Killuminati lyrics - Joey Bada$$ (feat. Capital STEEZ)
Yes, skrawberries
[Joey Bada$$:]
I'm a beast with these flows
Two birds, one stoned, you get geese'd when trees rolled
They say I'm evil cause I trained my ego to see gold
Cause he know, seagulls couldn't see these goals, please
It's the return of the Beast Coast
No cash flashed, but the cheese still make teeth show
Incognito, is how you move on the strip
What you tryna be Vito? Well there's rules to this shit
Don't get clapped, y'all ain't real spitters, y'all lips chapped
Better watch it, Mr. Nice Watch, don't risk that
I got a six-pack of bare skill that I spill like that
And everybody know (that shit crack!)
Y'all niggas softspoken, down below choking
The type to drop the soap when you soakin' in front of most men
It makes sense why you want beef, well this frozen
It's nuts for you screwed in the tool, and can't hold em
Better shoot yourself Plaxico, because I'm next to go
The Progressive flows from New York to New Mexico
My lyrical span is what the fans is demandin'
Step into my box and that's exactly what'chu stand in
Ain't no half steppin' around me
And you gotta drown a fish before you clown me
The young cop killer, I'm that ill, so doc' will ya
Give me two shots for 2Pac killer, nigga
[Capital STEEZ:]
Soul searchin' 'til my flows are perfect
I ain't tryna be a slave to grow old from workin'
Sorry Bada$$, you lucky that I peeped it second
Tell them niggas keep it steppin' with they beat selection
Check the melodies, it's so heavenly
That shit'll get your hips to move with no 7D's
Audi-opium, can I bust soliloquies?
Got that shit mixed and mastered, both remedies
Grab a spoonful, we stirrin' up a pot
And you know we gotta serve it while it's hot
I'm flowin' like a volcano and drippin' verses off the top
Dirty cops still swervin' on the block
Lookin' for black kids, that spittin' up acid
It's in my jeans so don't worry what my pants is
Get with the script, it's that ignorant shit
And they bound to get sick of us quick but I ain't sealin' my lips
It's a shift, I know you feel it man
We blowin' up like a ceiling fan
Droppin' off jewels like Killa Cam's man
When it comes to kickin' verses, I'm Mr. Van Damme
Crushin' strawberries, it's a jam
So throw up both hands if you can
Ironic how I'm killin' this shit, until they bury me
My volume is going in depth with longevity
Stupids
Summer Knights lyrics - Joey Bada$$
And that's all people wanna see truthfully
Don't stop it Bad, just keep it runnin'
And just ride with a nigga like
Just fly with a nigga like
Just vibe with a nigga like
Uh, uh, one-two
Show you what this do, yo
It's been a minute since they seen a style with no gimmicks
Clouds is they limits 'cause we in 'em
Eyes low, squinted, more Ls but we winning
Acting like it's hard to find women when I'm in these hard-to-find linens
Remember those days it was hard to find a living
But now we got ends, and it's only the beginning
Big pimpin', fooling dimes, rob 'em for they innocence
Cake like Entenmann's, flow sweet like cinnamon
He a child but they treat him like a bigger man
'Cause when the pen in his hand, they big 'em up like he Jigga man
Know you see him in the mirror fam
The ones who say you ain't hot be your biggest fan like, "Nigga, damn"
Before he got popular, he been the man
With your chick in the cam, rolling through an Instagram
Got a whiff of grands, now everybody say they distant fam
Know the haters still jelly, but fuck it though; it's the jam
It's the fuckin' jam
Sorry I kept y'all waiting
1999, 'til forever
The era, no better
Nothing more, nothing less
Progress
Waves lyrics - Joey Bada$$
Yeah, you remember back in the days
When niggas used to rock waves and shit?
When like, yo, I had the fucking 360s, my nigga
Like nobody in the hood was fucking with my shit
And that's real shit
Since '95, momma been working nine-five
And I know the landlord fed up with our lies
So we pray to the Gods, the Jahs and the Allahs
To keep us safe and watch our lives
Cause all we tryna do is do good
Put on my hood when I walk through hoods
Cause these niggas these days is loco
You'll get it in ya vocals if you ain't a local
Yeah, that's why I'm tryna go global
Yeah, that's why I'm tryna be a mogul
And I'm hopeful that me spittin' it soulful
Will have me in the Daily Postal, flying coastal, eatin' tofu
Like I told you, I know niggas who trash rappin'
Worried bout the trendin' fashions rather than ascendin' passion
They want me send 'em tracks but I just send 'em laughter
Right after I start laughin', they start askin' "What happened?"
But back to the chapter
Momma told me "follow dreams", should never have to ask her to
So that's what I do, became an MC master
Since then it's been a disaster for you and your favorite rapper
Go ahead, ask 'em "Who is Joey Bad?"
Watch 'em gasp, asthma, damn, it's so sad
He paused the chatter cause he know he rather back up
Than to admit the kid is hotter than magma
But fuck it, you gotta give credit where it's due
Cause you ain't gon' like the karma when it's set up on you
It can get you on your medical, fuck you up in the decimals
Or get you 2 to 3 for residue found in your retinal
Uh, and they told me not to be so complex
Dumb it down to accomplish articles in Complex
And The Source — alfredo, of course
There I go again, steppin' out of line, runnin' off course
I heard reports that it's like sexual intercourse
With your thoughts when I talk about the shoes in which I walk
For it is not faux, nor false that this kid from the north
Speaks with forced supports of reinforced assaults
I'm sure by now you can assume he never lost
Unless with some form of divorce, or a corpse
Born boss, no days off, child labor
Let me see those in favor to spin that back like tornadoes
Yeah
[2Pac sample:]
What the rap audience ain't ready for is a real person
You know what I wanna say: a real N-I-G-G-A
I'm coming at 'em 100% real, I ain't compromising naythin'
Anybody that talk about me got problems, you know what I'm sayin'
It's gonna be straight-up, like if I was a street person
That's how I'm comin' at the whole world
And I'm being real about it and I'ma grow with my music
Yeah, but it's far from over
Won't stop 'til I meet Hova and my momma's in a Rover
'Til I'm an owner of the world's finest motors
I blow like supernovas in your daughter's room on a poster
Known as history's biggest musical composer
No disrespect to Bob Mar, but yeah, another stoner
Marijuana my odor, and when I get older
Hope my spermatozoa from my scrotum intercepts an ovum
Like three times, have three kids
I hope me and my wife can show 'em not to make the same mistakes you know that we did
I hope they acknowledge the knowledge
Cause yeah, they gon' need it
Cause when my parents tried to tell me, I just wouldn't receive it
Couldn't believe it, till I saw with my own pupils
Felt bad when I learned that their advice was truly useful
But fuck it, only made us as human beings more mutual
Even though over time, my punishments, they grew more crucial
Should use the word brutal, cause my parents mad strict
Hope one day I'll attract the likes of even Madlib
Go gold on mad shit and hear my songs mastered
Until then, all I can do is imagine
Imagine, I'ma make it all happen
Fromdatomb$ lyrics - Joey Bada$$ (feat. Chuck Strangers)
Go Brooklyn!
[Joey Bada$$:]
Said, what it's like?
Joey Bad' and Chuck Strangers
Leave niggas endangered
It's the real, yo, what's the word word?
Pass the herbs—check
My man Dirty had the Buddha just to put me in my right mind
I rhyme stoned, drop jewels and bright lines
Sight dimes wit' slight closed eyes, I'm slight sober
Ma, you ain't that girl at giving throat so bye
F it, I'm bipolar, took shorty to the backroom
Play charades, she actin like a vacuum
Showed her to the door before the afternoon
She fell hard on the floor, so you know that she'll be back soon
Fake MCs get their reps ruined
Young villain hop up on the track then the track doomed
Click-clack-boom, resurrecting boom-bap from the tombs
Raps dope like crack in cocoons
Back in this mood, back on the move
It's the motherfucking real, nigga chill act cool
Pay respect to the cat Drew
And I'm way too blessed to be throwing shots at you
[Rokamouth:]
Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest
Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era
[Chuck Strangers:]
I'm tryna find my own lane, in this freeway of life
Just remember home boy there ain't no free way to life
My nigga it's gon cost you, try not to lose your soul
To the rims, hoes, and gold
Cause once the devil grab hold, that nigga ain't letting go
And I'm far from religious, I just know right and wrong
I know how to write these songs, I know how to light these bongs
I know how to rip thongs and I'm pretty good at beer pong
Nigga, I'm so crazy, nigga I'm loco
Gassed up like Sunoco, press the pedal through the floor
Bitch we out the door, vroom vroom, skurrt
Bitch love don't live here no more
Cause her weave look faker than her Louie bag
Weak chick I tried to bag, had the nerve to turn me down
Heard this song and turned around, now she want me to unzip her pants
But I'm gone, bitch missed her chance
[Rokamouth:]
Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest
Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era
Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest
Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era
[Joey Bada$$:]
I got sick of class, started making classics
Now all I really do is get the grass lit and bust asses
I'm sure to blow like bust acid
Puff, assist like Maravich, a true Maverick
And I average above average on an average day
Doing bad shit bet you still can't pass this
And his teacher still pass him
Though they adolescents be addin' rappin' sessions over addin' lessons
Like fuck trigonometry, I'm trying to multiply monopolies
Subtract some homies then divide the cheese
Divide legs just to isosceles so my eyes can see through the E
Shit on you hypotheses
Hypocrisy after essence like apostrophes
You can't stand here unless you pay a posture fee
Part the cheese, head out the spot and leave
A pile of Gs for apology
[Rokamouth:]
Joey Bad and Chuck Strangers
Leaving niggas endangered
Danger, danger
Joey Bad leaving niggas endangered
Survival Tactics lyrics - Joey Bada$$ (feat. Capital STEEZ)
It's either, them or you
It's sort of like, survival you know. Survival of the fittest you know
You do what you do to stay alive
[Joey Bada$$:]
Niggas don't want war, I'm a Martian with an army of Spartans
Sparring with a knife in a missile fight
Get your intel right, your intelligence is irrelevant
But it's definite, I spit more than speech impediments
Brooklyn's the residence, the best and it's evident
We got 'em niggas P.E. nuts, like they elephants
Throw 'em in a trunk if they hate, though
We don't give a fuck as long as we collect our pay, so
Y'all collect pesos, your money ain't right here
I got them girls next to the wood like they Lightyear, I'm right chea
Tryna get a buzz, tryna pollinate
STEEZ got that presidential shit, time to inaugurate
My P.E. conglomerates, 'bout to P-E-E on any wanna-B-E, weak MC
Air 'em out or leave 'em empty, congratulate the semi-auto
Fire flame spitter like komodo
No time for fake people, they be Simmin' like Kimora
I'm the empor-ah in search of Theodora
My heart go, "Ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom-boom"
It's panic like Dora when shots blast
See I was raised that way, I'm from the place where they raised that 'K
Like every day in every way, and everywhere you go just ain't safe
The only thing that I can say to you is, "Pray"
'Cause when niggas start equippin', and throw the clip in
Your blood drippin', and catch you slippin'
Another victim, don't know what's hit them—through his spinal
Just another man who defeated by survival
That's your biggest rival, in your whole life
These bars you can't handle, you better hold tight
They sayin' I'm the best, I'm like, "You're so right"
Still ain't got enough shine to last the whole night, nigga
[Joey Bada$$ & Capital STEEZ:]
Yo, fuck the police, nigga
Fuck every ass-corrupt politician on Wall Street
P.E., public enemy, assassinate us, bitch!
Fuck that! Fuck everything, son
Fuck government, fuck listenin' and shit
You want fuckin' energy? Dickheads
[Capital STEEZ:]
It's like 6 milli' ways to die, my nigga, choose one
Doomsday comin', start investin' in a few guns
New gats, booby traps, and bazooka straps
Better play your cards right, no booster packs
Everybody claim they used to rap
But these ain't even punchlines no more, I'm abusing tracks
Leaving instrumentals blue and black
I'm in Marty-McFly mode, so tell 'em that the future's back
Riding on hover boards, wiping out motherboards
Start spitting fire, 'cause my motherfuckin' lung is scorched
King Arthur when he swung his sword
A king author, I ain't even use a pen in like a month or four
I had a hard time writing lyrics
Now I'm way over heads, science fiction
You can try and get it, I been the flyest with it
Wouldn't mind a feign of interest for your finest interest
They say hard work pays off
Well tell the Based God don't quit his day job
'Cause P.E.'s about to take off
With protons and electrons, homie, that's an A-bomb
Ugh, fuckin' ridiculous
Finger to the president screamin', "Fuck censorship!"
If Obama got that president election
Then them P.E. boys 'bout to make an intervention
Fuck what I once said, I want the bloodshed
'Cause nowadays for respect, you gotta pump lead
I guess Columbine was listenin' to Chaka Khan
And Pokémon wasn't gettin' recognized at Comic-Con
It's like we've been content with losin'
And half our students fallen victim to the institution
Jobs are scarce since the Scientific Revolution
And little kids are shootin' Uzis 'cause it's given to 'em
Little weapon, code name: Smith and Wesson
And you'll be quick to catch a bullet like an interception
If your man's tryna disrespect it
Send a message and it's over in a millisecond, nigga
Hardknock lyrics - Joey Bada$$ (feat. CJ Fly)
[Joey Bada$$:]
Check it, word, word
What's the word, word?
Yeah
Check
Just got word
From my mans on the island, he said he needed guidance
Niggas on the streets is wylin', he look to God but can't find Him
So he demand silence from the glaring sirens
The sympathy symphony, only thing playin' is the banned violence
No lyin', niggas just won't let go the iron
They wanna burn your molecules until you let go ions
Treat beef like they let go lions, so don't eye 'em
They get the wrong message, wrong methods put you on that long stretcher
Too much pressure, God bless ya when the semi wet ya
They told me, "more dress-up", I'm giving too many lectures
And I'm puttin' in too many effort in my nouns and verbs
Like they gon' catch up, fuck what you must heard!
But I done puffed enough herb
To be listening to young birds and dumb nerds
I got enough shit on my mind
So I don't need to be stressin' and shine, it's fine
[Joey Bada$$ (CJ Fly):]
One day I'm tryna have a wife and kids
So I just can't live my life like this
And I ain't tryna learn what lifeless is
So I just can't live my life like this
I want the gold chains and diamond rings
But I just can't live my life like this
And sometimes I just wanna light this spliff (Check)
But I just can't live my life like this
[CJ Fly:]
Got a collect call
From up top, my cousin called me and whatnot
The motto never changed, it's still fuck cops
We went from having lunch in our lunchbox
Our lungs was hot whenever we'd puff pot
We'd touch blocks and end up havin' to duck shots
But fuck that, ain't tryin' live that life no more
My mind corrupted, but my heart is still pure, gotta be brave, can't be afraid
Braids and waves never matter when you catch the fade
Trapped in a maze, and your faith is your only escape
Fuck a priest's opinion, knock the hinges off of Heaven's gates
Tryna share my cells with my mate, not share a cell with mates
Wreckin' shit with my recklessness
The L get lit, that's when I start second-guessin' shit
Thinkin' 'bout Ty, and then I reminisce
What you thought? You niggas could've fuck me over? Never, nigga, guess again
I'm street, so cross me like pedestrians
And that's gon' be the end of it, straight revokin' your membership
One day I'm tryna have a wife and kids
So I just can't live my life like this
And I ain't tryna know what lifeless is
So I just can't live my life like this
I want the gold chains and diamond rings
But I just can't live my life like this
And sometimes I just wanna light this spliff
But I just can't live my life like this
[Joey Bada$$:]
Niggas wanna know
What I'm about; I'm 'bout blowin' loud
On the block sporty, Glock 40 in a politician mouth
I take the competition out commission with my composition
Who the kid spittin' behind the bars like a con position?
Gotta give 'em time to listen, they'll soon bump to it
They'll like me, I kick it like Nike, they'll soon adjust to it
But if you hate, I know you must do it
I ain't mad at you, I keep my attitude on "screw it, a million bucks should do it"
I'm out for presidents to represent me
Yo' chick keep messagin' me, "Who the bestest MC?" They be mentionin' me
Too hot, I be molestin' the beat
Fuck math, teachers should teach us to get Smith & Wessons off of the street
So first-class be a lesson for me
Fuck what you teachin' for some regents, I'm flyin' over regions
Reachin' all-time highs where Jesus can't reach us
Censor me and get the recipe to make you rest in peace
This is for my niggas, killers, hundred dollar billers
On the block in the rock spot, Glock cocked, watchin' out for cops
All about their cheddar, young guns know nothing that's better
Like fuck a prison letter, those Beretta's led us to the lettuce
Relish fetishes, menaces want the senator's percentages
If you ain't prejudice, you still a nemesis
Smokin' on the Clematis, get open like a present is
Now your presence is on the premises for them presidents
My city be the genesis for where they think the terror is
They linkin' terrorists from the Stuy to Lincoln Terraces
Stay on that reckless shit, they leave you left for the dead
Kids don't play, they'll erase your head in a race for the bread
Children on the corners slingin' some regs, poppin' some meds
Jakes be so deep in cover they be chasing the feds
I be backstage grippin' haze, breakin' my leg
My folks was makin' the best when they was naked in bed, motherfucker
One day I'm tryna have a wife and kids
So I just can't live my life like this
And I ain't tryna learn what lifeless is
So I just can't live my life like this
I want the gold chains and diamond rings
But I just can't live my life like this
And sometimes I just wanna light this spliff
But I just can't live my life like this
World Domination lyrics - Joey Bada$$
"Say, Brain—what do you wanna do tonight?
The same thing we do every night, Pinky: try to take over the world!"
Who the fuck is this Joey Bada$$ nigga, son?
Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic
And said that you could flow?
Point 'em out bitch, I wanna know
Who the fuck passed you the mic?
Check!
Puffin' on stramonium, underground like potholes but going fossil
These bars like art in the Smithsonian
These flows is for custodians, homeless men, horny OBGYN dudes
Browsing my laptop lookin' at red fallopian tube
They like "Yo Joey, you rude", I'm like "If only you knew
I'm only in school for cosmology, that's why I act as lonely as you"
You see I'm wise beyond my years and my peers
So my voice over the snares is the only way they hear
What I got behind my membrane, but I've been smoking chem strains
So lately I've been having hard times with remembering
But be patient, my studies prove Egyptians ain't shit
Cause I believe that we could be like Neo in "The Matrix"
But fuck it, I'm erratic, momma lock me in the attic please
Til I draw enough static in my somatic anatomy
And come out imputed with fusions of "Blueprints" and "Illmatics"
I've been going raw, this just how I feel rappin'
We gave y'all Sur' Tactics, so y'all can't even gas us
We taught you how to be prepared but still attacking the masses
Y'all better get y'all caskets cause we 'bout to annihilate
(The new Babylon era) My empire gate's in the Empire State
I'm on the higher platform, look at the way they clap for 'em
Never fuck with phony men cause I don't like my back torn
Nigga ask Kwon, this that top ramen' you ain't used to
Keep it neutral to scruple and tell 'em no beef like noodles!
Keep it neutral, just so you can scruple
I tell 'em no beef like noodles
It's world domination, nation, you're tuned into my station
Always got a doobie and a motherfucking eighth lit
Always got the trees, so what the fuck you mean
I ain't about to rise to the top with my fucking team
It's world domination, nation, you're tuned into my station
Always got a doobie and a motherfucking eighth lit
Always got the trees, so what the fuck you mean
I ain't about to rise to the top with my fucking team
Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic
And said that you could flow?
Point 'em out bitch, I wanna know
Who the fuck passed you the mic?
Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic
And said that you could flow?
Point 'em out bitch, I wanna know
Who the fuck passed you the mic?
Pennyroyal lyrics - Joey Bada$$
Yeah... another love song gone wrong
Should've known you were a woo, like Based God in Wonton
But I didn't, and I ain't even tripping
Another foul ball but I'm still glad I hit it
Cause a lot of niggas didn't, you know, the coulda shoulda type
Like "Oh, it was slight too tight, come on, I would've piped
But our schedules contradicted we're always tied down"
Ay pipe down, the first night ya boy laid the pipe down
Took off the night gown and, pulled out the slinky
She screamed "Joey spank me!", and after that she even thanked me
Swanky, one time for my nigga Dymes
Lord knows we be kicking rhymes 'til the end of time
But back to the topic, oh yeah, I'm pissed off
I'm still tripped off and wondering why shorty dipped off
I ain't gonna front a nigga, do miss her lip gloss
Now she sucks the next nigga dick off, and my dick soft
So tell me what the fuck I'm 'posed to do?
And you know it ain't too easy getting over you
I sent them postcards, so you know it's true
I promised that I wouldn't get emotional
And I'm not, so stop it
Why you front like you don't miss my whole cockpit down yo esophagus?
Screaming, "Daddy, stop it", ripping out your tracks
Chipped nail polishing in the scratches on my back like
Did you forget about the time we had the sticky rolled?
And I tried to suck your titty hole for milk for my Cheerios
Did you forget about the video when you first came?
I hit that spot twice, and since then you haven't been the same
But now I heard you fucking with some new man
Can't remember his name but my first impression, "What a lame"
Lorraine said she seen him at a bowling lane
Walking out the bathroom kinda strange with his shoulder stained
Faggot, six months, and I'm still at it
You'll probably never hear this track, but I still wrapped it
I guess I'm still attracted to you being here
I swear, I can't imagine you would not even care
Whole thing played out like magic, and it's kinda weird
It's like I did a trick and you won't reappear
It ain't fair, I need you back, sometimes I get scared
But I'm a player, ain't gonna let you see my tears
Cause I'm a player, ain't gonna let you see my tears
Cause I'm a player, ain't gonna let you see my tears
Cause I'm a player, ain't gonna let you see my tears
Cause I'm a player
I couldn't see it coming down my eyes
So I had to make the song cry
I couldn't see it coming down my eye
So I gotta to make the song cry
I couldn't see it coming down my eyes
So I had to make the song cry
I couldn't see it coming down my eye
So I gotta to make the song cry, yeah
Funky Ho lyrics - Joey Bada$$
Aight, fuck that, word word
Lord Finnesse, Jayo
It's been my jail since a day old, but they know
Yeah this ones for the ladies
Who be tryna have my baby
Ayo, word to my mother, two things I never do
Is leave the crib without some rubbers or tell a funky ho I love her
These broads be trying to get a brother caught up in a sticky situation
Missing menstruation cycles
They all psycho ask Michael
Before you give her dough for Billie Jeans and them nice clothes
Like whoa don't let them trap you on the tight rope
Spike holes in the condom to form a zygote
Overnight, ask Kwon, he know what it's like
He wore a hat but it exploded twice
But fuck a bad bitch I do this rap shit and put it over life
On the coldest nights son shine like a solar strike
And I swear I got the weirdest cases
Pipe chicks in the weirdest places from rooftops to staircases
Like get a load of their faces
Face it, if you fear, hate it, you get put into this clear space
I don't trust these bitches, they will never catch me slippin'
I don't trust these bitches, they could never catch me slippin'
I don't trust these bitches, they will never catch me slippin'
They will never catch me slippin'
I don't trust these bitches, they will never catch me slippin'
I don't trust these bitches, they could never catch me slippin'
I don't trust these bitches, they will never catch me slippin'
They will never catch me slippin'
Ayo, I'm attached too, to the cash rules
'Bout to go nuts, niggas get their achoos to these cashews
Who you know that cool that they drip swagu?
And I'm here to stay like tattoos on statues
Check your mirror nigga, that's the second time I passed you
Eating my gas fume, got me thinking like who gassed you
Your girl got gas too, she let me tackle for a dutch and a Snapple
Unless you decide to put on shackles
I'm that dude, fuck values, pump up the volume
All up in the cut, no alcohol, just mad boos
Tryin to find a pad to bring her back to like a tadpole
I'm that folk, got bad chicks that I feel bad for
Bruising to they back bones, lickin' up my cock tip
Down to do it all no matter what the synopsis is
All it takes is some exotic piff
They all unconscious, topless, exposing they crotch and shit
I don't trust these bitches, they will never catch me slippin'
I don't trust these bitches, they could never catch me slippin'
I don't trust these bitches, they will never catch me slippin'
They will never catch me slippin'
I don't trust these bitches, they will never catch me slippin'
I don't trust these bitches, they could never catch me slippin'
I don't trust these bitches, they will never catch me slippin'
They will never catch me slippin'
Ayo, it's PE, leaving no hope for these hoes
We leaving no hopes for these hoes
My nigga Jay Steez leaving no hope for these hoes
Leaving no hope for these hoes
My nigga A-La $ole leaving no hope for these hoes
Leaving no hope for these hoes
My nigga Kirk Knight leaving no hope for these hoes
Leaving no hope for these hoes
My nigga CJ Fly leaving no hope for these hoes
Leaving no hope for these hoes
My nigga Pow P leaving no hope for these hoes
Leaving no hope for these hoes
My nigga Jay Lee leaving no hope for these hoes
Leaving no hope for these hoes
My nigga Dyem Lewis leaving no hope for these hoes
Leaving no hope for these hoes
I don't trust these bitches, they will never catch me slippin'
I don't trust these bitches, they could never catch me slippin'
I don't trust these bitches, they will never catch me slippin'
They will never catch me slippin'
I don't trust these bitches, they will never catch me slippin'
I don't trust these bitches, they could never catch me slippin'
I don't trust these bitches, they will never catch me slippin'
They will never catch me slippin'
Daily Routine lyrics - Joey Bada$$
From the block to the top, Buddha baggies in the sock
Only thing that changed now is we ain't runnin' out of stock
Used to beg mom dukes for lunch money
Honeys used to run from me when pockets was dust bunnies
Now what's funny is we done came up and conquered
Even the future lookin' bonkers from Compton to Yonkers
Though them gangstas grill, I tell 'em keep that drama away
Don't fuck with thieves, I like Jay so who sponsorin' the tape
They launchin' out strays, I'm tryin' not to get sprayed
Whether a spitter or a quitter behind the trigger, approaching his prey
His eyes bigger, won't stop to consider
What's right or wrong, because it's hard liquor that's inside his liver
But that's just daily routine, the streets are cooped fiends
Whether the hoops or the booth, niggas shoot dreams
Better choose the right scheme
Cause you could think you're cool with your nice things
But get wiped clean for ice creams when the lights beam
But that's just daily routine, the streets are cooped fiends
Whether the hoops or the booth, niggas shoot dreams
Better choose the right scheme
Cause you could think you're cool with your nice things
But get wiped clean for ice creams when the lights beam
Traded in my Nikes for a new mic
I guess it's safe to say he sold soul for his new life
Like they were tryna blind us, but we know the true designer
They didn't wanna see us find the diviners
So now we hit the vines up day and night
On the regular, I know my momma prayin' like
She want me reach my aims in life, but just stay in sight
So I'm shootin' for my dreams, hit the booth and it boost my esteem
The Pro Era crew recruitin' in them fiends by the boat load
Nigga caught a wave and now he surfin' coastal
They don't feel the name but they say the music dope though
Fuck it, that's how it's supposed to go, these bloggers too emotional
They'll be postin' you until labels start interscopin' you
By then, it's wild late and I'll be chillin' where I lay
Cause I'd rather see the top than to be livin' where I lay
Imbalances in my Kundalini, they tryna put two through my beanie
Wish you well, tryin' to poof a genie
But that's just daily routine, the streets are cooped fiends
Whether the hoops or the booth, niggas shoot dreams
Better choose the right scheme
Cause you could think you're cool with your nice things
But get wiped clean for ice creams when the lights beam
But that's just daily routine, the streets are cooped fiends
Whether the hoops or the booth, niggas shoot dreams
Better choose the right scheme
Cause you could think you're cool with your nice things
But get wiped clean for ice creams when the lights beam
But that's just daily routine, the streets are cooped fiends
Whether the hoops or the booth, niggas shoot dreams
Better choose the right scheme
Cause you could think you're cool with your nice things
But get wiped clean for ice creams when the lights beam
But that's just daily routine, the streets are cooped fiends
Whether the hoops or the booth, niggas shoot dreams
Better choose the right scheme
Cause you could think you're cool with your nice things
But get wiped clean for ice creams when the lights beam
Snakes lyrics - Joey Bada$$ (feat. T'nah Apex)
Free Max B
Owww! (owww!)
Uh uh (uh uh)
Uh uh (uh uh)
Uh uh (uh uh)
It's like (it's like)
[Joey Bada$$:]
Sometimes I feel alienated
Because I'm not up in the stadium playing or on the radio sayin'
"Fuck 'em broads we don't love 'em we degradin' 'em!"
But always find my self back at the bacchanalian
Blood vessels poppin' out my craniums
Niggas askin' when the tape gon' drop but I got nothin' to say to them
Because I been slacking the skill, although my passion is real
I'm too caught up catching a feel when I should be cashin' a mil
It's something bout me being younger that affected my hunger
Got older in number, realized I can't count on these hundreds
To determine my elation
Pursuit of happiness I keep pacin', these motherfuckas racist
These ain't fair races, they just let the fear erase us
Adopted by the slums, son of guns this is how they raised us
Yo son we gotta raise up, don't let them just array us
'Til we raisins in the sun, so we gotta wake up
[T'nah Apex:]
Cause they always be behind in the cut
Always in the skies watchin' stars when they up
So don't you confide into the evil and corrupt
This is urgent, Apex on the vertex, tonight we're serving serpents
Cause they always be behind in the cut
Always in the skies watchin' stars when they up
So don't you confide into the evil and corrupt
This is urgent
[Joey Bada$$:]
Got a whole bunch of shit up on my plate now
Thinkin' like in the man garden it's a snake now
Cause I don't know who to believe or who to deceive
Got me thinkin' I sold my soul and ain't received a receipt
But I won't proceed to retreat, Jigga told me watch your throne seat
And now I sees it and in respect to B.I.G., I gotta cease it
And I hope he see me cause these niggas don't want beef with my talents
They ain't fit for this green, they just caesar salad
You think because you avid they just gonna let you have it?
It's a lot to learn and that my nigga need to ask us
It's the axis of the earth at the birth, I found a new balance
And now I walk on water like I knew balance
Just like a relative, marijuana sedatives
Got me thinkin' I should put a bomb right where the Senate is
Cause they corruptin' the youth, we ain't inductin' the truth
Lookin' at the president like yo it must be nothin' to you
[T'nah Apex:]
Cause they always be behind in the cut
Always in the skies watchin' stars when they up
So don't you confide into the evil and corrupt
This is urgent, Apex on the vertex, tonight we're serving serpents
Cause they always be behind in the cut
Always in the skies watchin' stars when they up
So don't you confide into the evil and corrupt
This is urgent
[Joey Bada$$:]
I passed the dutch to the left and it started to make sense
It's funny how I see it more straight when I'm bent
You've been warned on the risk it takes to sit on top
Been on clock cause you could see that I been on watch
Shit don't stop, 'til you make the sacrifices
Trade in what's priceless to ices and devices
When the light switch, I shift like I'm typin'
Livin' in the era where Christ is the crisis
The lifeless in the trance actin like yo mans
Bitch niggas only know that transactions is the plans
But the mic is in my hands so I valor the booth
The blacker the berry is, the more sour the fruit
They ejectin' us to make us cowards to the power of truth
Became flowers from roots and now we just move in cahoots
I move from the stoop and put my foot right down on the asphalt
Every night I ask lord if this what I asked for
[T'nah Apex:]
Cause they always be behind in the cut
Always in the skies watchin' stars when they up
So don't you confide into the evil and corrupt
This is urgent, Apex on the vertex, tonight we're serving serpents
Cause they always be behind in the cut
Always in the skies watchin' stars when they up
So don't you confide into the evil and corrupt
This is urgent
Cause they always be behind in the cut
Always in the skies watchin' stars when they up
So don't you confide into the evil and corrupt
This is urgent, Apex on the vertex, tonight we're serving serpents
Cause they always be behind in the cut
Always in the skies watchin' stars when they up
So don't you confide into the evil and corrupt
This is urgent
Don't Front lyrics - Joey Bada$$ (feat. CJ Fly)
[Joey Bada$$:]
Yo, what's the word word?
Pass the herbs
Pass the herbs, pass the herbs
Had to learn, had to learn (Had to learn)
We just had to burn, check
It all started with this special herb, then after that, it came to sexual words
I'm meeting shorty up to patch her a verse
She played Bonnie and I collide with a vibe when I'm inside her walls
I cut my shorties on the side cause I decide that she all
Mine's, I keep her in my eyes at all times
Not because I don't trust her I just, can't get enough of her
On the phone late until her mom dukes be cussing her
She played the hustler and I'm like mad customers
Man swear I'm in love and ain't afraid to admit it
Be blowing up her line, man I swear I'm addicted
But, it's all cool cause when in love, we all fools
They say men lie and women lie naked, that's all foolin'
Numbers don't matter after the first night
Right, so what the fuck is love at its first sight
If you ask me, another stupid analogy
Made to cover flaws in the female anatomy
But I'ma keep gradually telling these bitches
Don't front (Don't front) don't front (Don't front)
Don't front, don't front though (Don't, don't, don't front)
I got some weed and some fronto (Don't front)
[CJ Fly:]
And you know I always hunt hoes
I tell 'em leave but don't walk through the front door
Now don't front (Don't front) don't front (Don't front)
Check (Don't, don't, don't front)
It's like a massacre when mass occur
I got a massive urge but I had to learn
Heard you had it on lock so I pass the word
I stash the herb, sit back observe
That she make me feel good is all I ask of her
In the clouds, who would've known we would've crash and burn?
I prayed long and hard, hoping things will last with her
I ain't mad at her, but I really wish that it ain't have to hurt
Let's be blunt, we're best buds
Both knew our role this is more than just a crush
I used to pick her up longing for our lips to touch
But now I rarely even see her
In everybody, hood not even the law enforcement can keep up
She ain't want no one to know, so I kept it on the low
Any time that we would kick it, I make sure I had some toe
I thought I knew her better than anyone would know
Bagged her at her friends, but home were I would take her
Didn't know that she was a ho, that only wanted my paper
Whenever I was with her, my mind would just relax
Could've been the hot topic cause I swore we were a match and
I admit it girl you fine as hell
Don't know your perfume but you exert the finest smells
You tryna find her then follow her trail
She left a few old lovers inside of a jail, that's all a part of the tale
[Joey Bada$$:]
But I'ma keep gradually telling these bitches
Don't front (Don't front) don't front (Don't front)
Don't front, don't front though (Don't, don't, don't front)
I got some weed and some fronto (Don't front)
[CJ Fly:]
And you know I always hunt hoes
I tell 'em leave but don't walk through the front door
Now don't front (Don't front) don't front (Don't front)
Check (Don't, don't, don't front)
[Joey Bada$$:]
Ayo, don't tell me be patient with no doctor prescription
Emotionless positions and provocative visions
Should've known you missed a note like the octave was switching
Remember hate the game but she's spotting some glitches
It's a simulation yeah, stimulation
Take off your shirt, let me feel manipulative
My heart like the Himalayas, but yeah, I gotta slay her
I'm crushing on you sweetheart but yeah I'm a player
Sort of like Isaiah so baby let me coach you
And I know I'm not the first jerk to approach you
So, this ain't nothing new to you, nothing unusual
Nothing you ain't used to so my nothing is usable
[CJ Fly:]
We all try when you go bye, we all high
Truth is I'm never home and I'm cold if that's where the heart lies
So label me as heartless, it's not that I don't care
I just learned to use my heart less, gain sanity and lost stress
It put me in a state that just started taking a toll on me
Kept the secrets you told me, keep emotions I would hold beneath
Always kept the L so I know defeat
Said everything will feel much better soon as you know I leave
Not sure if it's the meds that made you think I'm mediocre
I was still body with a glove on, you know I'm cold, ma
I'm in animal pause, but you got an Ark
When it flooded, used to always feel like Noah
[Joey Bada$$:]
And I know I know her, had these kind of skills I had to show her
So I told her I'm the nigga she see on the posters
Came back through and I put it in the holster
Just had to teach her one time
Put it down, don't really give a fuck though (Don't front)
And tell your bitch don't front though (Don't front)
Don't front (Front, front, front, front)
(Don't, don't, don't, don't front)
Com sol e chuva
Righteous Minds lyrics - Joey Bada$$
Yeah, make sure my shit sound tight
I never knew the world could be this mad
Only vision I had of sex was Color Me Badd
And I never knew the world could be this cold
Only time a nigga die, he was playing a role
But now niggas get their souls stole' so often
They only thing they offer dreamers is a wake and a coffin
From NY, to Compton, down to Austin
She said that orphans morph into abortions without precaution
Problem with our people, there's too many wannabe Jordan
Too many forces thinking they could make a fortune scorin'
Too many wannabe actors instead of achieving their masters
At least a bachelors but no, too many wannabe rappers, hah
That's just statistics, don't mistake me for hypocrites
Like niggas in the White House supplying Wite-Out
On Jim Crow laws, you probably missed it
Hard to be persistent when you're tryin' to fight for your existence
It ain't easy livin' life like this
When you tryin' to be righteous but know a nigga might just
Leave you lifeless for prices, or high tech devices
So keep that TEC-9 or meet your crisis
Yo it ain't easy livin' life like this
When you tryin' to be righteous but know a nigga might just
Leave you lifeless for prices, or high tech devices
So keep that TEC-9 or meet your crisis
Person mad nervous, you surrender to sterling
Look them in the eye, if looks made you die, you know you merk 'em
Right there, plus his hide is like, right here
So you know that if you would fight fair then you'd have him like quite scared
But don't forget the TEC held high by your right ear
So listen loud and clear: you don't wanna lose your life, dear
And don't you show a slight tear or let 'em sight fear
Just let 'em disappear in the night air, yeah, with yo' Nike Airs
Robbed by the crackheads left alone in the apartments
Mothers be jobless, so they make dollars shaking it topless, and
Daddy been gone said he, took off like ostrich
Since he gain knowledge, I'm keeping it with the synopsis, and
Shit like that make you wish you were adopted
To escape the pain, you join a gang and get intoxicated
Have no shame, nothing wrong with some Mary Jane
The only thing is you do it again, and again, and again, and again
And again, and again, and again
It ain't easy livin' life like this
When you tryin' to be righteous but know a nigga might just
Leave you lifeless for prices, or high tech devices
So keep that TEC-9 or meet your crisis
Yo it ain't easy livin' life like this
When you tryin' to be righteous but know a nigga might just
Leave you lifeless for prices, or high tech devices
So keep that TEC-9 or meet your crisis
It's a war out here, mad niggas is dyin'
You don't want that shit to be you, right? (Nah)
I know you gon' hold it down though, you know what I mean?
Just be careful, man, cause niggas out here ain't really worth it
You a ill nigga though, I like ya style, son
Imagine me fed up, a go-getter, for mo' cheddar
Po' never, blow Berettas 'cause I, know no better
No Era, no STEEZ, no Kirk, no Lee
No school, no OG, no talent, no me
What if I just ain't act right?
What if I pack crack white with my sack tight, join the gat fight?
The click-clack type, slide in the vipe with the black stripe
And give my friends the back knife cause that's life, nigga
It ain't easy livin' life like this
When you tryin' to be righteous but know a nigga might just
Leave you lifeless for prices, or high tech devices
So keep that TEC-9 or meet your crisis
Yo it ain't easy livin' life like this
When you tryin' to be righteous but know a nigga might just
Leave you lifeless for prices, or high tech devices
So keep that TEC-9 or meet your crisis
It ain't easy livin' life like this
When you tryin' to be righteous but know a nigga might just
Leave you lifeless for prices, or high tech devices
So keep that TEC-9 or meet your crisis
Yo it ain't easy livin' life like this
When you tryin' to be righteous but know a nigga might just
Leave you lifeless for prices, or high tech devices
So keep that TEC-9 or meet your crisis
Where It'$ At lyrics - Joey Bada$$ (feat. Kirk Knight)
[Joey Bada$$:]
Aye what it is? One time, what up
Aye what it is? One time, what up
Aye what it is? Two time, what up
Two time, two time, what up
Aye what it is? One time, what up
Aye what it is? One time
[Kirk Knight:]
Let me know, let me know
Let me know, let me know
[Joey BADA$$:]
Let's get down tonight
I think I might blow a whole pound tonight
So shorty hit me with the spot and if it sound alright
Then you know I'm in the house, let a nigga run his mouth
It's going down on sight
I'm always down to fight, ain't duff a nigga in the while
No bluff, ain't no church when you're living in the wild
I was hidden in the crowd, rippin' on some loud
'Til I seen the sucka nigga dick-lickin' on my style
Wow, must've been the material linen
Whole night kept him in my peripheral vision
All I gotta say is the word and imperials get him
Word to my pops, I know niggas known for serial killin'
But back to the women, they tryna catch me slippin'
So I gotta pack a mags to stop venereal venoms
From entering my system
If it ain't my moms or my 'sis then, I cut'em in the system
[Joey Bada$$ (CJ Fly):]
So tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (So what you wanna do?)
I said so tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (We got a lot to come true)
I said so tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (So what you wanna do?)
So tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (We got a lot to come true)
I said so tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (So what you wanna do?)
Tell me where it's at and I'm in that spot (We got a lot to come true)
[Kirk Knight:]
Let me know, let me know
Let me know, let me know
[Joey BADA$$:]
Yo let me tell you what I'm living like, same shit, just a different night
Super bad chicks and they all up in my kryptonite
'Bout to get down, I'm tryna get up in the tights
So roll the indo right and I can show you what them bitches like
They just wanna come and have fun
Told this little hun she could come but don't touch my funds
I might get crazy, I might bust a gun
So just give me some more and I might bust her son
Might bust and run, they said love will come knockin' at my door
Well I guess lust must've wrung
The dutch touch the lungs and it was on, had her beggin' for the dawn
'Til the crack of dawn then I passed it off to Kwon
I said it gotta be the swank if it ain't the rank
Cause some pull hoes like how dreamers pudo
Hold up, let me pull ove', told her to hop in then put it back and drove
And hit it out-park like Al Pujols
[Joey Bada$$ {Kirk Knight} (CJ Fly):]
So tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (So what you wanna do?)
I said so tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (We got a lot to come true)
I said so tell me where it's at {Yo fuck you Joey} and I'm in the spot (So what you wanna do?)
So tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (We got a lot to come true)
I said so tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (So what you wanna do?)
Tell me where it's at and I'm in that spot (We got a lot to come true)
[Kirk Knight:]
Let me know, let me know
Let me know, let me know
She's so enticing, derogatory thoughts when I'm citing
Slangs to get her wet
And I heard you're overflowing, I could test the waters like sea man
And I heard you like semen, see man
Well let me slide through, I know you're feelin' the kid
Cause these nonchalant lines is lettin' me in
Cause on contrast, I could see us lovebirds, it's in plain sight
And am I right cause I heard you like the international lovin'?
On a higher scale, when I mean scale, I do it well
Let me go deeper, feel like I'm doing it well
Word on the street you acting like a bastard, can I be you daddy?
You can hop up in my caddy, and I heard you got the fatty
Yeah cellurite
Just remember it's amazing how I come up on the track
So duck and weave, and please believe my side effect is shakin' knees
Damn here I go again with the suggestive themes
[Joey Bada$$ (CJ Fly):]
So tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (So what you wanna do?)
I said so tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (We got a lot to come true)
I said so tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (So what you wanna do?)
So tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (We got a lot to come true)
I said so tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (So what you wanna do?)
Tell me where it's at and I'm in that spot (We got a lot to come true)
Third Eye Shit / Suspect lyrics - Joey Bada$$ (feat. PRO ERA, Capital STEEZ, CJ Fly, Chuck Strangers, Dyemond Lewis, Nyck Caution, Rokamouth, Kirk Knight, Dessy Hinds, T'nah Apex)
[PRO ERA:]
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
Said I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
[Capital STEEZ:]
Said I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit
Started blazing, and stargazing
See how you can reach your farthest aspirations
It's like holy matrimony in The Matrix
It ain't shit, they just call it a strange shift
Cold feet 'cause I'm on thin ice
It's alright besides the fact I want it all in one night
Like, you can't skip steps is the best
Even though the vets hold a .47 with a vest
Now that's a wise investment
Or a concept to try and hide divine intentions
Like, let 'em hate, stay calm and meditate
When life hands you lemons it's time to eliminate
More sour than lemonade, anyways
Different days, different highs, different haze
Kamasutra with miss Mary Jane
And the karma suits her, she a vibrant thang
[PRO ERA:]
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
Said I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
[CJ Fly:]
'Cause I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit
You niggas is suspect and I'm just a ruffneck
That wasn't breaking pencil tips when I would bust lead
I puff meds and leave chumps fed and punks dead
Her cunt wet, she getting rough sex, no sunset
I like a chick with a buck tooth, yeah it could get fucked too
We keep one eye open, they sus' too
Never tell 'em my government, make any covenant bitches be loving it
Say not to put a glove on it, some funny shit
You must've thought I was a dummy, miss
I feed lines to felines just to get up in their tummies quick
Yeah you got tricks but I got five more
So any game you try to play, you better know I got the high score
You better settle down 'cause you're not on my level now
The Pros is semi-circle, they can tell the world you get around
Some niggas clowns, what's the shit about?
They used to doubt now they see us sprout and I'm out
[PRO ERA:]
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
Said I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
[Chuck Strangers:]
Nigga I deserve my respect
And brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit
When I was 13, I was bad, rapping 'bout guns we never had
Now we smoke raws with filter tips, old homies talking shit
Said you got what's best of mine but you stay plotting on that dime
Thought 'cause we was cool before that we gon' take yo ass on tour?
Fuck nah, this my chance to get it
How you entitled to my shine? Nigga you ain't help me get it
Now these niggas see me getting it, check the statements on my debit
My profile get requested but I never hit "Accept"
Hit the sour to the chest, I reflect
When I was 14, up late, eyes glued to the sampler screen
Eyes beam, 'cause we can make it better
Smoking on that Jack Herer, welcome to the Progressive Era
[PRO ERA & Dyemond Lewis:]
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
Said I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
[Dyemond Lewis:]
'Cause I deserve my respect
And brains don't matter but tell me what really matters
When you pissed off at the world like you got a crazy bladder
And, momma always said that shit don't come on silver platters
So I gather my thoughts and make use of all these synonyms
'Cause I could never swallow the truth, like it's cinnamon
Excuse me if I'm militant
The sinning men in my hood could leave a nigga quivering
Like goddamn, deliver him, the venom and his liver is
Corrupting all his ligaments
Now he's at a standstill so tell me if he'll live again
The fire in his heart, still seem to be simmering
Now take that little simmer and turn it into adrenaline
Penicillin could not stop the drive he be giving 'em like mad fours
But fast forward, let's get to the part where his records
Could 'fford him a couple Fords like "Lord, ain't he gifted?"
Christmas just doesn't fit him, I need my own holiday
And by the way, I'ma possibly own Monopoly
And all McDonald's property 'cause I won't live in poverty like
[PRO ERA:]
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
Said I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
[Nyck Caution:]
Said I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit
In the clouds come and find me, someone flier than Hermione
Homie tripping, got 'em sounding like Hansen in the '90s
Charlie Manson your whole body, 'cause that damage in your party
Can you manage what I'm dishing out? Go get your wishing count
You sell me something then I flip that amount
I just switched that account, get that profit then I'm out
Yeah, they all wonder but it's Nyck bitch don't doubt
Rip your lips off your mouth
Man I'm violent ring the siren with these bars I'm reciting
Cars with no license
Hard man, I'm feeling like a spartan with a trident
Damn, picture perfect, bet I'll make that picture worth it
I'll be doubling my spot, no Louisiana Purchase
So declare that, with my hair back
You want a fair one, catch a fair smack
I hunt up on my prey
So pray I ain't hunting on your ass today like be afraid
[PRO ERA:]
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
Said I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
[Kirk Knight:]
'Cause I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit
Cool cuts flow, the deli can't touch this
Slipping like fishes, choking when you hit the cypher
And I ain't talking weed smoke but I let the weed blow
Anything, just let the leaves know, oh
Suckas fuck around, get clapped where you rest at
Nigga saying you cracking, fabric of your imagination
Ask your lady
It's assassin when I come up on the track
It's a curse that I always try to find sex in these verses
But I got your attention, it's part of my ascension
But if I keep toking this strain
It's gonna leave me stranded in this dimension
Or to mention, niggas is snitching
Might charge me with battery
But fuck that, 'cause piss was never in your anatomy
So don't try to lie on a nigga that got mine on my third-eye shit
[PRO ERA:]
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
Said I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
[Rokamouth:]
I tell you I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit
Man I'm onto higher degrees without my masters
I could use my words to urge into disasters
Niggas wanna know how my wheels keep on spinning
And they see we getting love 'cause they see the Pros is winning
'Cause we giving love back so they peeping how we fitting
Ain't gonna have no sus' nigga stepping to me
I like to keep my chakras open so respect my G
I got the bush going in, repping FBT
So sus' niggas watch your back, Pros next to me
I got Chuck on the team to collect the green
And show these suspect niggas what it mean to scheme
Another apex predator crushing your dreams
Gonna get your wig pushed back between my cream
Taking all you sus' niggas, throw you out the scene
I'm taking all you sus' niggas, throwin' out the scene
Taking all you sus' niggas, throw you out the scene
[PRO ERA:]
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
Said I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
[T'nah Apex:]
Said I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit
The P, the R, the O, the Dette
Never am I vexed, I'm always calm, cool, collect
Unless you disrespect, I wreck you verbally
So expect the worst from me, I beck you with my intellect
You best be circumspect check, made you making all the wrong moves
Do I intimidate you, or more infuriate you?
'Cause I annihilate all who participating for the gore
Lovers I decapitate with everything I say, see
Come sneak a peak and, tell me what you peeping
Then struggle to say it ain't greatness that you seeing
It is what here sits in the midst of us, yeah it's quite mysterious
No you're not delirious, I'm serious, it's clear to us
Add some crystals, gonna see gold
Then platinum, seen it on some tarots before
So I know how it is all gonna go down
Gotta go more uptown, more in the cloud
'Cause didn't ya know by now, I'm skyline bound
And my time's now, I don't graze ground, I'm new in your town
So assume what you please but you don't know me
Say what you please but you don't know T'nah
[PRO ERA:]
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
Said I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
[Dessy Hinds:]
Said I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit
Who that mofo that came to showboat just 'cause he float like no other?
Style smooth as butter and slick like lubricant rubbers
So going in on tracks ain't a real test, the real quest
Is making real tracks with feelings people ain't feel yet
Dessy be that suspect for subjects for all the records
Set in for all the records, I spit in a split of seconds
So you can't reckon that I wasn't checking for beats unpleasant
I eat up a track and hit your producer up for seconds
Remember I'm the face, so lace me in the line-up
The bars that I could line up could probably bump the fine up
Define what never can judge, rap is in my blood
So much, my capillaries adapted a sanctuary
From the fifth of January, every punchline turned into crunch time
Was cutting records more times than my school's lunch line
So if this hits mine, go ahead and pop your wrist fine
Been spitting dirty, the vocals recording spit shine
[PRO ERA:]
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
Said I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
[Joey Bada$$:]
And I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit
'Til the day I die, I'll be puffing lye, fuck the world, fuck it dry
Tell them government spies I won't cover my eyes
Won't cower, won't move 'cause I don't move like a coward
Knowledge is power and the flower of life is ours
Get as high as ours, maybe you could see the towers
Scour your dirty mind and maybe you unleash the power
We all got the potential in our body and soul, probably you know
I found mines right through the pencil, started bodying flows
But fuck that, this be the preview of primeval hip-hop retrieval
I hold illegal like them coppers hold weasels to squeal
This one for my people, headed to the top, no redo
Thinking up evil but see no evil, just be Knievel
'Cause I ain't ask to be this good, they just made me better
They told me cheese at the cams and they made me cheddar
And the green only made me clever
See God made three Bigs, two Pacs, but he only made one error
The Era
[PRO ERA:]
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
Said I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
Said I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit
500 Benz lyrics - Joey Bada$$
5-5-5-5-5-500 Benz
5-5-5-5-5-500 Benz
Statik Selektah
5-5-5-5-5-500 Benz
500 Benz
Yo, took the business class seats back to NYC
Left LAX with a bag of the THC, straight reekin'
Nowadays I bounce back and forth each weekend
Shorter days, longer nights from my lack of sleepin'
Thinkin' when this bi-coastal life is just dreams and
Now a nigga headed West, the cold seasons
Wrist below freezin', chicks is strip teasin'
They only suck a nigga when a nigga succeedin'
If she a go-getter then she never will achieve 'em
Best believe, cause all I do is fuckin' lead 'em
Off in the right direction, teach her many lessons
Reduce the stress and balance out the imperfections
Honeys falling in my lap like many blessings
Every night 'fore I take the chance, I ask questions
Somethin' like, "Can you meet me at the Westin?
And after I fuck you, girl can I fuck your best friend?"
Fuck it, I'm just shootin' all my shots now
Hard to be humble, when you ridin' with your top down
Picture me rollin' up in my SL500 Benz
Mami sip on the potion while her hair blowin' in the wind
I'm just tryna win but they hatin' from the sideline
These niggas watch mine like a nigga prime-time
I'm ten thousand feet right above your skyline
Sippin' on the fine wine, the only thing on my mind
500 Benz, AMG package
'95 classic, rare Gucci jacket
With the Gaultier glasses just to match it
So anytime I'm pullin' off, it's getaway fashion
Coppers'll never catch him, I got hustler's passion
Chick in my passenger seat, lookin' like she came out the pageant
And she down for anything that I ask or imagine
So I hit the corner store and copped a pack of the Magnums, shit
Cause I ain't playin' no games
Lil R&B chick and I ain't sayin' no names
Let her rock the mic and give a nigga soul brain
By the time this shit drops, she'll prolly be my old thang
I'm just young and livin', pullin' many women
If you was in my shoes, I bet you couldn't say you wouldn't
Been in the deep end since I got my foot in
Now these niggas wanna ride the wave all a sudden
SL500 Benz with the AMG package
And the rare Gucci jacket
Gaultier glasses just to match it
Gaultier glasses just to match it, I said
SL500 Benz with the rare Gucci jacket
And the AMG package
And the Gaultier glasses just to match it (match it)
Gaultier glasses, just to match it, skrrt
5-5-5-5-5-500 Benz (match it, match it)
5-5-5-5-5-500 Benz (match it, match it)
5-5-5-5-5-500 Benz (match it, match it)
500 Benz
500 Benz
80 Blocks lyrics - Joey Bada$$ & Chuck Strangers
"I mean the reason they call him 'Crazy Joe' he goes off once in a while. Uhh, but he's the type of guy you can go to and you can talk to, you know?
'Uhh Joey, look these guys are doin' somethin' they have no reason to be doin', I mean, what's goin' off with it?'
Joey, he'd go out there and he'd talk to 'em and if they don't listen, suddenly Joe will go crazy, you know?"
[Joey Bada$$:]
Hold up
What's life like now? Shots of the espresso
'Cause gettin' star bucks been the basic manifesto
I'm up early mornin', breakin' fast through the thresholds (uh-huh)
They tell I'ma wear myself out, but that's the dress code
Unlock the swag and nigga let's go
We securin' bags, you niggas insecure and mad
One hundred thirty on the dash, that's if my nigga Lex drove
Keep the heater stashed if we gotta leave some flesh cold
Usually we positive, just tryna stay blessed though
I'd rather to be safe, never know what to expect yo
In the streets, we livin' in, niggas invidious, serious
And 'cause of this, inside of me, kept hidden, it's hideous (uh)
And that's ugly truth, I'm speakin' for my troubled youth
To whom I try to give a mental boost when I'm in the booth
Been through the struggle, made it out and I'm the livin' proof
I took the pain like I pull it from my wisdom tooth (nigga)
"We're still surviving, you know we took our bruises and we gave out bruises. But we survived, we here, we got this, which I think is out of sight"
[Chuck Strangers:]
First me and Robi break up
Now every day I wake up, with more bullshit as I arrive to the pulpit
Pro Era apostle (preach), nigga droppin' gospels
Chucky be a reverend, Psalm 47
God is the king of all on earth
But after him know that the Era is first (know that)
Say it's all about knowin' your worth
Thank Christ for savin' my life today
Know I have the right of way
I'm blessed to see a brighter day (blessed)
Keep me away from the ruthless
You can teach a man a lesson, but don't make him feel stupid
Put me on, don't put me down, my G
We all out here just tryna be
Fine lines between egos and insecurities
You ain't less of a man if you don't squeeze
You not necessarily a man if you do
Chalk it up to human nature, 'cause it's just what men do
Self-destruct with no fucks, or love to give up
I'm Chuck, Strangers
"And like I see a whole new future opening up for me and like I really don't want to do all the things I've done over the years before. I really don't want to do them again. But, like if I do them, like in the past, I don't go around bragging 'I done this, I done that,' to myself so nobody knows about it. And when nobody knows, word don't get out and you don't get busted."
Amigo (Remix) lyrics - Lous And The Yakuza & Joey Bada$$
Presque au bout du rouleau
Pas encore fou mais bientôt
On m'a mis à genoux
Ces cons étaient jaloux
Une envie d'crier fort
Girl, faut faire des efforts
C'est tout, l'mal est partout
J'ai fait le tour
Presque au bout du rouleau
Pas encore fou mais bientôt
On m'a mis à genoux
Ces cons étaient jaloux
Une envie d'crier fort
Girl, faut faire des efforts
C'est tout, l'mal est partout
Et j'ai fait le tour
Oh
Oh (Amigo, amigo)
Oh
Oh (Amigo, amigo)
Oh (Au secours)
Oh (Amigo, amigo)
Oh (Au secours)
Oh (Bad man, la vie n'fait pas d'cadeaux)
Gyal, tell me wah you wan do (Do)
Send the addy, I come through (Come through)
Longtime my eyes on you
You act like you have no clue
Don't make me pick and choose (Choose)
I don't wanna be confused (Confused)
Badman nuh play by rules (Rules)
Girl, you could be my muse
My gyal never can lose
Mi only tell you things if it's true
Come see a different view
Put you pon plane and mi put you pon cruise
Never complain cah mi on it (Mmm mmm)
Now I'm feeling the mood
Gyal, I don't mean to be rude
Nuff gyal wanna get screw
Still I got my eyes on you
Oh
Oh (Amigo, amigo)
Oh
Oh (Amigo, amigo)
Oh (Au secours)
Oh (Amigo, amigo)
Oh (Au secours)
Oh (La vie n'fait pas d'cadeaux)
Ils sont cachés derrière des murs
Ils pénètrent ton esprit
Et doucement te murmurent
« Lâche-toi, laisse-moi, lèche ça »
Et tu plonges la tête la première dans le vice
Et ça évolue de pire en pire
Oublions tout, oublions-nous
La vie nous a rendu fous
Solo
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh (Amigo, amigo)
Oh
Oh (Amigo, amigo)
Oh (Au secours)
Oh (Amigo, amigo)
Oh (Au secours)
Oh (La vie n'fait pas d'cadeaux)
Born Day lyrics - Joey Bada$$
I woke up early on my born day, I'm 20, it's a blessing
Yo, 20 is a blessing
I woke up early on my born day, I'm 20, it's a blessing
I woke up early on my born day, I'm 20, it's a blessing
Check it out, 20 is a blessing
What a nigga to do, nothing to lose
The whole world to gain, coming of age
Mama cut loose my chain, now I'm walking these streets like a gladiator
Mama shoulda kept me cuffed me up to the radiator
Fuck is that bullshit on the radio?
Tell that nigga Ebro, "Please play that flavor"
And I don't really ask for favors, and toot my own horn
And I just really got to say the state of hip-hop ain't been the same since
They brainwashed youths to think we came from a slave ship
Hopped out of the spaceship, decoded the languages and realized
They tryna keep us trapped in the anguish
Flooding the airwaves with all of the same shit
Forgetting what's ancient, they tell us we ain't shit
The only means of getting by is killing our own, left in the tomb
Or even worse, putting it in a song to sing along
And I'm a Hot Nigga, cause where was OG Bobby Johnson
To tell young Shmurda that he has some better options
Don't wanna blame the streets that adopted him, or the doctrine
That got his mind, so boxed up in and I don't judge
But there's no one to blame but us, and that's the truth, but
It's always swept under the rug, and deep down we all wanna be loved
But they got us so blind, we don't wanna be us
And growing up in the slums, the shit is tough, I ain't bulletproof
But full of truth, so shoot 'em up till he deceased
And lined right back on the streets
I hope left enough gold for you to get back on your feet, peace
I woke up early on my born day
I'm 20, it's a blessing
I woke up early on my born day
I'm 20, it's a blessing, yo
I woke up early on my born day, uh yea
I woke up early on my born day, yea, check
The riches under my soul is full of shit
Kinda like the gist of everything from most of ya lips
You see the cash on the other side's greener
But nowadays I feel like I walk with a nina
Cause the streets got meaner
Preachers got mad nice and my cousin just passed like
You just swerve in any matter, seconds, minutes, and hours
No time to question the power
Cause any blink could demolish a current
Is it your saga? So I'm honored to be here today
The world is ours, we should celebrate in every way
Spread the knowledge to the youth and tell them when we lay
Six feet, I'm six feet
Standing on my own two, and my own shoulders
It's that deep, shifting to max p's, will I put my ego right
Into the back seat, flowing out my veins
Running tracks like an athlete it's insane
Apex rap-thletics, leave 'em gassed off the aesthetics, yeah
Yea, yo, yo, The Badmon, Young G
G, yea, Young G, yea and
I know you see me (I woke early on my born day)
I'm 20, it's a blessing, I woke up early on my born day
I'm 20, it's a blessing, yo, yo, The Badmon, Young G
I woke up early on my born day, I'm 20, it's a blessing
Yea, yea, I woke up early on my born day, yea, yea, yo
Badmon, Young G, "Rest in peace" to Cap Steez, yea
R.I.P. to Junior B, yea, yea, yo, yo, yo, The Badmon, Young G
"Rest in peace" to Cap Steez, yea, R.I.P. Junior B, yea
Bounce Out With That (Remix) lyrics - Joey Bada$$
Lately I've been on that fuck a nigga bitch (Fuck lil' bitch)
Pass it to the clique, you ain't gonna do shit
Twenty-five thousand for that Rollie on my wrist (Rollie on my)
All these labels wanna sign, I told them I'm already rich (I'm already rich)
Yeah, hold up, (Ay) hold up, hey (Ay)
Lately been on that fuck a nigga bitch (Fuck lil' bitch)
Pass it to the clique, you ain't gonna do shit
Twenty-five thousand for that Rollie on my wrist (Rollie on my)
All these labels wanna sign, I told them I'm already rich (I'm already rich)
East-side nigga, I'ma get it off the rip
I be movin' 'round with the Eight Tray Crips
They be running down if a nigga talk shit
Guarantee you if I shoot my shot I won't miss
Put that on my mother, I'm a jiggy motherfucker
Pulling up with a red bone, like my name was Donald Glover
Hit 'em up, I feel like 2Pac, bitch I'm sicker than a flu shot
Pussy nigga why you always tryna fuck like something that you not
If we really got problems send the Addy we can solve 'em there
We got automatics, ain't no time for the arguing
You don't want no static man, the shit'll be really shockin' me
Hollow tips turning all you niggas into holograms
Don't bother me, I ain't gotta put it on display (hey)
Conscious nigga but I still be givin' out them fades (hey)
You think because I be preaching, I ain't trying to get paid
Fuck that, these niggas be ridin' in the lanes that I paved (facts)
Should not have gassed them, now I gotta tax 'em
Push a nigga whip back like filet, I'ma snatch 'em
I stay with a bitch who looks like she came out of Maxim
I don't never cuff 'em tho swear, all I do is smash
Hold up, yea, hey hey, hold up, ay
Lately I've been on that fuck a nigga bitch (Fuck lil' bitch)
Pass it to the clique, you ain't gonna do shit
Twenty-five thousand for that Rollie on my wrist (Rollie on my)
So these labels wanna sign, I told them I'm already rich (I'm already rich)
East-side nigga, I'ma get it off the rip
I be movin' 'round with the Eight Tre Crips
They be running down if a nigga talk shit (hey)
Guarantee you if I shoot my shot I won't miss
Blaow
Du, du du du du du du
Hey, hey ay ay, ay
Brooklyn's Own lyrics - Joey Bada$$
Badmon representing
Peace to the world
Peace to the earth
Check it out
I said, shit ain't been the same since we made Killuminati
Hex across my chest see it written across my body
Bury me in gold 47 karat casket
Resurrect my soul come back as your favorite rapper
What if I told you there was nothing to be scared of
Nothing but yourself and all the lies they shared ya
Look at all the lives that we lost 'cause we fear love
To the unknown and Biggie's dream getting teared up
Lack of reverence for this sacred land we stand on
It's incoherent to the very things we planned on
Can't understand it if you never expand your
Indoctrinated minds, playing possum to the times
Thanking God I'm still alive
Every time I open my eyes in fact I lie
But lord knows I try
Tell me how we gon' survive in America
It's a mass terror in everything I'm telling ya
Yo, it's a genocide going on outside
Homicide, suicide, choose a side
You decide who stays alive, who gets crucified
Who deserve to die, hope it's never mine
Got my mama horrified every time I go outside
I can feel her heart beat when I'm in these dark streets
Yeah man I'm from Marcy, so the fact I made it here
Should in fact be haunting, 'cause I can make it anywhere
And nigga I'm
Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own
My baby
Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own
That's right I'm Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own
My baby
Said I'm Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own
To the world
Yo, had ties to troops in Bed Stuy
Following, my heart stopped at the red light
Lexus the ride then we blasting out of sight
Like satellite, know a nigga stay with the dynamite
It's plain in Brooklyn, don't get your chain took when you're not looking
Ain't nothing worst than a Flatbush man with a gun in his hand
Ready to die for rubber band filled with just a couple grand
Kiss my Nanamen, how it feel
Ready to kill when you still got your hands on the wheel
Like I said the flow so ill, like I'm writing wills
When the skills get spilled
So tell me what you think you better not blink
But to sink slow to your death, best to watch your step
I got 'em on the edge let me tell 'em what I rep
It's the Brooklyn set and I don't see no threats
I don't see no threats nigga
It's the best nigga, you guessed nigga
Ya ya, ya ya
I said I tell 'em right here I'm from
Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own
My baby
Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own
That's right I'm Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own
My baby
Said I'm Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own
To the world
Big up everybody out in Flatbush
Big up everybody out in Brownsville
Big up everybody out in Bed Stuy
Big up everybody in the ground still
Big up everybody in the Canarsie
Big up all my people out in Coney
Big up everybody out in East New York
Big up all my Brooklyn people all across
Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own
My baby
Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own
Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own
My baby
I said I'm Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own
DENiM lyrics - IDK & Joey Bada$$
Uh-huh, uh
Check, check, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah
[IDK:]
Sittin' on cloud nine, but it's really my couch
Pierre Jeanneret's, the original ones
Not the one's they get for five hundred to dress up their house
I'm single, boy, single boy
No girl or no spouse
Crib be quiet as a mouse
Don't smoke, but I could make it loud
With the push of a text, I'm textin' your bitch
She exit your shit to push up and get hit
I need to tone it down
The neighbor's complainin'
The HOA sayin', I'm sayin I don't know what they sayin'
I'm never in town
Don't disrespect my intellect
My GLS be at the intersection when we intersect
She look like she innocent, I'ma change it in a sec'
Niggas ballin' for they bitches, 'til I come and intercept
Now they ballin' for they bitches
Devin Booker with the tears
Cotton flower jeans, to show you the spring in the air
Yeah, we see you sittin' there, but your name ain't on this chair
Motherfucker, we don't care
I put my cheddar where my mouth is, just to keep my mouth fed
Thought the green would get respect, but all I got was grouches
Niggas gettin' grumpy 'cause they can't relate, it's funny
How they use their energy for winnin' on the hate
But when they see my clique, they turn to mouses
I show you how my clout hit, every time your doubt hit
And realize the shit in which they really do amount hit
The motherfuckin' fad 'cause-
I can never be the one tryna ball for these bitches
Devin Booker with the tears
Cotton flower jeans, to show you the spring in the air
Yeah, we see you sittin' there, but your name ain't on this chair
Motherfucker, we don't care, yeah
[Joey Bada$$:]
Sittin' on your whole year, but it's really my couch
Pierre Paulin's, this the original one
Cost fifty bands, all in, just to put in my house
The replica like fifteen, you can check the amount
If we ain't talkin' money, IDK, what we talkin' about?
Fly shit, the house came with wings, nigga
They ain't laughin' at your dreams, then you gotta dream bigger
I seen niggas talkin' down when I was down, now I'm up
Copped the 911, just to tell these niggas "Eat my dust"
Keep a heater tucked for niggas sneakin' up, he think he tough
If he try my hand, then I'ma call his bluff, no, I don't believe in luck
Try to slime me out, I wipe his nose like his shit was stuffed
The jig is up
I'm the big dog, you just a little pup
Nigga, what? I'm back outside, never been one to hide
Streets said Unique might've died, but Joey still alive
I'm done playin' games with you niggas
Ain't lettin' nothin' slide, what's the vibe?
[IDK:]
I coud never be the one tryna ball for these bitches
Devin Booker with the tears
Cotton flower jeans, to show you the spring in the air
Yeah, we seen 'em sittin' there, scratch his name up off the chair
Motherfucker, we don't care, yeah
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