Alowha lyrics - Joey Bada$$
Make Some Noise
And the champion
Reigning that is
From Flatbush, Brooklyn
You are now listening to
Ladies and gentlemans, boys and girls
All to float this poison in this world
Arhg yeah! We back!
Kirk Knight on the beat, Brooklyn
Have a safe summer
Pro Era, we are here
Rest in peace my nigga Steez, this is for you
Summer Knights
My nigga og swink in this bitch
I know what's more still going nigga
Chuck S you know who I am
Bitchies, I see y'all outta here in summer, take times all that shit
Yeah. Back in this muthafucka
Reportin' live from a lyrical high
One time
Yo, with not a damn thing on my mind but this rhyme
And a matter of time to make this whole shit align
Like I planned out, nothing in life gets handout
Just stand out, ever since I hit the pot my vision panned out
Pressure boil 'til I'm fanned out, now we the popular band
So they can't keep their hands off of the man now
Invite 'em in, give 'em that S vitamin, baby Cham style
Got some Trini girl to soak it up, ShamWow!
Damn, child, you're killin 'em
Fillin' 'em, drillin' 'em with serums of pure noradrenaline
High blood feelin' like the thermostat cracked, left mercury spillin'
Your favorite rapper tryna earn stacks from nursery children
True emcees write a verse and rehearse it a million times
Just for the rebirth of a feelin' prime and golden
Shawty ask what I'm holdin', teasin' 'em
Know when the magnum blast eye squeeze magnesium
Used to be mad premature, now I'm mad premium
From lookin' up to niggas, to lookin' up niggas
Meetin' 'em, meetings with 'em
Give 'em a high pitch like curve balls and helium
Young scorcher trying to evolve like Charmeleon
Million, yeah, nigga, we tryna get a million
Got the bomb nigga, Baghdad
I'm blown away from a bad pass
Walk on grass, below skunk, I smell sole funk in the stash
My SB's, antimony I never had
I was more arsenic, vaporize when I got heated
Never jealous, solid as a rock n' roll fo' planes
No propellers, just some Pro fellas, who you know better?
Never lost my groove, I don't know no Stella
It's a cold world without Coachella
A shady bunch, like under Interscope umbrella
But that don't phase me once, people say I'm crazy
But call me young Evel 'cause I crazy stunt
Amaze these punks, drop swank like it's knowledge to ya
Mr. Bada$$ is ya scholar's tutors
Swank the lord and hallelujah
Still praying to the Allahs, gods and Judahs
Balance out my lows on a low high
Niggas ain't know I'm sitting so high
Balance out my lows on the low high
I'm like a low high
Yo, yo, yo, yo hit 'em high, hit 'em low
Yo, yo, yo, yo hit 'em high, hit 'em low
Yo, yo, yo, yo hit 'em high, hit 'em low
Leave 'em with no direction to go
Yo, yo, yo, yo hit 'em high, hit 'em low
Yo, yo, yo, yo hit 'em high, hit 'em low
Yo, yo, yo, yo hit 'em high, hit 'em low
Direct-less indigos
Yeah nigga straight Bagdad From Flatbush...Brooklyn
One time
It's Beastcoast shit
Balance out my lows on a low high
Pro Era
Niggas ain't know I'm sitting so high
Rest low high
Hillary $wank lyrics - Joey Bada$$
We don't say swag no more, we say swank
Yo, yo, hip-hop's a jungle
Uh, lost in his time, I'm just tryna get it like a boss in his prime
These fake niggas sublime, light for fine sights
Wishing we'll fortune but the price ain't quite right
The slice ain't quite ripe
Still pulling strings how I fly but I don't like kites
How they gon' treat Brooklyn's finest not as fine as diamonds?
And fine nice, surrounded by hard flow like Icelands
Now we getting icing, finances nice
And I don't like surprises, I like superb prices rising
It's the least I could do, these verses priceless
Rehearse in private, reverse her eyelid until she curse in silent (insolent)
Got a problem solve it, all my Pros solids
We all gon' dine and until then we mobbing
So don't push me, uh, I'm close to the pussy
Even closer to the knowledge, dropped out of college in advance
Then hit the ground running like it's ants in my pants
Honey, Pop was a bumbaclot and had a queen bee Mommy
Uh, I love her to the tissue, disrespect my blood and it's an issue
She like, "This you on the cover for real? Ah, you so official"
Now go ahead and buy you some shoes that really fit you
I know she always think of little me, but now I got big literally
Worldwide and physically
I'm saying I used to take walks around Little Italy
Now I roam 'round Sicily and I'm plotting on a milli
Hmm, another loud pack, another proud cat
Hey, pound that, hip-hop sounds been profound back
Slow down that metronome, nigga
Let it hit home when the specimen showin' gon' glitter
Gold and ices trigger, your true ideology
I can subtract one with the gun, that's true trigonometry
But that won't coincide with the true nigga that I'mma be
He's royal poverty, I kicks philosophies
Not because I rock soccer tees
I ain't gon' beg but I can please
Rock your socks and sockets out your knees
Fulfill your needs with similes non-similar
Spit that unfamiliar, put that on familia
If you love hip-hop, ladies, rub your papillas
And fellas beat they chest like they silverback gorillas
It's the new age, children of the crystal healers
Thinking I butterfly, I try catapult caterpillars
After years of constructing they start assumptions
So I keep my circumference of deep fried friends like dumplings
But fuck that, my nigga, we munching, we hungry
After years of constructing they start assumptions
So I keep my circumference of deep fried friends like dumplings
But fuck that, my nigga, we munching, we hungry
Swanking, Swanking, Swanking
I see you, Jigga! Hilary Swanking
Alright, I'm off this
My Youth lyrics - Joey Bada$$
Badman Ting
[Joey Bada$$:]
Uh, just put it in the air
Light that loud and watch disappear here
Thoughts at the speed of light years, I could see the light
Yeah, this the right year made the flow, yeah
Clear and easy to steer in the space and time erasing fine
Amazing in the maze of clichés
Each day weighs out enlightenment
Niggas blacked out 'cause I got ultra violent
Now my wave lengths to the radio waves
Still keep it under pavements but not a ratio change
My patio the same, but I ain't even got to tell them that
Poppy leave them dimes at my welcome mat
Get high as heavens, hope he'll never come back
I'm like 5'11, but have angelic contact
The devil jealous in fact, 'cause I rebel the spells
With a letter to God, I swear you know me so well
This one time, I said, "Lord, would you help?"
Some short time after, see my music on the shelf
And of course, I gotta thank myself
My wealth is in my happiness and mind
And not my pocket health in its ashes
If you don't even think sometimes
If it's passion let relationships synchronize
Drowning inside her, true eyes is to the higher
I don't drink too much, I know the bud wiser
It's the livest one, Bedford-Stuyvesant
[Collie Buddz:]
Yo dogs, I got the loud
Blow the smoke straight up to the cloud like
I sky high, my sky high
Ay, sky high, sky high
Yo dogs, I got the loud
Blow the smoke straight up to the cloud like
I sky high, my sky high
Ay, sky high, sky high
[Joey Bada$$:]
Uh, one hand on the mac, one hand on my sac
I'm thinking to myself, what if I handed it back?
But I gotta hand it to myself, I'm handling rap
Handsome versing that's like hand-in-hand combat
Rehearsing, I got eight arms, nigga
Disarm your favorite rapper, he won't come back
Made flex drop eight times, nigga
On contact, rewind that like eight times
Got to keep it G, this for my masons
Figure it out, eight times, the average amount
I may sign which I don't like lime light but I'll shine witcha
Bitch, I gotta eat, I might dine witcha
Yeah, I got bars but I'm like Akon witcha
Convict music for real, this industry give me chills
'Cause in the streets I'm chill but still heating up for a mill
I'm like so real, life is so surreal
Sosa really got sealed for the way he revealed
Taking hold of pitchforks still, but I will never yield
In this pitchfork hold thinking I gotta appeal
'Cause I'm thinking like a deal could get me living swell for real
But if I sky-fall, thinking ideal
[Collie Buddz:]
Yo dogs, I got the loud
Blow the smoke straight up to the cloud like
I sky high, my sky high
Ay, sky high, sky high
Yo dogs, I got the loud
Blow the smoke straight up to the cloud like
I sky high, my sky high
Ay, sky high, sky high
Selling LPs and CDs
Grassroots with grassroots, seeds on civis
Five finger discount weed leaves
Exceptionally speaking determination
Breeds success and proceeds
Feds want the photos and IDs
Into them blood like IVs
Cause every youth
Want the newest Nikes
Straight jeans and white tees
But these things will get pricey
[Joey Bada$$:]
And I'm gone, hitting knowledge
And I'm hitting the strong
I've been hurting way too long
And I can't wait too long
And I'm gone, hitting knowledge
As I'm hitting the strong
I've been hurting way too long
I can't wait too long
I've been hurting way too long
I can't wait too long
Death Of YOLO lyrics - Joey Bada$$
This the song I wrote if I died
I was on the 50 mile doing 9-5
Beating the pussy like it ain't got 9 lives
And I'm high, mix Ciroc and some blunts, 'cause you only live once
'Cause you only live once
This the song I wrote if I died
I was on the 50 mile doing 9-5
Beating the pussy like it ain't got 9 lives
And I'm high, mix Ciroc and some blunts, 'cause you only live once
'Cause you only live once
This the song I wrote if I died
I was on the 50 mile doing 9-5
Beating the pussy like it ain't got 9 lives
And I'm high, mix Ciroc and some blunts, 'cause you only live once
'Cause you only live once
[Joey Bada$$:]
White girl wasted, my wife-girl hate it
'Cause when I'm faded I just wanna
See her naked
Adjust adjacent, like baby let me see your matrix
Kama Sutra, back to basics
Since I was on the go, back to the block
105 on, started bumpin' Hard Knock
I looked at my nigga Fly, as my heart dropped
Sedan in front swervin' as the car stopped
In that split second, my foot steppin' breakin'
I thought to myself, I always knew that I would make it
All it took was patience, and now I'm on the stations
Luckily I made it right before my life was taken
It was too good to be mistaken for happiness and riches
People callin' my phone, like they happy that we did it
Little did they know I was 'bout to meet my maker
Till an angel came down and told me that my time was later
This the song I wrote if I died
I was on the 50 mile doing 9-5
Beating the pussy like it ain't got 9 lives
And I'm high, mix Ciroc and some blunts, 'cause you only live once
'Cause you only live once
[Smoke DZA:]
Right, fuck it
Pass the deuce, 'member creepin' through the 'jects
Had to, stash the deuce in my 40 'Low boots
International, my bread is well earned
L's burn, smash hoes in Melboure
Light skinned jawn, look like Chanel Imon
One night, got her hooked, like I'm heroin
Vintage Vanson's puffin' on chron
Posted, lookin' like a slim or Daron
Give me some to a 112 song
Smoke a nigga like a Newport Long
Pass off to my man, be a baton
'Cause it ain't no fun if the homies don't get none
Right, it's like ballin' on a bitty
Bunch of bad bitches from different cities
Illest niggas in New yitty
Kush God, Joey Bada$$, relax and stack the skrilly, DZA
This the song I wrote if I died
I was on the 50 mile doing 9-5
Beating the pussy like it ain't got 9 lives
And I'm high, mix Ciroc and some blunts, 'cause you only live once
'Cause you only live once
[Joey Bada$$:]
Late night cruisin', fusing the green with the Cuban
So swift we moving through clouds intruding
Celestial Nubians, known them since
I was a Brand Nubian and they influenced him
And now it's new beginnin's, catch me sinnin' in Sin City
Sittin' and spinnin' and spittin' in ya city
Swimmin' in ya bitty, put kin in her kitty and breasts
Got protection in the vest, but still penetrate correct
The vets, I got the remedy for these bitches
Inject, enter sex and eject get some intellect
And jet 'cause all we do is flex on the weekends
They upset 'cause I learned how to flex on the weakest
End of my strength they drenched in their trenches
The fence in my terrace is gold, leave ya defenseless in the cold
And I know all you nigga's weaknesses
Through my threshold, sight on some instinctive shit
This the song I wrote if I died
I was on the 50 mile doing 9-5
Beating the pussy like it ain't got 9 lives
And I'm high, mix Ciroc and some blunts, 'cause you only live once
'Cause you only live once
Right On Time lyrics - Joey Bada$$
[Tweet:]
My eyes have never seen someone so beautiful, so much charm
[Joey Bada$$:]
The only lady I can ever match bonds with
On some atomic bond shit, our love is plutonic
But I just can't put my foot on it
My one and my only, we not only lovers but homies
Whenever I'm lonely, right on time she arrives
She know the business for some minutes
I bury that kitty alive, oh no, I'm kidding but I really be in it
And we don't plan on having kiddies
But I really be skinnin', really be raw
They say sex is the weapon, love is really a war
And sometimes I feel threatened 'cause she really know all
My weaknesses, sometimes we fight, won't speak and shit
But we both know what the sequence is
It's like a never-ending cycle, something like your menstrual
The day you put your menopause, I'll pause the instrumentals
That dussace got me in the mental
Me and you until the end of time 'til we no longer existential
[Joey Bada$$ (Tweet):]
(Right on time, you are my love)
This ain't nothing like consistence, persistence
When we switching positions
My mission's to put you in the best conditions
(Right on time, you are my love)
This ain't nothing like consistence, persistence
When we switching positions
My mission's to put you in the best conditions
[Tweet:]
My eyes have never seen someone so beautiful, so much charm
My eyes have never seen someone so beautiful, so much charm
[Joey Bada$$:]
They say one man's trash is another man's treasure
No, one man's clever, one knows no better
I like to go get her to keep her warm in cold weather
She blow below better then she goes for endeavors
Write our names on the clouds in bold letters
If hoes ever touch me, she load Berettas
But trust me, she's lusty, it must be me rubbin' it off on her skin
I can't budge her, a pen? I swear that her love is just a sin
We back at it again, fussin' and fightin', I start cussin', she cryin'
Break up to make up, I start cuttin' then slide it in
Then mix the vibe with some Hen, you got five, I got ten
Now we some trippy niggas as high as a fin
But what's your game, love? Already know it
We some ordinary people but extraordinary poets
Get lost in the Moët when I po' it
Fuck it if we drownin' in pain, 'cause we don't really show it
[Joey Bada$$ (Tweet):]
(Right on time, you are my love)
This ain't nothing like consistence, persistence
When we switching positions
My mission's to put you in the best conditions
(Right on time, you are my love)
This ain't nothing like consistence, persistence
When we switching positions
My mission's to put you in the best conditions
[Tweet:]
My eyes have never seen someone so beautiful, so much charm
My eyes have never seen someone so beautiful, so much charm
Sweet Dreams lyrics - Joey Bada$$
First I wake up, wake up, thinking of a plan to get my cake up, cake up
'Cause I can't pay the rent with school papers
I need two acres and more
I know how it feel walking out the door pockets out of dough
Out it doe, be on the flow
We smoking indo, but we out though, adios
My audio getting me that Audi dough or the Range Rov'
Mahogany colored clothing, my hog in the road
Drive slow, cruising down memory lane before I hit the streets
Have my melody playing, creators choose flight with my melancholy saying
Head between clouds, I think I'm married to Jane
I remember the days when I'd forever complain
That's way before they started paying, I was in pain
Sick in the brain like I never met a physicist yet
Only lyricist on my metaphysics intellect
Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s
90s babies it's a matter of timing
Sweet dreams my nigga, I wish you sweet dreams my nigga
Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s
90s babies it's a matter of timing
And time's not rewinding, yeah
'Round two 'bout, half of this loud through
Don't let them hounds snoop and get soundproofed
High frequency sounds too
Has statik spot over serious statik shots
Scrap vinyls over them statik pops
I'm a fanatic fly but a sporadic guy
Never chat a lot, just pass the Lye and guide the youth
Stand with the truth, Nigga nothin' less
When the "Play"button pressed
Killswitches feel it hit ya chest
And meet your death, if I'm caught on the fence know hell hit ya
Yes true vets keeps it real whichya
Ill wit ya, show you the real picture
Only keep the ones around that suffer for meals whichya
'Cause when them suckas see ya supper
And your cake getting richer and your pockets getting thicker
That's when they want you to remember a nigga
But when I handed you the tape you couldn't remember to listen
Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s
90s babies it's a matter of timing
Sweet dreams my nigga, I wish you sweet dreams my nigga
Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s
90s babies it's a matter of timing
And time's not rewinding, yeah
Been on my grind, I keep it 50-50
That's 100 on the real, no balance scales, still trippy
Where I live it's either you know talents well and sell records
Or no talent, well we still sell for the record
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the trap game
In fact is the exact same, and these tracks is my crack caine
And if you listening then you a fiend
Our music is the cure like some vaccines
Exotic to the core so stop asking
Got the blueprints to the game, but I read it as king
There's 47 ways to get this green
One is being an enslaved being, the other dreams
Red pill or blue bean, I can't sit still I'm too lean, nigga
Brush my bill on on new beams
Niggas on my tail now that I blew green
Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s
90s babies it's a matter of timing
Sweet dreams my nigga, I wish you sweet dreams my nigga
Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s
90s babies it's a matter of timing
And time's not rewinding, yeah
Sweet dreams stuck in the 90s nigga
Stuck in the 90s nigga
We just some stuck in the 90s niggas
47 Goonz lyrics - Joey Bada$$
This is from the real side
[Joey Bada$$:]
Yo, Badass don't act or pretend, back at it again
Hit it from the back, she a addict within
I got her on some shit like "I'm a get tatted for him"
She a ride or die, slim, when she in the denims
Remember it like it was yesterday
Another case of "I fucked your bitch, nigga" but a more clever way
Quarter in the room to elevate, said if you ever may
Slip then hit her on the hip where the Beretta stay
Catch me somersaulting my eyelids
Awakened from a dream, just perceived how I live
So it's make believe, rather unique
Lavish, sweet all live in a rapper physique
Hit up a show then after retreat back to the telly with freaks
Pack up a bowl and we ain't even eat
But we got a appetite for cookie creases and treats
And they all got tricks up they sleeve
[Dirty Sanchez:]
I'm ashing on the bridge, Mary Jane, fuck your cigarettes
I'm laughing out loud, ask me if I'm still stressed, possessed
Hope the boys in blue don't arrest yours truly
Respect but suspect, protect your neck jewelry
47s and Uzis, well-connected and recruiting
I be with my Mexicans, I know they got the toolie
I'm smoking doobies with like 20 of my goons
Hotbox the whip and let smoke fill the room
Even through my lenses, my sense is on the moon
Dirty be the name and I came from the black lagoon
I'm sick with the ink like infected tattoos
Just one love but the two-three's branded on my shoes
You would think I had a eighth the way I'm crushing them grapes
Had her whining for a taste, that's why she's up in my face
Them Apex taking over like we running with Apes
What's the verdict? Nothing but a fucking disgrace, nigga
[Nyck Caution:]
Check
This ain't Quidditch but you know the snitch get caught
Then get bitched like the bitch she brought, throw your fit then walk
When they clip all of your Christmas thoughts
There's no giving when they take what you got
Placed in the crop circle, doc with a smock, see
Art what we drop, shopping cart with Da Vinci
Whimpering, leave that risk to your Pros
Wrist full of stone, lapidate if they pass me the smoke
I'm strapped and irate, daps from the fake
Get me mad and I contemplate irrational mode
Don't think about nada, strung you by your collar
The flow father who balanced out his chromosomes proper
I'm going home partner like Posada, they talk beef
But toss the ensalada, peep the blue Impala
There's arrogant cops who stay intruding
Can't stop the 47 like protagonist in Absolution
Them wack rappers who track-eluding
Critic is a random student who use the Era as a new rap influence
Faster than ransom shootings or some cancer fluid
I still kill and you can't lose it
Word Is Bond lyrics - Joey Bada$$
Got the reggies from the Bush
Get lifted like a saint off the kush, man all my niggas push
So I always got the zipstock in the Ziplock
Stay lo, like Ralph lip stock, hit the Mary, won't kiss and tell
My lips locked but my grip's not so I pass it off
Real burners, and we ashing off your furniture
Fuck your couch, bitch, hush your mouth
She said she fell in one of them Ls, but lust don't count
These chickens don't love me, they love the account
But they will never know what's the amount, I keep the hoes in check
'Til they bounce, don't ever let a chick see you withdrawn
These niggas want to know what I draw with
But won't respond to what I've drawn
Tetrahedrons, take a dose of Patron
With knowledge juice and deuce Cubes of Metatron
They wouldn't hear the tone through a megaphone, let alone
Cella phone, but my line stay hella blown
Hella blown, hella blown
Yo Houston, we got a problem, copy
Four, five hotties in the lobby
Said that they can blow the rockets properly, but blow up spots and never stop
Like them aki's, they never get aqui to my property
Known around my city like George Pataki
Young Jason for them dollars in the mix like teriyaki
And round four, I force my large Versace
Over my big head, cause I don't live here, she getting too cocky
Won't spot me in no closet
I ain't like Kels and them
Her closet full of arm limbs and a skeleton
I spray nines on foes, bet if you pick five emcees
Seven, ain't gone flow like me, nigga I'm two-six
I mean too sick, sent to Earth just to shit
Mami, come steer, some new stick, got a man?, I don't give two shits
Better tell that doofus deuces before he catch a whipping
Hit him in his Charles Dickens and strip him for his Scottie Pippens
Cause it's all about the big pimping
Rob him for his Nixon, and then question him about his timing
Right here, it gets reckless, best advice is
To tuck your necklace, and put your arms right back into your Lexus
Cause G-Stone Crips, they ain't nothing
To flex with, and billy gang Pyru, they really on some next shit
So if I were you I would probably ride with two
No fool, not two dudes, two tools
As in deuce-deuce cause niggas jack you for your soul
And your new shoes and your jewels too
There's something about another nigga having shit
That have a nigga spazzing clips all up in your back and dip
Cause it's all about bagging the baddest chick
Stacking them chicks up in Saks Fifth
But word is bond, you been on
Word is bond, you been on
Sit N Prey lyrics - Joey Bada$$
[Dessy Hinds:]
After that day my nigga
I remember when he came back to school 3 weeks after
Gave that nigga a bible
And I was like "Yo wherever you go, take this shit with you
You feel me, and you gon' be good
Like I can't, cause you my friend and I can't protect niggas"
Like all I can tell niggas is sit n' pray and that's it
But niggas be taking their life for granted like
You know being on some wild cowboy shit, you can't
You got beef with some nigga like, don't be in their vicinity my nigga
I feel it
Soul music
Sometimes I just sit and pray
Sometimes I just sit and pray
Said I don't know why do I live my life this way
Why do I live my life this way
Yo, said the apex rhymes on the empire's eyes
Can testify I'm the best of fly
Live your life and I'm gon' live mine
[Joey Bada$$:]
Tell me what the fuck an angel does
We're seeing kids who ain't aged enough
Getting high off angel dust
From NY to Los Angeles
There ain't no love
In the heart of the city
Looking where they car be at
And they party at
Cardiac arrest can feel risky
Real pissy I chase cheese and real pussy yeah
Cats used to yawn on his rap now look at 'em
Shit ain't been the same since them niggas started booking 'em
Pull up with your pen up, looking sharper than a bulletin
With pin stripes and hollow tip bullets in it
He's something that you'd invest in
Catch him live on late night, but he ain't interestin'
Pop up and poop out something like intestine
No corrections cause the mic been checked in
The only time he be asking is when he sexing
My team like teenage mutants and X-men
Fire spark when I step in
He the human torch
Inhaling fumes of all sorts of course
Steez taught me how to store it in my ball shorts
So when we stop by the D we never get caught
I say it again we face L's but never lost
Either be a warlord for 6 fees short
Each day in this living hell feel remorse
But he had a million dollar smile way before he flossed
Sometimes I just sit and pray
Sometimes I just sit and pray
Said I don't know why do I live my life this way
Why do I live my life this way
Yo, said the apex rhymes on the empire's eyes
Can testify I'm the best of fly
Live your life and I'm gon' live mine
Yo, I'm trying to Oprah win-win with a "L" in my hand
Remotely passed off like the generous man
And they wonder what it cost to put the pen in my hand
But don't understand they the only one who gets the benefit, damn
Sometimes I just sit and pray
They couldn't walk this way in my J's
It wouldn't feel despair, but disarray
Like their souls disappear
Son got hot flows, got dropped like disarray
Couldn't close my ghost souls, eyes closed
Covered with Ray-Bans, I call it my eyes closed, and I know!
Even through shades of black
I see brighter days looking back in fact
So I relax my mind, see what these tracks can find
A gold mine that will make me rich in both dimes in mine
Gotta make it all mine if you don't mind
Cause sometimes
Sometimes I just sit and pray
Sometimes I just sit and pray
Said I don't know why do I live my life this way
Why do I live my life this way
Yo, said the apex rhymes on the empire's eyes
Can testify I'm the best of fly
Live your life and I'm gon' live mine
[Dessy Hinds:]
Right on the block where they sit and play
Lives the vicious ways where they spit and spray
Vicious trey's coming for the ice you kept in yesterday
It's nothing but the history
Protecting ya' from being history
And then the next day your face is just a mystery
For niggas who really ain't feeling me are all my fucking enemies
Even the lightest hours requires heavy artillery
Accelerate without the breaks of a break
And still I'm not eating up to now and there's a lot on my plate
All in a day's work of God and his grace
You wanna eat then tell God and say grace
And avoid the heat getting the boil to surface
A soft nigga caught between these rocks and a hard place
Because the Mafia is on the look out for the Scarface
But the ill-minded child, is ill minded child
Got a round of styles
Killing niggas' mental like a round of shells
Very well rounded, round it well 'til the highest number
Praying that 2047 ain't the highest number
Sometimes I just sit and pray
Sometimes I just sit and pray
Said I don't know why do I live my life this way
Why do I live my life this way
Yo, said the apex rhymes on the empire's eyes
Can testify I'm the best of fly
Live your life and I'm gon' live mine
[T'nah Apex:]
Get off my cheeks let me do my thing
Interrupt the wave length
Live and let live
And people talk smart got the balls to say
They apex and standing for this way
But got nothing to show or give
I ain't judging
Trap Door lyrics - Joey Bada$$
I went over to her house on Sunday morning
Her moms had just gone to church
Drive slow homie, drive slow
Drive slow homie, drive slow
Drive slow homie, drive slow
Shit, my eyes low
(Hey, what's up nigga?)
It's only one way this can work out
Drop down, I'mma give you twenty if you scurred out
You scurred now, call me the drill sergeant
Charge in the apartment like a charger compartment
I'm in the walls now, I'm wired up
So now the higher ups is trying to quiet us, uh
Smoking on land, lord I light it up
Just gettin fired up, now she coming like a fire truck
She threw the towel in, score for me oh for she
Cause she keep howlin' we showdown like Shaolin
Slow down for an hour then, sink it deep into the shallow end
How you like beef girl? Keep swallowing your food
I'm following your mood and it's blue and me too
But I can't lie like I blew this green on you
I blew it on the purple fume and I know I read your mind, right
You're bright, you want green of all types like limelight
Balance is the kiwi fused in the tunes
Third eye sight, she rodent the car with three blind mice
They chase cheese and don't think twice
And for that, some niggas in the cut get sliced
She looking back
Now, cause she ain't met a nigga as real in the back
Down as shack she throw it back for that, willingly
She hope I catch children
But the mag shielding, in other words I wrap feelings
Yeah Joey that cat killin', villain
I capture the cat in the trap, a door she sealing
From Sicilians to Miss Millins, to miss missin'
That cat killin', villain
I capture the cat in the trap, a door she sealing
From Sicilians to Miss Millins, to miss missin'
I keep it lit till I'm burnt out
Could tell a chick bye look at how she turned out
I keep it lit till I'm burnt out
Could tell a chick bye look at how she turned out
I keep it lit till I'm burnt out
Could tell a chick bye look at how she turned out
I keep it lit till I'm burnt out
Could tell a chick bye look at how she turned out
Satellite lyrics - Joey Bada$$
[Joey Bada$$:]
And I guess it's my turn to shine
The bright light I was starin' at turn lime
And the green stuff turned to slime, and grime
Everybody want to be your blood cousin
When you're buzzing
Fine, I give 'em my other line, another rhyme
Word to mother, I'm goosed up
My two fucks in two cups
Another double entendre
She fell in that Bombay
Now she tumble dry lingerie
Chardonnay nothing but the bottle of emotion
But the love potion when it sprays
They just caught up in the days
Let me show you how I feel these Jays
The cheese stays high like Dr. J
My flow is like land the boats, dock the planes
Hand the dope but cop the chains
For more fiends some antidote to stop the pain
Now my stream, floods these streets
They can't stop the reign
All right I need them back
To blast, to blast me out of sight
Like a satellite
Vibe all night
A satellite
[Chuck Strangers:]
I take a day off
Let the trees take some weight off
My mental's just a fact, Bannon's got the instrumental
I keep niggas on their toes
So you got creases in your Forces
My verses they're important, yo your verses they are boring
I am not of this Earth bro
I'm a satellite that's bound to fight
But we're down to light, 'n light the fuck up
Vibe all night
[Kirk Knight:]
As I roll the dice
Like my first drink was just the brink of a crooked eye
But don't blame the ice for the I U KEL
Oh God couldn't see past 'em
If his puff pass, notarized
Two dubs I got 40 on my hit list
Just smoking drinks both the broken in-glass like old English
Are you good bro?
Is your eyes dilated from the kush 'n Nuvo?
This new for the life
Like a Nubian with the doobie cold eyes
Better smell the coffee I'mma coughing
That means I'm sick widdit, spit it out
Kill it like airborne diseases
Is this why the rap game is this easy?
Like please eat your vegetables
So I took a dose of the edible
Ain't an overdose
Already a rap monster fucking overload
Hopping up on stepping stones
So we making stepping stones
Turn up that tichrome
We rap game dose
This is Messiah and the eyes are hopeless
Hopin' my divide eyes through the world flex
This shit
Don't this shit make my people wanna jump?
No disrespect, ask my man for the pumps
Don't this shit
To blast, to blast me out of sight like a satellite
Don't this shit make my people wanna jump?
No disrespect, ask my man for the pumps
Don't this shit make my people wanna jump?
[Dessy Hinds:]
Surround Sounder
Come and hear the blunt-smoking philosopher
Smoking with a joint to get you open like a chakra
No time for the roster this rap game goes either way
Let him lead the way
And niggas will know who they need to play
Freeing the ways to amplify the idiolect
Saw nothing but shots since the project days
Like I was eyin' the Tec
Kept the eye in the text
Make 'em see my eye in the Lex
Giving my blood sweat and iron injecting selecting the soul
Cause mind body and soul can't be reinstalled
Special with the flow to make Niagara fall
It's over for the systematic rapping robotics
Crashing my logic
These niggas hooked on hooks and Hooked on Phonics
With hooked on phonics the pot could get em hooked on chronic
Cause pain conditions from the page conditions
Racing like Sonic inhaling the tonic
They couldn't grade my brain in a college
Themes behind it rob you for ya mind like thieves is behind it
So we had to squeeze in knowledge
To pile it when the green sees wallet
Anything to let the green seize wallet
Taking forever and a century with sentence speeds
Like a penitentiary to build cell blocks to block your memory
Catch me on the enemy's territory
Telling terrorist story with a terror
The Era ends with a good night story
Don't this shit make my people wanna jump?
No disrespect, ask my man for the pumps
Don't this shit make my people wanna jump?
95 Til Infinity lyrics - Joey Bada$$
And we smoking, toking potent herb
Preaching spoken words that just might poke your nerves
Hope you ain't scared, my jeep go "Scrrrr"
I peep the obscured, and what ain't normally easy to observe
I swear I'm born abnormally absurd
If I give you a piece of mind, you've been disorderly disturbed
That's my word, flip similes and verbs, now I'm eating
Retreating for seconds and thirds, y'all niggas seasoned
(Oh, you salty)
Don't worry what we ate, you don't want that plate
I combine yours with mine quake, and make the earth shake
Supernatural disaster on you half-ass rappers
Pass the herb to an actual pastor, word to the black lip bastard
I drop knowledge like a Five Percenter
Every time I drop a line, it touch like five placentas
Schooling your offspring, drop heat all spring
And stay hot for five Novembers, I think y'all niggas lost me
95 'til infinity time
We in disguise behind enemy lines
Women with no identity signs, they can't get my lines
I used to give a fuck you could find
95 'til infinity time
We in disguise behind enemy lines
And I just kill it every time
Instead of lead slugs, I spreads the love
Like a bed bugaboo does, I'm in the W with your lovable slut
I'm in the walls while you bugging her up
I'll do your girl like this beat, straight fucking it up
Y'all niggas nothing to us, this feels like nuttin' to us
Son, taught your daughter how to bust a nut for fun
Recollect and collect the funds
When she see the sun spit the proceeds when I cum
'99, 'til infinity beyond
Hold my peace full of energy 'til enemies be gone
Until then niggas in my vicinity gone
Peep the melody we on
But they don't know the remedy to these songs
Basic necessities on how to be put on
Cause they see my team, we strong, Beastcoast in your region
If you get dropped you can't rejoin, they wanna know
Whose shoulder we leaning on
But all we do is show them who we leading on
95 'til infinity time
We in disguise behind enemy lines
And I just kill it every time
95 'til infinity time
We in disguise behind enemy lines
Women with no identity signs, they can't get my lines
I used to give a fuck you could find
Cause they will never stop for a young black male
Blackmailed in braille that means what he felt
And the very reveal could appeal
Put you on the Alcatraz trail or railroad to hell
Oh well, some of us is taught there is help
The other source is lost in all sorts of wealth
Uh, roots of all evil
The highest stars; Evel Knievel
I see through people's door, the world may never know
How my third pupil show, Incognito and cold needles flow
And I don't throw subs, I throw torpedoes
The Don, not Cheadle, this don got a Cornelius fro
Afro punk festivities
This for my negus that's lying with queens like Nefertiti
Waking up to pyramids and big kitties
Gold soul theory, but what is life really
95 'til infinity time
We in disguise behind enemy lines
Women with no identity signs, they can't get my lines
I used to give a fuck you could find
95 'til infinity time
We in disguise behind enemy lines
And I just kill it every time
Amethyst Rockstar lyrics - Joey Bada$$
[Saul Williams:]
Fuck you!
I stand on the corner of the block slinging amethyst rocks
Drinking 40s of mother earth's private nectar stock
Dodging cops, 'cause 50 be the 666 and I need a fix of that purple rain:
The type of shit that drives membranes insane
Oh yeah, I'm in the fast lane snorting candy yams
That free my body and soul and send me like Shazaam
Never question who I am, God knows, and I know God personally
In fact he let's me call him "me"
And it's just like, 3:47 in the afternoon
And it just hit me like an epiphany
All these niggas is fucking wack
Yo
[Joey Bada$$:]
Yo, when did rap turn into a fashion show?
Too many make-up artists won't let their passion show
The anti-social mogul, havin' 20/20 visions
In needa bifocals, for your eyes dilated ojos
Open wide, never did I owe hoes
Suck a dick dilated, tell my old hoes
Hit my main bitch in the Poconos
I'm not Pinocchio, I never lied, I poke her nose
With the dopest dope, brand new Pablo, brand-new God flow
It feel like, Escobar and Apollo
Swank apparel, I put a pic on the site 'ya megabytes
Y'all niggas ticking me off like headlights
Get your head right, it all falls down
I bread right on the house
Eye was on 106 & Park and still on the couch like "Bitch, fuck Jacob"
I went to meet my maker, with 25 sacred stones
Told him save me a few acres
Yeah, 'cause we just some amethyst rock stars
Amethyst rock star
Amethyst rock star
Amethyst rock star
Amethyst rock star
Try aim at this rock star!
Time just keeps on falling, falling, falling
[Kirk Knight:]
How is Hip-Hop dead? I'm still makin' a killin'
Banana clip peelin' and ho's I'm still stealin'
This is not for the soda-pop niggas
Take me to the leader of the new school or the block dealers
'Cause all these fakes MCs take from those figures
Is what get fake MCs in front of loose triggers
Can't knock the hustle though, I may just bust a jigga
And lookin' through my eyes, you can kinda get the picture
Mo money mo problems as you get notorious, inglorious, until you're a big Victorious, no show
Only way you get to see the kid is through a photo
Or branded up logos, and the females come out at night
And when they find the pot a gold they strike, seducing me?
Wait y-y-yeah, you nice on the mic, yeah yeah, you lookin' right
Yeah, you just my type, yo
(Bitch, don't get me tight!)
Her friend split and dipped, damn I should've seen this
I'm in a boobie trap and that's some clever-ass cleavage
Well, I think with my dick, I know you want to blow my mind for that reason
She said "You got clever speaking"
And after I'm done, I still got it leaking
I dipped off 'cause knowledge a nigga is still seekin'
What you lookin' at son? I might rob you blind
Defined by every line, niggas tryin' to outshine
We're both number one enemies, yo it's sad though
One on one, and it takes two niggas to tango
Two niggas to tango
Watch me go Rambo
"Don't front on a nigga like me
Time just keeps on falling, falling, falling in and out"
Yeah, 'cause we just some amethyst rock stars
Amethyst rock star
Amethyst rock star
Amethyst rock star
Amethyst rock star
Try aim at this rock star!
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
Reign lyrics - Joey Bada$$
When it rains it pours down
Used to wanna be king said the reign is on now
King me like James straight out of High School
To the big games but you know just how I do
When it rains it pours down
Used to wanna be king said the reign is on now
King me like James straight out of High School
To the big games but you know just how I do
Adapted to these new ways of living, getting money and sinning
Go together like denims diamonds and women
Tryna balance it at once but keep hitting these blunts
Demons of lust, keep hinting they stunts when I'm drunk
What if I jumped off this cloud full of thinking aloud
Into a, pool of my sorrow and start sinking in doubt
Rethinking it out, 'cause tomorrow ain't ever promising
And ever blink it counts for a prophet who see deposits
But he ain't always see the positives
He used to live in poverty, Thinking probably
One day, he strike the lottery
'Cause dreaming big never been odd to me
And since a kid I've been on a musical odyssey
I knew the day would come where I wouldn't be sorry in a pile of Gs
Or probably be rehearsing a verse on the beach
Wait reverse in the speech
'Cause it ain't always sunny on the sunny side
But I'll stop shining when bunnies fly
When it rains it pours down
Used to wanna be king said the reign is on now
King me like James straight out of High School
To the big games but you know just how I do
I turn my dreams to reality
So, I burn green same time I burn calories though
I'm eating now in fact, I'm feasting now
No more mistreating, my miss is treated now
No more misleading mister leader now
Mister visa now, I got green and cards with no limits
Bad boy life but shyne with no diddy
But it's no biggie, I spread love the Brooklyn way
But when push come to shove I'm bout that Crooklyn wave
Shook for days, Don't ever judge a book by a page
That could be a cover up if you ain't looking that way
But what can I say, everything happens for a reason
Time will tell 'cause even fall lasts for a season
So keep on believing, you live and learn die and you teach
Another, piece of the pie and it's finally sweet
But reverse on the speech, 'cause it ain't always sunny on the sunny side
But I'll stop shining when bunnies fly
When it rains it pours down
Used to wanna be king said the reign is on now
King me like James straight out of High School
To the big games but you know just how I do
Said we done came a long way 365 bong rips later
Last year I ain't make no paper
All I earned was some kicks some snares from some haters
And some favors from some chicks that move there rumps like shakers
But what's that shit, I was tryna be the greatest
Upgrade to the grade A list, but all they do is degrade us
And it ain't to hard to be famous, what's hard is sustaining
Remaining the same when stuff changing
'Cause I remember days at the bus station, waiting
Still had no patience, so niggas try to play him
Imaginary players, Imaginary playlist
I been your favorite before you even started playing it
Who'd of thought the day would come I wouldn't be sorry
In a pile of Gs, and rehearse a verse on the beach
But reverse on the speech
'Cause it ain't always sunny on the sunny side
But I'll stop shining when bunnies fly
When it rains it pours down
Used to wanna be king said the reign is on now
King me like James straight out of High School
To the big games but you know just how I do
Sorry Bonita lyrics - Joey Bada$$
You on that third eye shit, huh?
[Dyemond Lewis:]
It's all illusions, fixed gear cruising
Fixed reality shrouded from governmental pollution
I ain't a saint, the holy ghost up in my aura rebuked it
It's the era of indigo and they go with the preaching
I ascend as the seasons, go on and I vanish
'Cause I notice I'm slowly becoming way more imbalanced
A king with the crown, firm grip on the chalice
Solid gold angel coming back to burn down this Babylon
Has told many tales, his flows you could sells
Mastering wind elements, I move with the gales
[Chuck Strangers:]
'Cause I'm a socialite in the night, bitch get right enable
I'm boxing yo dorm, put my Nikes on the coffee table
My tongue's below her navel, she makes it wet, her skills are naval
Seals my hands on her extremities, we're chopping up these remedies
Came in between her and I
We leave it to the constellations like should we continue relations?
I think not 'cause all I do is smoke pot
And make beats, and yo ass just want back shots
[Dirty Sanchez:]
Smoker's club, Michael Jordan how I'm killing 4 quarters
You stashing the trash, hoarder
Yo girl starting to bath water, it's Dirty
And that's not an introduction, it's nutching
Dirt on my shoulders, like Hova
My niggas turn boulders soft, that's the shit that me and jovid saw uh
And now it's like Pro Era in stores
All my niggas opening doors
All my bitches is braless, flawless more or less
Balance was the key, more action less speaking
Everybody wants a piece
Peace
Check
(Peace)
Yo
[A la $ole:]
When I release the flows I goes over yo dome far
The nigga to represent the barrio, we hold bars
I shine further, you sons get in the bogart
You gotta pick yo road, give it a go, keep the point, God
Better with the regis my mind, they manifesting
Beast coast, yea we the pros, you don't wanna mess with
We leave you breathless, don't second guess the best who blessed it
Less than yo adolescence when I speak my progression
Bring it down baby
Bring it down baby, uh
[Kirk Knight:]
This is what I asked for, asked for
Chilling at my back door, back off, mind tweaking on bath salts
Confuse my intelligence, maybe I'm irrelevant
So eloquent, being riders with a elephant
The higher rank tryna pull a trump card
When I try and do the things, I deserve all respect
Intricit my amount, boy to any amount
To any account, probably I gets em out uh
I can see it through the pyramids
I can see it through the pyramids
I can see it through the pyramids
I must admit, I must admit
[Dessy Hinds:]
The mental state with a nigga that was penciled for great
Following schedules, never scheduled for break
But still embrace he'll put ya' neck in a brace
Regular days went to getting paid regular
Respecting the Era where the Era's been ascending up
Got all types of fans that's always sending us love
And ex girls that I loved I now offend with a glove
And stayed deeper but still heading above
'Cause Mr. Hinds always gotta float to let the people know that nigga head is above
Regular sea height, 'cause their 3rd eye never seen height
'Cause only this Brooklyn street light gave me shine to shine for these nights
Came with the free ice to bag bodies on the beat sipes
Bring it down baby
Bring it down baby, uh
[CJ Fly:]
Looking for who's in charge, don't be shocked, I'm the plug
Get inside like the socket, the surgeon, the sergeant
Energy – I put all in
I'm learning the flaw things
In the storm you stand out, you can struck and stand up
I know how to conduct, feelings electric
Well we're connected, your buttons are pressing
Can test the reception, I sent you a message
Let me know if you get this, the question
[Joey Bada$$:]
Seen it all in the retrospect, took retro steps
Like it's '93 still, got '93 til mic skills
Even got the ecko check
Like for real there no testing, my tribe is not some Tribe called Questions
My professions are not no seconds
To no veterans and they minutes of fame
I'm a menace, insane, minus the brain as I diminish the flame
Make it rain, champagne, 'til it falls down the drain
Got my head up in my dreams
Everything ain't what it be seemin'
Don't blame me girl, blame my semen
You got good jeans so your inseams made seamless
And off top, you're ingenious
We took a hit of of the greenest
Now she at most fear on the atmosphere but don't intervene us
Break her body down to the genus if she leaving
She didn't get the pic and now I see Sophia
She get the tone, sorry Bonita but
Sophia got a applebum
Sophia got a applebum
I'm thinking I should take it home
What you saying?
Who do you think Bonita Applebum is?
I think Bonita Applebum is
Hold on before you even talk, you ever been with a Bada$$ nigga?
Don't answer that, don't answer that
Bonita Applebum, has got it going on
LongLiveSteelo lyrics - Joey Bada$$
Ayo I don't really cry, ask why
'Cause inside, no one ever really dies
Your presence is still alive
Your voice. I still hear it
I still feel your spirit in a room
Feel heavenly with the scent of ya
We wasn't on the issues
But couldn't help but notice your views
So many aspects of truth
In fact you let the past get to you
So thoughts on a better future, it couldn't suit you alone
We was stoned, by the snakes of this life of sin
But you taught me a life lesson, the fight within
Use the power of our minds
I was confused at some hour in time
My eyes were dark-brown but blind
But, now I see even the sun shines through blinds
And now I move enlighten in sightings that I find
Enticin' in my prime, like, "Look at me now"
You used to tell me, "Read books," niggas bookin' me now
But how, could I have done it without you though
You was the big bro I never ever had you know?
Why you had to go? It hurt me inside
I feel guilty walking around outside with false pride
If only we could vibe like, one more time
Hear one more line or share one more rhyme
Even show me one more sign of destiny itself would be fine
But there's no turning back the, hands of time
Or delayin' the plans of your mastermind
So I hope you came across of what you had to find
And watch over the ones you once loved
You was my nigga when push came to shove
One love, one love, one love, one love
The sky's the limit
That's what they told the fuckin' fool
I disguised the limit
Now I'm aiming for the sun and moon
Now I'm aiming for the sun and moon
Long live Steelo
Yo y-yo
Y-yo yo yo
93 'til infinity, King Capital
May your soul rest in peace
Unorthodox lyrics - Joey Bada$$
We done came up
Everybody love 'em
On the regular
Lookin' at popular colored faces
Observing what my brothers faces in all races
Lost in generations before hatred
See with your eyes dilated for the sake of the Gs
But keep it sacred G, fuck a rat race, we take the cheese
Jack cheddar from the make believe
Break the trees on they eighth CD
Rocking the red and black lumberjack faithfully
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, basically I grind with the grimiest
Learn how to eat in the jungle full of hyenas
And vultures, don't worry what a verse will cost ya
From the young scorcher, just remember who taught ya
I'm 'a spark it off unorthodox
Won't sign to no major if no wager
Less than a 3 million offer off the top
I'll be in a box with my coughin' drops
Why settle for a office spot?
Niggas don't always make it off the block
Unless they extort rocks or support the cops
They still snitchin' - let me guess: that's your mannequin?
Leave 'em shook while you're standing and quit the shenanigans
Have you panicking, induce damages 'til you're vanishing
Words are told properly, resort top sea examinin'
This is for my real hip hop fans and 'em
I dispose for 'em, leave fake MCs in the post mortem
Cause money ain't a thing if I got it I won't spend
All I got is my Pros, I don't need no friends
Feel like this glory road is coming to an end
The only soul that won't sin
No he won't give in
Yo this world is bone chillin'
Make meals in hell's kitchen with these dishes
Properly delivered drop trees in my swisher
And bring that back to my property with ya
It ain't easy being this royal
When you got this much going for you
It ain't hard to be disloyal
Comin' straight from the soil with lines that never coil
Start to think pretty off new career with this spoil
The kid is that sick so expect more coffins
I'm the chosen one so you can expect more offerings
I be sonning niggas so expect less orphans
Best rapper alive hear that line used less often
Word to God I'm the best offering
BMX like Hoffman, BMF like Boss-man
Young boss, man, got Jimmy Fallon endorsements
From porches, to Porsches, getting portions of fortune
They said next up so I stepped up
Fly like I dressed up
Bitches try to hang like left nuts
Like orangutans in the west of
Of the motherland, but I've got the swank of no other man
Brother man
They can't understand
Pro Era boys pop rubber band
Cause money ain't a thing if I got it I won't spend
All I got is my Pros, I don't need no friends
Feel like this glory road is coming to an end
The only soul that won't sin
No he won't give in
Yo this world is bone chillin'
Make meals in hell's kitchen with these dishes
Properly delivered drop trees in my swisher
And bring that back to my property with ya
Everybody love 'em
We done came up
I'ma spark it off unorthodox
They don't feel the name, but they say the music dope though
I'ma spark it off unorthodox
On the regular
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