1. |
ILLZ N AILZ
01:53
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[Intro]
audio clip- You are now listening to R2WICE\
(Uhh Yeah)
[Verse]
Dust ‘em like a skin cell
Some say they be married to the game but they be infidel
Choking on the wedding bell
This will tell who gettin love and get the L
Omnipresent I was on the hill and I was in the Hill
Even from a noticeable distance
still I lectured well
A case of Ace a sip of zinfandel You don’t tip a scale
Holes in they bucket chose wisely when you pick Ya pail
de-lies-a nigga tell thuggish ruggish til you hit the frail bone
Then they sending subs in the mail
Whoa nelly
These brush strokes’ll make you critics kneel
You just tyna paint ya nails
trippin in your favorite heels
What you masking is your self
Thinking what u make is real
Compared to what tho ?
Ima get Roberta flack for saying what a nigga feel
But all you blurt is filler fella u don’t never play the field
Not competing against me seems like a way to win
but never competing at all is a real way to fail
No return in lip services pound of flesh Pay ya bill
Convert the murders into currency I done made a trill
Brother play it chill take a pill seek safer trails
Are u here test the waters? or you here yo bait the whale
Thought he was a waiter still
Just another plated meal
Fast food No nutrition but I ate it still
[Sample hook[
Oh yes ya did
The day you die
The day you die
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2. |
DESTINY
03:00
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[Intro]
Wake wake...
Mourning people and I do mean mourning people
You are listening to WAID New York
where art imitates death
Comin in at #2 on our morning bucket list
is Destiny by R2WICE
[Verse]
I tell a brother to get correct
That just further made us dissconnect
They wanna wow you with who they wit
That just more parties to cut a check
3rd parties fuck up the whole party
Fuck yo lounge boy I don’t party
He the man at events he pretend he plans
Outside the spot he a nobody
Still telling new niggas old stories
Cant get past the past So dormant
Spending more money on weed n drink
But got the nerve to be lowballing
If you dare come with a half a payment
I'ma let him record half a take then
Get on some petty shit for the paper
Specially when they rhyme about how they make it
Don’t go insult my intelligence
Fuck who you doing a record with
Don’t care if its Jay-z Nigga fuck you pay me
He get the reference
Pain in the ass with no assets
Leaving me needing an aspirin
Dreaming of billionaires brackets
still doin welfare wack shit
They don’t like how I talk
No auto tunes and no edits
I don’t filter no message
You gon hear how bro said it
You and I know what’s goin on
but them people you tell hear different
You gotta save face for home-base
To continue all that square business
That Teena Marie act your can keep at
But do from a clear distance
All that hoe shit Need a reality show check
Housewives With Beards edition
Im on yo brakes till its rear collision
You ain’t driven with impaired vision
Now Ima keep paining up on this pain
And you keep doing all that mere scribbling
New day that price old now
Another brand new being slow down
Maxwell like Puba Grand Groove
See the threshold move i aint thru
My accessibility is taboo
i am the level u cant do
Back with a back full of stab-wounds
and a satchel full of damn you
From the new group to the grassroots
yall the same sandwich Bambu
And im strapped for time its past two
truth'll give em life or you can pass too
Annual subscription past due You cancelled
Todays paper full of bad news
The avenues full of candles
Read about it...
[Hook] x2
DESTINY
Listen Im doing more than just spittin
I just reading what was written in your...
DESTINY
I just state my position
No judgement or wild prediction
This is written in your....
DESTINY
[Outro]
(Yo)
We all heard that shit before right ? (YEAH)
It is written...
They say destiny is the phrase
of the weak human heart
That the strong and virtuous admit no destiny
It's just a dark apology for
every error in people's lives
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3. |
LIFE'S CURE
02:56
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[Intro]
Say goodbye all
My god
We are gathered here today...
Praise! uhh
[Verse][
My God! My God…
Hip hop heads click my songs and visit Zion
I Write on the wall with a wide tip Krylon
Born to a burned throne Im down by law
Fuck you write for? Hiding truth behind sidebar
Them lines off Outta pocket like the white ball
Your tribe soft You went viral but your vibes off
These mind wars you got N-95’s and lysol
My God…This underground for the high floors
My songs is moonshine for you White Claws
My fault My writing arm I sawed right off
Then freestyle all of my bars Til the price soar
Sky-high Fly where the sun reside talk
You just gotta get that fear of heights gone
Bygons an ICU full of icons
With mic-chords in they eyeballs What an eye sore
Read more, write more Before you align yourselves
Along the likes of rhyme gods and cyborgs
You mixed up A day walk to a night crawl
Test the waters and die from splinters on the dive-board
My God! My God… Im God
Y’all walk cause I crawled, saw cause I thought
Left palm never tell right palm
You might like arms for what might form into a life lost
When I put in work I don’t need to hear Nice Job
Im still doin homework on my nights off
Even though I’m my boss
If I'm not behind the boards its quite odd
I mix down another track By dawn wrote 5 more
So live more so this to die for
Slow death Each day we all die more
The spell that you under's only life long
Im handing out blunts full of life’s cure
[Hook] x3
MY GOD MY GOD
YOU THINK YOU LIVE DOG THIS LIFE'S CURE
YOU WONT SURVIVE LONG THIS IS LIFE'S CURE
SAY GOODBYE ALL THIS IS LIFE'S CURE
[Outro]
Audio clip- "So you have rise up above life
Because you can walk down the street
and look at the products of life
When you walk down skid row you see the fruits of life"
(Life's Cure)
"And you see a person dying you also see the fruits of life
So therefore the history of life is very strange indeed
Because its not really life Its something like a dream
Its something that came to be
Temporarily that should never have been"
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4. |
THE FLYBRARIAN
02:26
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[Intro]
audio clip-
R2WICE
(uhh)
You know my shit is fly (yeah)
You know that shit (c'mon)
Live from some real live areas
Where grown men cries are criteria
Visualize what real Blind fury is
Really 2 Witty Inner City Experience
Yours vicarious Simulated dreamland
I more mean man nightmarish shit
Nothin less than a throne as my chair to sit
Who’s the fairest one of em all? He tried to Siri it
(Siri)
Son’n y’all I'm strict with my parentin’
Raise my voice to levels that might scare the kids
You know what minus the why and the where it is
This song is just a real divine mirror trick (reflection)
Squint ya eye you could find pyramids
Listen right and Visit time periods (travel)
I Stretch time within rhyme variants
Can't just wing it juggling words with the Flybrarian (no)
Literature you might find very grim
Phrases to the famine, goods from the very rich
Robin with his merry men riding my chariots
Quite mysterious Keep the mind curious
Nowhere but everywhere Here he is There he is
Killed on video Didn’t mind sharing it
Tik tok funeral IG Live bury em (dead 'em)
Grave plots for the ignorance Lie there in bliss
Patients for clinics and morgues, mine's wearing thin
Sky-high narratives I'm the flybrarian (It's me)
I don’t wanna see you birds in my air again
Now wear a grin and bare my arrogance
Seen as nefarious The shape of water is my comparison
Haters u oughta die hearing this (listen)
losing feeling in thy weary limbs (finished)
Under the word spell of the Flybrarian
(Yes indeed!)
[Outro]
audio clip-
"Flybrarian"
(It's over your head)
"Flybrarian Like a ghost from another time"
(That high altitude)
"The narcotics that you call literature
Poetry, essays all kind all of an opiate"
(Rush Rythymz)
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5. |
WARHEADZ
02:52
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[Intro]
audio clip- "You dont got you a lil knowledge
You conscious and here you go dissing some
17, 18, 19, 20 year old thats coming into the game
Most of the time when get to that level you older
So when you get older and you come off like that your
creating a generational gap You the reason
they say fuck you old heads"
[Verse]
Oldhead, young head Beef keep sturrin’
Feeding off each other like greedy vermin
Time keep on slipping PMD E. Sermon
Nephew just want you to peep these verses
Unc just wanna do the Pee Wee Herman
Said he see potential but we need purpose
Street on records in the streets be nervous
Said he had the same guns PD bursting
All that bullshit that your team be blurtin
They keep coming out but Each release be worse
Turn down broken knobs Keep returning
I could hear every MC he learning
You and that producer really need rehearsing
I know the formula for the beats he workin'
Week ass bars but he seem determined
Please re-word it When you Speak breathe courage
Oldhead, young head beef keep sturrin’
Selfish still trying Reach each person
Metal cassette feel need Need rebirthin’
Keep weed burnin' while the CD burnin’
Krush Groove elements beat street burdens
Lee Beat Turbo next feature he workin’
I tap in the past to keep me current
Virtually eat urchin in deep sea current
Shock value far from DC current
They lack power this is energy re-surgin’
I drink goat milk and eat these serpents
Gassed up opposition keep me burpin’
Oldhead Young Head Beef keep sturrin’
Scheme seem perfect but a big deterrent
The true heart of the matter Deep beneath the surface
Is all life and death that keep reoccurrin’
Oldhead, young head beef keep sturrin’
Til a warhead get us all We deserve it
The death of a nation Historys version
It’ll be cringe worthy when you research it
audio clip-
"but still just the attitude"
(It’ll be cringe worthy when you research it)
"That you look so down on your own little young brother You know"
(Oldhead, young head beef keep sturrin’)
'I have dudes all the time They like conscious rap right"
(Old Head Young Head beef keep sturrin’)
"They alway trash what they call mumble rap"
(Old Head Young Head beef keep sturrin’)
"So I be thinking to myself Ok you say you listen to conscious rap?
That mean you should be conscious
Answer me something Would you or would you not have a complete over-standing
On why your young brothers is like that?"
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6. |
ELEGY II
04:08
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[Intro]
Death to the wack emcees
Death to the wack emcees
ohhh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
ohhh yeah.yeah Yeah yeah
(Rush Rythymz)
ohhh yeah. yeah Yeah. yeah
(Which hand you write with nigga? Put it on the table)
ohhh yeah. yeah..
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
(uhh)
[Verse]
This your intermission if your into listening
I'm with all the shit that all the hits are missing
This is more than flows, bars or who goes hard
Approach the new era with the same old flaws (nah)
Have not theories, keep it dirty Big jeans and jerseys
Mesk-tabs and 40s Same difference lean and perkies
Whose era better that's a stance of no importance
We all byproducts of those before us
Those woes and worries are old and sorry
but them woes and worries are on my road to glory
Life without hardships a children's story
One the children in my 20 story won't read
The children in my 20 story building smoke weed
Become the man of the house that the family don't need
Alot of wasted talent and broken dreams
I got a lot more to talk about don't leave
When was the last time you spoke to me openly
Minus ur search for dopamine you gross from me
Some keep close to me hoping to see my dopeness leave
That hate aroma mean causing my nose to bleed
Some shit don't change just spray the whole Fabreeze
Roll some tree and smoke and forget how it’s supposed to be
I uphold the deed to show and lead by example
Y’all stay pointing fingers while I leave with a handful
Leave me a sample I’m ample to pen chants
That push out more power than your amp pull
Bitch you landfill Watch a anvil crush a thumbnail
These are transcripts and soundtracks to your snuff film
Another kill I should invest in burial ground
We on the third installment boy this is serial now
Who wanna count the bodies boy Its a scary amount
I air em out I kill a empire off no Terrance Howard
No happy chants n hooks Aint much to cheer about
Old songs croon for soon These tunes declare a now
Hear a sound It's a fair share of wow
Get your whereabouts Pluck ya feathers and wear ya down Bow!
Coat of arms no Kid Super for this shooter
aint no way lil Webster gon’ hang with mister Cooper
Let this missile introduce us Spin u like pit maneuver
Ya comeback kid stories big hit with the losers
Haleluya I'll rebuke whoever distribute ya
No crucifix but this a tool to fix ya crew up
The score to the Madness of the planet that consume us
The students and the felons riding on the same school bus
The junior drug users who fucked cougars done grew up
Sleep on truth, fueled off rumors and costume love
There’s wars goin on outside Stay home or suit up
The enemy surrounded by more arms then a group hug
(oh yeah. yeah)
Fuck you gonna do huh?
Burried in a pile of excuses they found a new one
Mic checka It’s all EFX They not the true ones
They bum stiggidy bums straight out the sewer
Them Biffs went Back to the future for manure
And still found all of my moves were connoisseur
My pitch dont relate to you consumers
This more resonates with rulers and rare jewelers
6 handshakes from Mansa Musa
This ol’ fashioned new stuff I've mastered since Calvin Cooler
Your favorite writers Idols mentors tudor
The mad recluse one His own track producer
New York talkI I don't do the Chattanooga
The gossip shit cool until they ratta-tat the room up
The game in need of AID Tell ‘em that mi soon come
ART IMITATES DEATH I'm painting with a new brush
(Let's go)
[End bridge]
oh yeah yeah Yeah yeah
oh yeah. yeah Yeah yeah
Audio clip -"I should've known he was as good as dead when we wheeled him in"
oh yeah yeah Yeah yeah
oh yeah yeah Yeah yeah
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7. |
LUDE ACT
01:18
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8. |
VIOLINS
04:12
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[Intro]
ART WIMITATES DEATH
Arrangements must be made you know?
Funerals (Yo) are for the living.
Dont let anybody tell you different
[Verse 1]
They hardest work be sounding like a demo (That shit trash)
Left and right my head goes that’s a Hell N-O
Non stop laughin at your best quotes
No live punchlines just Dead jokes
Im An entity from another realm bro (Out of this world)
Getting ghost head while Im floating on some XO
Balance out the spirits with the chem smoke (Light it up!)
I tic tax toe the retros in the best row
Before the next L rolled let it go (X em out)
Leave em stiff on a slab with some pliers in his chest bone
More deathblows til its end zone (finished)
The sideline bench player spectators neck broke
I got they Heart Tempo on techno (look at them niggaz)
Stethoscope sound like a beat by Timbo
Rae and ghost It s so simple its impulse
Close his soul windows by the intro
[Hook]
Tell me what ya see when ya eyes closed
Cant take nothin witcha when ya gotta go
(You gotta go)
A whole crowd around you but you die alone
(You die alone)
Funeral is packed like a live show but you ain’t know
(You aint know?)
Funerals for living folk
(You aint know nigga)
Funerals are for the living folks
(I guess you aint know)
Funerals for living folk
(Yeah)
Funerals are for the living folk oh-oh
(You just learned something today)
Funerals are for the living folk
[Verse 2]
Artists sell they ass like bimbo (hoe niggas)
Blowing on a label exec like piccolo
Bet ya hero signed to a jiggalo (ahh man)
Wrote a song a bout like to hear it? Here it go
They soul got sold for some big doe (get money)
Switch up his image now he fitted in some chick clothes
Hip-Hop morphed into disco (damn shame)
I call it like I see it I refuse to keep my lips closed
The closet of the culture got some big bones (hmm)
Rumor that our forefathers touched up on them kids yo (you heard that)
On the road to get on they forgetful (they try to hide it)
The foundation broken Hear it crashing like a cymbal
How much do it cost to bury info? (You how much)
More than it cost to leave you February wind cold
I covered both tickets in crypto
These encryption flows RIP on your headstone nigga
[Hook]
Tell me what ya see when ya eyes closed
(Eyes closed)
Cant take nothin witcha when ya gotta go
(You gotta go)
A whole crowd around you but you die alone
(You die alone)
Funeral is packed like a live show but you ain’t know
(You aint even know)
Funerals for living folk
(You aint know?)
Funerals are for the living folk
(You aint know nigga)
Funerals for living folk
(I guess you aint know)
Funerals are for the living folk oh-oh
(Yeah)
[Bridge]
Ohh ohh-oh
Ohh ohh-oh
uhh ahh oh-oh Yeah
[Hook]
Tell me what ya see when ya eyes closed
(What you see?)
Nothing you could take when you gotta go
(Nothing)
A whole crowd around you but you die alone
(Damn!)
Funeral is packed like a live show but you ain’t know
(You aint even know)
Funerals for living folks
(You aint even know nigga)
Funerals are for the living folk
(You aint even know!)
Funerals for living folk
(You aint know?)
Funerals for living folk-oh
Funerals for living folk
Funerals are for the living folks
Funerals are for the living folk
Mm’ for the living folk whoa
Whoa
(Some niggas just wanna come and show out)
Ohh ohh-oh
(Others wanna see if the job is done)
Ohh ohh-oh
(Rest are just following suite)
Ahh ah-ah Yeah
(But aint nobody there but the living)
Funerals are for the living folk
Yeah yeah yeah
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9. |
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[Intro]
Uhh..
(2wice! Rush Rythymz A-I-D)
Yeah
(Just that classic overkill shit... Listen)
[Verse]
Keep the Clown vibes from round my vicinity
From certain proximities we might swap energy
I'm never lured a stray by they false identities
Remain on ya game or suffer loss by penalty
Drop the ball catch a court-side injury
The fearful keep running like the Pharcyde Dilla piece
See I was born with unspoken law instilled in me
And school was secondary next to all this history
Lunch box weapons, ninja star collections
I brought souls to show-n-tell Let's start the lectures
You karaoke BIG n Pac impressions
Hear a real awkward difference when you stop the records
That me against the world shit The Bronx invented
Im Tim dog and everyones a Compton resident (Yeah)
Realize u still inside my Barmageddon
starring as a cartoon image Pardon seven
They boxed in Im boxing without a ref it’s not a myth
Without a mitt Impact shatter the hand that block the hit
Keep Being a misfit we find a box to fix
and a plot to fit the box til everyone of them boxes checked
Black boxes left at the crash site
Who bought Kamikaze missiles to the hand fight (who)
Clueless arm spread but they can’t fly
expand wing span and hover over mankind (ha ha)
Land creatures stuck in awe by my velocity
Aristotle studied rhetorics and changed philosophy
This poppy leaf I speak make modern day Donny B’s
Wild shades of heron beige I sprayed on a beat (Dope)
That First coat usually thicker than most
I cover the whole globe within 16 stokes
Pristine flow too rich for these unfortunate times
It's regal Smoother than seagulls gliding across tide (Art!)
Downward throttle, aviator goggles
Self navigation made a way to my goal
Fly No either or No co-pilots in the skies
tryna find a flaw, stowaways tryna board (Nope!)
Need control base guidance for that pilot talk (Airbase)
You aint the wright brothers for flight in launch
My cargo’s be the highest of the finest art (Fly)
Stare into the canvas and you find the lord
Hand carved brushes from the spines of u dinosaurs
Sellin features on the gram like some kinda whores (Hoe-ass)
Rappers on life support but they want fan support
But ain't I tossin out a Tylenol (washed)
The mic is on… u dying with designer on
I burn the house down if I’m denied a door
Right or wrong I dont share quarters with likes of y’all
Behind facades is nothing but vagina walls
It's a different kinda cloth Major thoughts n minor chords
You cease to exist along with my remorse
I could supply a corpse anytime I record (Look)
and tear the fibers off of ya spinal chords
(Yeah) Y’all sound kinda bored and ur timing off (You bored!)
I keep my eye upon the clock like Sidelbaum
and Im informed of all the bullshit you guys is on
(Im listening!) Cloning your favorite sound when u writing yours
I write the songs and provide the score
Gad zukes unite with Kong Too nice to spar
Take ur shot nigga I wish u would
My wood chipper still nice and warm
Diss I respond Quick like McGraw (whoo)
R2WICE capital font Don’t type it wrong (2wice)
This that old classic cypher on the final car
on the iron horse in 1994
And if we aint like ya bars u might get robbed
New nikes and all Tossing you like a ball (ahh)
New York Fahrenheit report like
Micheals Moore’s (NY!)
Pack enough punch for Tysons jaw
N__a this rhymes and grime galore That’s the dialogue
Tell me Who’s hot… when I perform The climate fall (who)
And limb by limb they all crack like China doll
Who ever find a n___a writing arm get a nice reward
Ever seen some bucket crabs think they climbing charts? (Crab n____s)
Until the fryer start cooking body parts
Who misguided y’all? better cry and mourn
When u reunite with your idols give ‘em my regards
Im the next virus launch
Im in talks with Microsoft (uh huh)
Me and bill gates got a nice repore
When it come to rhyming dog I think I was born on Cybertron
You dont want octomus prime involved
I keep a fire bomb inside my palm
Martin vs Tommy Hearns you dont wanna fight no more
Nah son Im a lion heart Why try embark?
79 organs I flew by the mark Miles apart
Out the park They can not retort with a silent thought
Die for sport What you Life like? We could find a cure
[Outro]
(What ya life like? Its Over!
you dont want it!
There's 79 organs in the human body man
I think we took care of everything)
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10. |
MUCK N MIRE III
03:28
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[Intro]
Oh this a horror movie for real
(Uhh)
It’s the third time around
Quite charming
No need for prayer
(Lets go...Check!)
[Verse]
Don’t pray and kneel Chance for my prey is nil
Im just tryna Live another day to kill
Ask the internet am I aging well cause I'm older than Aol
And I still Aim messages at the beta males
Well, moment of silence For the dedicated wordsmith
Who rocked the house, met defeat then Became hermits
I learned thru the virtue of shrewd observation
You lose concentration I gain Smooth operation
So don’t become a point that I un-prove
They won’t move on my grid if I adjust rules
It's all Sun Tsu practice Verbal kung-fu back kicks
Though I run thru madness out of love grew magic
Self certified delivered in perfect time constraints
In each journal lies a blade that'll circumcise the brain
Debo know that y'all be talkin’ garbage in your hide away
Behind his face... when he ride away
but just know that your bike is safe
Crash dummies give Jesus the wheel right away
See we don’t drive the same
Cold day if I engage in any sorts of religious fuckery
I am the God that you look up to see
The universe inverted sittin comfortably
Hovering above and swooping underneath
Summon me I take a form they love to see
Exotic shrubbery, designer dungarees
a pair of rare 23s
Exorcist, suddenly they head'll twist
720 degrees but They thinking I'm possessed
cause everything I spit up is green And Ugly
Don’t believe another MC could punch with me
With that stubby reach on them clubby beats
You Butterbeans couldn’t touch Ali
Come for me I want elites
Thats luxury meat absent the cutlery
Ima eat til my gums are weak
Pickin em out. my fuckin teeth
Washing em' down with bubbly
As soon as I confront the beef
Now we supposed to be brotherly
Fuck it I’m on some gun to cheek Run it G
Kane and I want my double cheese
Pardon the redundancy it’s the movie buff in me
I move like Doughboy in his bloody jeans
While his brother bleeds
You just Tre hitting the air with a 20 pc
I’m from the belly of this rap shit
Let me be sincere u all Buns to me
I know no fuckin Quiana bitch what u mean
I’m a fuckin genius watch this liquid sword cut em deep
Scream sooo! swing thru Sting you like 100 bees
Hunting spree just to be sucker free
Kill time make me feel fine like summer breeze
Confident I trudge through the muck n mire humbly
Had to do a sequel to the sequel Death come in threes
come in threes
(Three)
come in threes
(Three... Lets Go)
[Hook] x 3
Hear the moment laughs become screams (MUCK N MIRE)
The blindfolded fear the unseen (MUCK N MIRE)
The un-thought of now becomes dreams
Dreams become nightmarish things roaming free through the
(MUCK N MIRE)
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11. |
DEAD END TRUTH
03:00
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[Intro]
Learn better
[Hook]
If you knew
All that I knew (one two one two)
If you knew (Listen different)
You’d see the truth
[Verse 1]
Yo Back when u was mommy’s lil prince
I was probably in the trench in the lobby or a bench (2wice)
Mid quantities of different drugs on me with intent
Surrounded by the clowns and all the zombies in the jects
Small talking about who’s probably did a body or a stretch (Damn)
I was Never in the crowd Low key find me on the edge
“Shells lay on the battle ground” -Rakim know the ledge
Ls blazing calm the panic down I was close to death
Or best case lock this savage down like his homies is
Back to back lookin like a trend like we supposed to bid
Hold ya head when he back in town he'll be clothed in red
NY it’s a dark cloud coming overhead
93 more Random cuts then that Dame movie
9 grimy lil niggas who share the same tooley
Was moving like that gang shit wasn’t a thang to me
Fuck that I herbed ya big homie in grade school g
Straight looney Scrupulous
2wice flew over the coo coos nest
And I’ll put any spitter in a suplex (suplex)
They ain’t got the guns for elephant in the room yet
In over they heads they going thru it like crew necks
(They going thru it)
[Hookl]
If you knew
All that I knew
If you knew
You’d see the truth
[Verse 2]
When I Rush in you playin Roulette
Everybody die here (dye hair)
Make red heads outta brunettes
Cant see the blue print they still getting spoon fed
You aint seen hungry wolf holla at the moon yet
Respect vs love you pick (You pick!)
I get 2 picks You get 2 pieced you flinched
When it come to bars I got this Fuck what you get
Its therapeutic and Im the best to ever do it
Never compromising the prudence to move a unit
I turn your unit to room full of paying students
And the amount that they paying stupid Don't get it convoluted
Aint no new shit under the sun This on top of the moon shit
Music induce vibes feeling like a shroom hit
My new shit Psychotropic drug usage (Its a trip)
Your shooter talk common like a loose cig
On a Bronx street where OG’s still 40 ounce brew swig
Truth is to choose ignorance the movement
Ready to die like there’s life after death Thats thinking too BIG
I run up in the spot where u gig have the room rigged
Touch stage ‘round the rogue you gon’ die like Cyrus Can u dig? (Can You Dig)
[Hook]
If you knew
All that I knew
If you knew
You’d see the truth
(You gotta listen different
Learn harder, listen different
This that all-knowing shit)
[Bridge]
They don’t know
NIgga they don’t know
(And it’s so much more to know)
I said they don’t know
I said They don’t know
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R2WICE New York, New York
NYC Artist/Prod/Engineer of A classic breed. These are timeless artful projections of my travels and my truth. Skillful showmanship of the Hip-Hop craft culture street knowledge and self awareness. ENJOY!
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