vision clear, got a mil' in my sights, I take aim
Wipe the remains, love to hear my seed saying
(Is this real life)
( Chorus )
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( Verse )
Tina said it best, what love gotta do wit' it, huh
Relationship was just sex, should not have trusted her
I hustled four blunt dimes when it was all unheard of
Fake friends in my circle I should of kept as customers
All I ever did was try to build with brothers
The plan to birth a new nation, seen it like Nat Turner
Before Tariq Nasheed release them "Hidden Colors"
Was saying this is America like I'm Donald Glover
Hard times being Black, encounter disservice
It's undeserving, no matter which way you cats reword it
Furthermore, I refer to your slurs, they seemed assertive
Invoking genocide, task forces, and masked murder
Ask another how I see it, just a common norm'
From old timers to Black kids up in college dorms
Absorb flavors, my nature naughty wit' Tommy boy
If I look out for you, don't play me like the Commodores
(Yeah)
Back wit' that business, movin' product state to state
You can have it when I'm finished
Still spittin' marvel bars, exactly how you remembered
Your attempts to thro' shade through statements, highly offensive
Bouncing off me, rubberband man, Pan-African, Mr. Lyrical
Wizard, fans scan from Pandora to Sirius
It's situations like this, I might take a bit serious
Sit back to brand something, the numbers what got me into it
How I spent cream, on some "Brewster's Million"
"Despicable Me", neighborhood villain, sick wit' minions
Mxyzptlk, missiles sent to all my nemesis's premises
Wit' a written message 'tached to the front reading remember us
Goons pullin' canons off racks, our hits are accurate
Smack you silly, you wake up really delirious
It's on now, Bronz-style, met a few who admired now
Let 'em peep the manuscript, got it back, pages torn out
(What the fuck)
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( Verse One )
( Bronzson )
Like alleged sex, you never penetrated, fuck what ya rep' sayin'
Rebellious, slash villain, Anakin, Darth Vader
Lay low solo then appear like "The Force Awakens"
Try to make off with the ring like LeBron's Lakers
This that conscious effort, try to get you crabs to wake up
That Spike Lee wit' a pen, sittin' on forty acres
Ya graze at it, rhymes panoramically too dynamic
Paint it graphic as Francis, blackness cover the canvas
( Plagueon )
Unearth the surface of purpose, the grand Oz beyond the curtains
Determinin' what’s working, I’m not burdened by the vermin
I’m virtually birthing a perfect record, wrecking the circuit
Plagueon services oversee the emerald eyes of serpents
Lurking dark in the deep end of celestial pools
Third iris from the RA, a set a blaze a mannequin’s moves
Add too the jewels spoken, If you still don’t feel you awoken
I’ll use anatomy tools, you fools get spread wide open
( Bronzson )
Rorschach of the "Watchmen", I circle fo' answers
Think I won't in a stop, pop 'nd lock you for ransom
This the anthem, my main source was breakin' atoms
Flip channels, seen Adam West as Batman playin' piano
Spittin' diesel, Schwarzenegger mixed wit' Lou Fer-ragg-no
That R.I.P. militia-grade ammo', thrash ya Lambo'
Second it takes is nano, my jacket play it camo'
From all angles, attack ya building, Genseric the Vandal
No tricks, how we keep it lit like a Yankee candle
That currency glow like that gamma touched by Dr. Banner
Out of stocks, squeezin' profits like its Tropicana
Cigars, cabanas, flicks Godfather, Tony Montana
Ask Kiana, legendary like Aristotle
Since when the closest name to Kane lived out in Sleepy Hollow
Fast-forward, historic, buildin' lands of tomorrow
Sick wit' it, no prescription mentioned on a pill bottle
( Break )
( Verse Two )
( Plagueon )
Full throttle I steer the convo' in directions, past a mano en mano
Logging hours of plotting, combination points and markings
Carvings like hieroglyphics, driven by older spirits
Frigid war lyrics, reflecting my distant mirror image, come 'nd get it
Thats a understatement, rake the mental landscape and
Mow it over, soldier from the holster, I’m a sizzle bacon
Scramble eggs and buckle legs, break fast on knuckle heads
Break bread with my brethren, even if I’m eatin lead
Red dead redemption, laughin if my name is mentioned
In the wrong light, the darkest night, you’ll get a clear depiction
Of my infantry who play the battle ground like a symphony
Amongst the stars is infamy, we lock and load artillery
( Bronzson )
I hang-glide off of beats like extreme athletes
Aged playas poppin' bull like Jason Caffey
Combo forwards, war stories, up 'n' downs wit' ya team
We're all lords on the floor, tryin' to catch us a ring
Today's players high off pills, alcohol, and caffeine
Dumbin' down a skill, since Biz, average doesn't compete
We like heavyweights, Tyson, Jack Johnson, Ali
Mental train from ghettos to villas, decked out 'n Belize
( Plagueon )
No reputation too cop please, I’ll cock these hammers
Crimson tide you roll pride, watch me pop these bama’s
Dirt naps you talk trap, never been inside the slammer
Bad manners’ll get you a pine box and pajamas
Man of my word, and action like my life is a verb
Curve your enthusiasm herb, I’ll have you bitin' the curb, lessons
Are well known investments if there’s somethin' you learned
My investment is worth my effort, if there’s something I earn
( Break )
( Verse Three )
( Bronzson )
Meditate, debate, relate, then I circumvent
Everything after that is all circumstance
That Voltron, mega-ton bomb, cloaked 'n' dagg'ed
Fly as doves, lookin' Prince in a purple Jag'
Pennin' this life sentence, another convicted man
Playin' that green mile, didn't mean to murk ya fans
Escaped plans, new land, double-up, Duran-Duran
Program blammed, dead it, on lock since the Tascam
Now we jus' enhance, anything
In the rabbit tunnel and its trickling, led me to a pinky ring
Respect on my name like Birdman
I ain't got to say another word, you jus' stretch out on the curb and
It's another one like Khalid, all secured at the palace
We rally crowds 'nd rarely get sat down like O'Malley
Codename Ronin, Black Bart, darts through opponents
Food for thought, we scramble brains like eggs up in Shoney's
( Plagueon )
Straight up beefaroni, aye Tony, leave the gun take the cannoli
I don’t look for trouble, I can do that shit by my lonely
Lone Ranger, the boomerang, effect and cause of the danger
Major air that ass out like human trafficking containers
Ace in the hole, chasing a goal, and my approach is stunning
Proof is through the roof like what a Russian moonshiner’s running
Sum of the equation, invadin', with sound that’s so abrasive
I’ve been sunnin' camps since Jason was waitin' on summer vacation
My calculations and calibrations, that Galileo observations
For recreation, seek revenge on complacent
Drag faces across the pavement, bone shattering, earthquakin'
By the time you figure it out, you’ll know you made a mistake man
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9. |
Luv
04:14
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( Chorus )
I knew a lady by the name of (Luv)
Princess to a prince, gave her diamonds and pearls
Sparkle like Meghan Markle, on top of the world
Love the way I emcee, any dress, she thorough
( repeat 1x )
( Verse One )
I met her on a double date
Wasn't even on lover's chase
Twenty minutes, and I wasn't even at the place
Like bell-bottoms, fashionably late
Walked in, detached my coat like a cape
Business elsewhere, plottin' a Houdini escape
That's when my dude like this Luv, I'm like cool
Body bangin', left leg had a tattoo
But I had shit to do
Wasn't so distracted, would of been into you
Stank attitude, ain't mean to come off rude
Second date, I ain't show, you were not in the mood
Made my dude ride you through the hood like Cube, fumin'
Eyes like Taraji P., or so I assume
Laughed it off later, now I'm straight up digging on you
Went through meet the parents, after introduced to her crew
(C'mon)
( Chorus )
( Verse Two )
Killer like Sharon Stone
Really can't box her like Larry Holmes
Turn a fella tenor from a baritone
Head shaved, dyed blonde, look like Amber Rose
Such a lady wit' the nails and the painted toes
Keepin' players on the fence when the gate is closed
Her milkshake bring out boys like Kelis
5'3, one-thirty, skinny waist, dime piece
Chaka Khan, little sweet thing, mommy still a beast
Savvy in the kitchen, hit me wit' the Southern egg quiche
Trust God, not a thot, but shorty a freak
In a rented B-M', finger-fucked her from the driver seat
Dated five good weeks, then decided to breeze
She had to move to N-Y, sick nana in Queens
We embraced at RDU like a Bogart scene
Man, I couldn't take my hands off her acid-faded jeans
( Chorus )
( Break )
( Verse Three )
Essential, soul child, Streisand, yentile
Never stop communicatin', we became pen pals
Convo' never watered down, linked up when in town
Plan a escapade, play a room for eleven hours
Love, power, respect, so endowed, showered her wit'
Gucci, jewels, flowers, fine shit, Bonnie, Clyde, we 'bout it
Visits up North, middle finger up at Trump Towers
Put me on to real five percenters and that good sour
Good times, flyin' home, back in Charlotte in an hour
Lay over, then it's back to Pitt County, home of
Howard Bronzson, Pablo, fish and collards combo'
That soul cooking, good lookin' ma like Esther Rolle
Dynamite explode, ya know, yo', what can I say
Like Uncle L', I need a girl from around my way
Type of lady 'bout her business, but like stayin' up late
Meditate, relive stress in silhouette negligees
( Chorus )
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10. |
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( Verse )
( Gil Scott-Heron )
A junkie walking through the twilight
I'm on my way home
I left three days ago
But no one seems to know I'm gone
Home is where the hatred is
Home is filled with pain, and it
Might not be such a bad idea if I never
Never went home again
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11. |
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Peace to Big L', my Den of Thieves homies like Jamele
Rasberry, son, remember your style very well
Old Man, Juke Luv, back to Scobby, Burrell
Slop Rob, Big Rob, the brothers, Fruit and Fred
Can't leave out Khalif, Tremaine, Maxwell, and Isaiah
Dee out in Germany, see you once I conquer Brazil
Fee-Doub', Pat, Frank and Ron, Ken, Kitika
My people's up in G-town, what's good wit' ya
It's your boy Howie, kill all them rumors you heard
Still pitch a flow, strike you out in the third
Wordplay more than simple verbs, thro' a
Mean metaphorical curve, crowd response, like some baby birds
Drop a worm on 'em, wardrobe still Wally's, leather preferred
Correct your science like a chemistry nerd
Got thots who run plots on herbs, they wear tank tops
Loyal runners, no frontin', they make their bank drops
Cops feelin' me like Denzel in "Safe House"
Using Wikipedia, it helps to figure my slang out, anyway
Back on my business, designing 'nd rhymin' exquisite
Them Bally's cut from a lizard
A diamond in the ruff, grew to an iced out blizzard
Was cataclysmic, ran wit' gold bricks, copped from the wizard
My wiz is seeing my metaphysics, my pen catchin' blisters
Yeah, my writing exciting, been nice since tongue-kissing
( Chorus )
( Verse Two )
Used to joke 'nd slapbox wit' Derwin Cox, popular spots
Mini-park, and the block, Charles and Ren used to rock
Them hi-top fades, amazed
When they danced, how they blew up the spot
Parties became my classroom
I would study the art, DJ in my off days
Brainstormin' in purple rain wit' Prince playin'
My first time rhymin', ain't know what I was sayin'
An out of body experience, enormous, me and Bruce Banner
Swap stories, people in awe, we was just transformin'
Illustrated, rock well like my first name was Norman, could be
The best 'round your way, still ain't have nothing for me
Run laps around you half-ass Rappers until ya bore me
By then it's fifty to your ten, just keep the other forty
Absorbin' lyrical portions of my flow, just record me
Been a killer for decades, on a low like Jason Voorhees
The album ain't got enough cuts, I make more bleed 'nd
Still honin' my skills in every off-season
( Chorus )
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12. |
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( Verse One )
( Bronzson )
Through the lights, cameras and action, glamour, glitters, 'nd gold
The rubberband stack of dollars, not easy to fold
At a level where the Devil do compete for your soul
Same rope they hang you with, you try to use to reach for ya goal
I suppose a side of you always wanted to blow
Adored the lime-lights, sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll
Watch us get the crowd lit, walk away, explode
Design a line finer than Vera Wang or Kenneth Cole
Land of Oz, you attracted to them yellow brick roads
Bit the apple along wit' Eve, couldn't tell a bitch no
I ain't tryin' to knock ya hustle, you just learnin' the rope
Like the dealer who used to be the addict, snortin' the dope
To jump start, take more than jus' a couple of jolts, I know
Some Rappers who keep written bars inside of their coat
For these critics, wit' their opinions on jus' who is the GOAT
Results a shock you three thousand volts, short circuits 'nd
Transformers, then get the crowd swarmin', the numbers enormous
We spit on 'em, they bring a towel and sing our chorus
Fanglorious, do it big, still notorious
Dead the track, said the coroner
(It's just our)
( Chorus )
Star quality, God-body inside of me
My philosophy written with no apology
Under the impression, you was tryin' to follow me
Was it a social thing, or star quality
( repeat 1x )
( Verse Two )
( Ern-Money )
Let's be specific, that little clout is not that terrific, horrific
How these clowns forgot that I'm gifted, uplifted
Move 'em out your life, things shifted, prolific
Conjurin' up these words from the mystic
Not simplistic, don't be sore, you need Blistex
Lip-stick on my collar from your girl, call her biscuit
Tisket, tasket, put all your eggs in one basket
Times are drastic, see right through 'em like plastic
Saran Wrap, it's crap, can I get a hand clap
Oh snap, the Cak' is where him and his man's at
Can't stand that, want my credit be ya ransack
Stand back, we roll out and we jam pack
No jaw-jack, y'all can't call jack'
Y'all just fall back, and let 'em just fall flat
What should we call it, let 'em tell it, we're prehistoric
Same old chorus, but the skills are catharsis
That raw shit, comin' straight out the faucet
Like Flint, Michigan, don't think they listenin'
Keep pissin' in the wind, my friend, get off that Lean
This is the team, Bronzson and Money, know what I mean
It's star quality
( Break )
( Chorus )
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13. |
Salud
03:37
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( Verse One )
Bronzson in the building, I'm jus' tryin' to see a million
Worldwide, radio to television
Peace to my fam', whole fifty-fourth division
Any cat I ever chilled, sparked a splift with
Our path meets again, its all love 'til you'll switch it
I ain't the type to sell out, or act different
I'm more like the preacher, Sunday morning with his scripture
Hope these words lift up another nigga
Let a kid read my bio, start illustratin' pictures
On how to get out his 'hood, but may I mention
His pen better craft graphics like Stan Lee's "Avengers"
Fuck them naysayers, they got no vision
I stay true to my art, Andy Warhol living, could see a scene
Go home, pull out the pen and relive it
Lines flip off the paper like some Japanese ninjas
If situation serious, could leave you dismembered
(C'mon)
( Break )
( Second Verse )
We from them parts, where slave mentality still hawks
Catch a deer in ya headlights, back roads, when it's dark
Same place MJ jumped off wit' just one shot
Off the same ground you figured Kunta Kinte walked
Dudes hustle, by '94, they brought the narcs
Yeah, you heard it all before, it's that same 'hood talk
Every ghetto got 'em, for every good there's a problem
My career, stay attackin' more boards than Dennis Rodman
Seen good paper long before they hung Saddam 'nd
Ran wit' Muslims that practiced Ramadan and
Plant seeds in my lines, I'm an avid farmer
Head stay above water since I mastered karma
Connect wit' more followers, as record labels
Try to corrupt more artists, but they can't get all of us
I rocked in other area codes, and it was marvelous
Cats feelin' it, face expressions were obvious
Ain't worry 'bout a dollar bill, can get 'em, got a lot of skill
Ya might not think like me, cut from the same cloth, same build
Two slugs, one kill, how I made your brain spill
And can do it high off gas, Crack, and pain pills
Throw you in the same drill, 'til it all gets redundant
See every lesson dealt, you ain't learn from it
Most these cats in Rap need to start from scratch
And those claimin' Hip-hop, needs to give that back
(C'mon)
( Break )
(Outro)
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14. |
Black Market feat. THIRD
04:19
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( Intro )
( Bronzson )
Sign of the times...
From Bill Cosby to Bill Gates
Let's get cake....
( Verse One )
( Bronzson )
Results that provoke, insult ya grandma
Tell her, pardon my manners
The way I molest it
Never seen on any camera
Lifestyle of the bastard, blast graphic, Hugh Hefner
Surrounded by the type of women who jus' blow ya rep' up
Pull ya dress, or ya skirt upper, the proverbial
Rap inserter, Nat Turner, the net worker
The ship's colonel, top earner, wit' two journals
Stories "Devil's Advocate" and "Dante's Inferno"
The imperial, nothin' general, algorithm metaphysical
Deal it digital, it's pivotal to bomb shit, ya best work
Put away, it's nonsense, I know
You was only tryin' to show confidence
Now back to the drawing board, but you feelin' sort of raw
Next time sport, bring an Uzi and a sharper sword
We don't suit up for awards, we're prepared for war
Your shooters run for shelter, cover up like Ollie North
( Chorus )
( Verse Two )
( Bronzson )
Coming through your speaker slowly homie, only real g's know me
The plan of attack, 'tween me and my target, you 'n the middle of it
Like Monie, trapped in a web with Ayatolley, no time
To try to kill the vibe with ya sob story, we all got one
And yeah, we all about that money
I'm from the same place where ain't a damn thing funny
I'm aiming out the barrel, but the crabs they love me
They see up at the top and rush to put one's above me
My team be like, Bronzson stop actin' paranoid
You know you birth a verse without the umbilical cord
You probably had player potential since you were four
Might can compare you to, but really, never seen it before
Catalogue without the condom on, give it to you raw, pause
Bear witness, the foundation like the Taj Mahal
Monarch kings at a high level like LeBron
That Ramadan, saw how to brand putting Nike's on
( Break )
( Chorus )
( Verse Three )
( THIRD )
(Yo)
You catch me on the grind, then it's money for my time, a
You won't go to jail, you got the money for the fine
Put some money on the line, and watch the real come out
Niggas dying everyday to pay the bills in their house
I spit the truth like 'Tre, in the booth though, I slay like Kay
Kid I don't play, I'm 'bout the green like day, a basket case
For the paper, when I come around, I address the haters
Blow off steam 'nd watch 'em catch the vapors
I'm still dummin' wit' my bro's, cummin' in these hoes
Dumpin' on my foes, 'til I see their casket close
Be a wanted man for a hundred grand
I be eatin' on the run before I take the stand
I enterprise and capitalize wit' guys that live it
A lot of niggas just spit it, but for real, I did it
I go from a section of freaks, to executive suites
Collectin' checks by the week, this is sex on a beach
(Bitch)
( Chorus )
( Outro )
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Howard Bronzson North Carolina
Birth Name: Howard E. Pritchard Jr.
Born: February 5th
Origins: Pitt County, North Carolina
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