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Heady heads ain’t ready to be headin up the hill
Sits the dog, cheat code ammo and the flow’s on overkill
Throw veggies in the dezi you already know the deal
Slow your role, slow n steady man the feddies know the drill
Hold the heat, flow from golden teeth, mighty tongue in cheek
Rappers bent the craft backwards as they smelt of bung n meat
The dapper livin lacquer, doggy sniffin in the street
I need beyond organic sonny, a lil smidge of sump’m sheek.
Now I’m listenin to LOX
White pants, no socks.. favorite albums on the yacht
Salmon bagels on the plate with the capers on the top
Scrape it off, lace the smock
Made my sauce with apricots
He got the Mart on lock, he’d let the B1 drop.
Boss offered a kilo low key though know I’m no Nino Blanc
Siftin shit n flippin chickens kid, your harvest gettin chopped
It’s the Capo don dado Chapo Chavez on the block
On dot whole team’s on flip. The whole scheme’s on flop.
Old man Sultan told me the cream don’t stop
And the crops rule everything, but the cream’s on top **
And the cream keeps rising, so thats me on crops
Cheeky buggers creep on come up when they see bones dropped
Sure your time gets liquidated, but the stream don’t stop.
Man keep ya nostrils cleared plus Keep ya mangos stocked.
Sippin mangosteen with Doopy at the mangrove spot.
Savor that limon panko crust on that filet you got.
The heap keep rising Papi sayin the decay won’t stop
So don’t claim no fame, until you claim your spot.
And never simmer no sauce til you’ve cleaned those pots.
Runnin with the pack
Chompin at the heels
Slow it down doggy hardly any traction on ya wheels
Lumped in with the rats
Howlin at the moon
Slow it down doggy hardly any time to tend ya wounds
Off the haunches launched with steel intact
Who’s feeling that?
Sealin meals off from the realest cats
We reeled it back.
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Jah bless the jobless
God bless the godless
Can’t discern where my road begins and the lot ends
Goblins n ghouls on the block like Rodman
When it's off of the noodle, the dog top ramen
On the stream, ol’ duff king salmon
Charlatans shake a stick like a Guatemalan shaman
Chips they all in, balls to the wall then the dog gone kid put his kin in a coffin
Now it’s eye opens
Circling the sky hoping that mine closes
Saw it chokin on bones
Felt my throat itch as I made my way home
Peek through the blinds
Saw an old geezer with a kink in the spine
Reminded me of me
But only through death could I know empathy
Hell’l freeze ‘fore I believe what you rappin B
I’m out here in the Rye where the rest of the catchers be
Red setter to the left me
Type to poke holes to expose where the pressure be
But that’s my culture
Carry on in the street or be the meat for the vultures
Where’s my culture?
Carrion in the street lookin sweet to the vultures
Can I live?
It cawed from the balcony
Falcons scout for me while I’m mastering my alchemy
You can see it’s all real
Wanted something to chew on then I give em raw eel
When you’re brewin it they all wanna laugh at you
Demonstrate the craft then they wanna take a crack at you
Might have to break a back or two
Surely break your own if you tryna keep it factual
Something that I’ll gladly do
Keep the sword sharp eyes keen on the avenue
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In the land of lovers there’s a gap east of Cumberland
Peace to landlubbers, it’s the none other than the son of Sam
Motherfuckers gonna understand I’m a cunning man
Heard you movin birds like Cunningham for a couple grand
Come Easter bet you don’t make a peep
All my buddies rap and they packed in the Jeep
All black and he back in the street
Winter time see the breath, hone my craft with the fleet
Back in autumn homie told me that I owed him
Thought somebody woulda taught him who be sittin on the totem
So I told him, toolies never had to tote em
Cuz I’m rollin with a pack that keep a sack for ya scrotum
Reminisce when I was younger with a hunger
Crush the 40 on a dumpster piss in gutters in the summer
Now I’m a seasoned Veteran
10th grade I was a varsity letterman
Sike but nah for real tho I could ball like a Jefferson
Too small to be a center but was fat enough to set a pick
Wiped ass with the brochure
Pigs midtown like everything’s kosher
Dark clouds loomed over
But never been too shook to look over doomed shoulder
On the corner like a used sofa
With a rat, a couple dogs, and a few cobras.
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Aye Carumba, it’s the unsung son who lack slumber
One on the set man I cut ya like lumber
Bring up old shit so I’m something like a plunger
Comes the dog from up under bringin y’all from asunder
Sumthin tells me brain it’ll be a hot summer
So should I switch lanes in the Range or the Hummer
Paleos tryna take the grains out the wonder
Son perhaps it’s time you went and picked the brains of the hunter
Shorty god diva but I’ve always been a Hershey fan
Peeped her at the Y with some Jersey City burley man
He’s gettin yammed on in my Scalabrini jersey man
Word to fam
Hoopin more than crunchy chicks at Burning Man
But son, shits bout to go down like flush
Not enough room for you to use gas like us
Nor brooms for these witches flyin into the sun
And just copped a new jalop so how can I bus?
Cuz a little bit of weed and some Hennessy
got me ready to set it with kinetic energy
Frivolous endeavors melted with telepathy
Shredder under leather will behead an enemy
Out in Wilmy like the fuck invited Fabio?
Lamp in Hampton in the mansion wit Papio
Now I’m in Panama like where the fuck my wallet go
Broke as fuck out a luck but at least I went to college tho
Talley Ho tho man, he did it like the funky Villain
Only needs a book and a hammock and the dunny chillin
Adapt n switch the style like Shang Tsung
Rappers eaten faster than a bag of rangoons
They liked the way the kid swang thru
Hangloose, second generation suede boots
Stepped in the puddle when he hopped out the gray coupe
Never gave a damn, you could tell by the beige tooth.
At the Goodwill finna fit the man’s dresser
Hand me plates. Nanny state. And you dress like Fran Drescher
They quick to catch the massive man’s fury
They grovel as he gobbled on some massaman curry
But he really eats when he’s on the microphone
Lookin like a pudgy youth demolishing a waffle cone.
Food for thought, fill your plate up
Rappers walkin uptown with the everglade butt
And now they all on the fan boat
Sweet potato gun.. load it up with yammo
The Dog stepped in with more camo than Rambo
Macho Manflow Rando.. Savant
Spittin in the snow, saw the cold flow flourish
Jack frost packed sauce so I’m O so nourished
They rushin phones tryna chokehold Boris
We sittin eyes wide cuz we so slow loris.
Sippin grog with the old boys, mookin
Kids locked on the old block stayed stupid
Livin lovely sits your Duff Levant Cupid
Coolin, took an oath he’d never go putrid.
And now they all on the fan boat
Coydog howlin in the rain with his hands soaked
Generating energy until the damn dam’s broke
Macho Manflow Rando.. Savant.
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Stepped right into form
You could feel the essence
Of the oath that he had sworn
Torn from his eternal presence
Sort to fork up your intestines
Fought to forge his independence
Play the back
Type to sleigh a track with masked and armored henchmen
Got a gold magnum bolt action flow
That’ll soul clap n’ throat gag a whole faction cold
Then he’ll toe tag em
Don’t grab him
Old fashioned cloak wrapped
The phantom of the oaks back
Descending through the smoke on a ghost stallion
Mic that summon Shiva
And his wifey look like Xena
Keep a heater for the reaper bust a funky cold Medina
Motherfuck a feature, he don’t wanna meet em
Chuck the crust n eat em, Pressin him for dough as if he need em
They can suck a penis
Huntin season; demons up in trees and that's the reason he can’t trust em
If they need it uppercut em through the fuckin ceilin
Fuck around
Catch a body
Ask him to dumb it down
Better ask somebody
See him makin rounds through your town like he was a Gotti
And he breakin sounds with the hounds like he something godly
He been known a minute where the real power’s at
Always had a knack to point an index finger where the cowards at
Had to hack, machete action tat
Caption that, back in black
Best believe the casket match
You asked for that
Plaster cast a sucker for runnin his beak
Straight out the jungle with blood on his teeth
And he’s tempted
Never pretended fuck sendin a message
He bussem leave one in the cheek
Fuck with the chief you’ll be slumpin on ice for a week
If you buggin you suckin the deet
Love in the streets
Where none of you fuckers’ll be
Better be runnin from him
Better be runnin from me
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Dogma (Prod. by Lapalux)
04:18
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Blessed and cursed to be grimey
Skyfall lights off dare a slime ball to try me
And the dog got chops for lickin
Coy as he may be he be unleashin on the schisms
God complex chuckin bullshit out the pulpit
Forced, men and women live their lives out in annulment
Call it what you will and have the law enforce it
But I’d bet my bottom quarter that no lord of yours endorsed it
Got these Suits tighter than a corset
Mother frackers get the fire that be drippin from the faucet
Actin like it’s rainin chocolate
But it’s a nilla sky so it’s time that they jumped off it
Here’s the dog slangin guava
Introducing you to a confusin new saga
When dogma bears armadas in an alias for Allah
I’m doin it for humans cuz I do it for my raza
And most won’t even acknowledge
If the mother’s purging poison then we’ll surely be the vomit
Took to selva to seek solace
Now my arms bear peace and I keep the heat polished
Wack novice rappers gonna need to be admonished
Pack onyx, leave their gullets full of black olives
Not a threat, it’s a promise
Catch wreck on the set ya whole sect get demolished
This the start of their ending..
Lay it on the ledger for the fledglings and my bredren
Jack son like reverend
Landscapes on wax.. now he’s on the map so he’s feelin like a legend
Where’s the coyote headed?
Deaded just for roamin
Dreaded with the comb in
The essence of a ronin
Chose to settle in a valley, often gnawing on his foot
Hyenas heckle in the alley, their paws engulfed in soot
Regain composure, no prename disclosure
Just peep game when pea brains get exposed when I approach em
Cobra in the holster while the vultures loomin over
Firey eye’d wirey hide spit slimey like some okra
Their scope is zoned to narrow while I’m carvin up my arrows
Bad to the bone and the gristle and the marrow
Unregistered predators be preyin on the regular
With that racket I just give em love like I was Federer
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