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Trackateering Music
Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote, "I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that that you're talking about?
The one that you claim as a hip-hop artist
But won't do the research on hip-hop history
Or the one where you disrespect, disconnect
And disregard the founding fathers?
But you know what? Whatever it is, it don't even matter
'Cause as long as I'm alive
I'ma show and prove where this culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my n***a, yo, ayo

Count to ten and then come in shootin'
f**k peace, Silverback the new Huey Newton
I feel it, it's in the air, white cop with a stare
New judge in the chair, this sh*t hittin' the fan
But me, I'ma be smart and legalize my sh*t
And I ain't leavin' the house without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops, it's n***as on your block
That talk like a lil' b*t*h and act like they your man

Somethin' like Chris Parker, my Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred n***as on the track, then you know I'll be the one
To tell n***as to suck c*ck, run and get a gun
It's old P, new P, prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a P.I., if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, n***a, that status go to B.I
You can f**k around and get murked like a C.I
More bars than jail, n***a, who tryna get a V.I?
You dealing with stock owners, conversation with stockbrokers
Make a call for coco, smokin' dope from my crop grower
The block know us, kush got a funky sock odor
How could you not notice? I come from that rock culture
Star of the squad but they cannot coach (At all)
Louis Vuitton holster, this for my n***as in the cell
And on they wall, they got a Nicki Minaj poster
The talk's over, no drive-by's, we walked over

COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick, give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas Cage, face off
The dark knight, I make it a dark night when I'm gettin' that K off
Better than you ever done, and even officers better run it
With the drum, I got a technique that'll give twelve a hundred
Now the tables turn, to whom it may concern
I used to control more shooters than David Stern
With Lucifer, hater burn

Yo, I was in the park spray-painting on the platform
Patted leather top ten, Space Invader hats on
Eighty something, I've been a threat for that long
Where a lot of people get poked up and clapped on
My job really putting on for the city
You get popped like a wheely for saying some old silly sh*t
Tell me it'll be safer to say it in Swahili
They be wheeling you away if you say it in South Philly
Look, thirty shots, I'm shootin' to peel his top
When them n***as sending shots, they shootin' to get the spot
That I'm in, n***a (Hahaha)
You know what it is when I spin the block (Ah)
Uppin' this Draco, the witness is still in shock (Brrr!)
Fluffin' a brick of the yayo, I tilt them pot (Whip)
Tuckin' this fifth, you play with me, you getting shot (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, n***as still waiting for me to drop (Uh-huh)
I robbed n***as for they base and sold easy rock

Fur coats and magnums
Come through the hall with the big blammers
Bentaygas parked, let me handle this
Jewelry that's flashy, jeans is a thousand, we slick nasty
Pull out a hundred in your housing
Yeah, it's raw lingo when the king go
Dutch link, nuts big as sh*t, taste the rainbow (Ayo, yo!)
Put your paper up and threaten sh*t
Or tie something up, send some messages

Ayo, ayo, I used to tell a maid, "Sunny side up"
Basement, a chainsaw, money tied up
Paper bag over his head, tell 'em let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip, blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt, drip gooey sh*t on his chest
Watch this motherf**ker beg for mercy
Shoulda let his wiz suck my d**k for the time he j*rked me
The soldier I rolls with the coldest clique
Call me prototype, never had a mold to fit
My clothes is dipped, my bros is lit
Only time you been sick is when the COVID hit
Better get in line, I chop the bass like I'm pitching dimes
Code name Coffee Bean how I hit the grind
Precision design, exquisite with the vivid shine
I'm like a European watch on a different time

I used to run around with a MAC-10
Back when I was 20 years old, that was back then (30)
30 clip in the 40, move yayo like 50
Man, I hussle like Nip in the Rolling 60's
I was born in the 70's, grew up in the 80's
Got the MAC-90, then I went crazy
Do the mathematics, y'all can't compete (100)
All by myself, I'm 100 deep

I was on the first 50, now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor, I president in it
Til it's humbling, think you grounded and get punished
This the second time Slay needed my two cents to keep it a hundred
Who want it? Fake and be a martyr for this matrix?
They gon turn up the AC then charge you for the blankets
Lux verse mean, got you stuck standing there
Like you at a stop sign waiting for it to turn green, what you mean?

My soul is never for sale, my youngin' just did a twelve
He home just ringing bells, wish him well
Me and mines on different times, decline from n***a crimes
I'm fine just spitting rhymes, read the signs
Body language is loud, cowards hang with the crowd
I ain't never changing my style then and now
Before that was all that, fall back
Official is what you call that

I be that Third Coast legend, Dirty South icon
Shuttin' sh*t down, soon as they cut my mic on
From the first bar down to the last syllable
n***as that thought they were immortal find out they're killable
Once I see blood I'm like a Great White
Catch you slippin' on a late night, and it's no bark, straight bite
Watch you bleed out as reality starts to sink in
You tried the Triple OG, what was you thinking?

I give the coke to your crew, the butter's crazy
Fallopian tube, just cut it baby
Gordo butterfly collar cover the Cubans
You need pads like you and I hope you know what you're doing
Some paid 4-5 serious
I come through 4-5 serious
Slay got me Shade 45 Sirius
Gold frame shades 45, Siri

I used to be up in a tunnel like a hundred deep
Screamin' out Trey, su-woo with a bunch of bees
Never tied up shoes, but every night we will run the streets
n***a, f**k railin', it was nights I heard my stomach speak
Then I start pumpin' that bass like they done a beat
Never let sh*t slide 'cause they might think somethin' sweet
n***a, it's July, shots get hot like summer heat
When I pop up, n***as turn vegan, they never wanna beef

I know these streets with my eyes closed, so my worst fear is to die slow
Lie low, 'cause in '05 you flipped the five-o
And I know, 'cause if Alpo did it to Rich
For some bricks, what a flex, he had no reason to lie, po'
Alright though, we ain't gotta dwell on the past
Devilish laugh, arrow spins I'm ahead of the crash
Better the class, when you handle your beef, settle it fast
Metal in mask but still keep a elegant class

Who the greatest all time? Where them n***as reside?
I seen all fifty names, man them n***as done lied
I take the first forty-eight, make them n***as retire
Last two we could joust, make them n***as my squad
f**k them, let's see how the ladies fair
Swerve on these b*t*hes like I'm settin' my baby hair
They feel a type way, but they never gon' take it there
They tryna keep it cute 'cause they know that it's safer there
They wouldn't dare

I can't explain what I dealt with
Know it was all weak and creep and stealth sh*t
When I come from under the belt with a metal sh*t
Forever Brownsville, no, I never felt sh*t
I still got that real world charm, n***a, be alarmed
Body armor on, warmer in my palm (NYC)
Where you get the storm before the calm
OG and we treat it like Vietnam

My generation drank forty ounces of Old English to ease the pain
Y'all n***as drink White Claws, n***a, we ain't the same (kahm-kahm)
It's curfew whenever I come through (kahm-kahm)
Kill the f**kery, them n***as can't f**k with me (come on!)
I'm really 'bout it in the war
Taxiderm' your b*t*h head, mount it on the wall (it's M.O.)
Throw it up, n***a, we stand tall (it's M.O.)
You know what the f**k we stand for, it's M.O

Too many n***as in here, but never follow the script
It's movie time, release the clip and have 'em doin' a flip
Off-white Virgil, need a whip with the interior Crip
On any given, goal to slide, n***a, minus the slip
Checkin' n***as outta line, like it ain't nothin' to skip
Step in my section trying to flex and end up gettin' you stripped
Too many n***as watered down, might go to sinking they ship
And if it's beef, I cut the trip, I never pull up and dip
It's Precious season, n***a

Walkin' in the storm, my face had the hatred in it
Moms had the colorful money with the staples in it
Grew up street and I stay committed (Yeah)
Movin' white back and forth for a green like table tennis
Guap was pourin' in, my Glock was roarin'
At nineteen, shots hit you like hydroxychloroquine
I'm still forty with the forty close
In the 840 playin' new E-40 with some horny hoes

(Yeah) Finally, y'all been waiting
To hear a verse for the economy stimulation
With Bible verses forsaken and tribal authorization
We markin' as we awaken, the mobsters across the nation
Ask doubles next to ride
The show gun with Shogun to testify
For show somethin', we hold somethin' that electrifies
N-1 L-B, no one left behind, pause it

Knew I grew up in the road to Pop to give you the shot
When I vodka, the glocka Blocka! and blew the dot
You want attention? I'll give you the spot
And run up on your favorite artist aimin' at him, like, "Do the drop"
I smack the cobble out a gobblin' blogger
Togglin' robbers with my saliva as hot as a pot of lava
And guana, my mama's been on the sly since your "gaba-gaba"
Trying to get the drop guava, interior baklava

Straight out the Bronx, straight off the fall
Straight off the motherf**king claw for who's settin' it off
Blocks where they spark a lot, click with the Glock a lot
Catch you at the parking lot, park you in your parking spot
n***as know it's sex money, flex money, they do a lot
What's better than more letters and buddha spots?
Buck fifties for n***as that don't do a lot
Go ahead and get your shooter; get your shooter shot

Shaq Dies', front if you want
Flow through the spirit of Kobe, I don't puff on no blunts
My estate got a shuttle, you punks
Funny thing I got places in my place I ain't discover in months (Months)
I naturally hover above 'em, I'm Kal-El
Touchdown in the arena, the crowd yell
And if they want beef, I'm ringing the cowbell
This crispy cream make 'em ring like they found Mel

Jones, and I don't need no introduction
I'm the best, pound for pound, it's no discussion
Seen some mass destruction, this how I leave n***as area
Me, Shaq and Gunz, nothin' scarier
A nightmare on Elm Street when I hit the booth
A motivational speaker when I speak the truth
Come down to Pensacola if you need some proof
I could mess your smile up like a missin' tooth
Ahead of my time, but still a league of my own
I tried to quit, but danger won't leave me alone
If you ain't got the right price, stop callin' my phone
M-mister, y'all must've forgot the king of the throne

Aw man! Ayo Kay!
Ayo what up Red Alert?
I don't think they ready for this
Well they better tool up cause I ain't done!

When you hear the shots
I'm not doc*menting, I'm 2Pac-umenting
I'm one of the Beatles, how I'm whippin' from that Lennon
Bye-bye, hater, real n***as winning
The 4th of July don't tell me I'm independent (Nah!)
I'm killing it, bro, my motive locomotive
Zero to ninety-nine like my Netflix loaded (Get em'!)
Telling your boss brick city boys is fire
Never mind, half of y'all be talking through the wire

Meet me and slander me, so that's why I'm slayin' you n***as
Never knew what hit him, got the doctor X-rayin' you n***as
Turned you to a victim, man, I sprinkle some yay' on you n***as
They thinkin' it's drug-related, gotta weigh on you n***as
All on the radio with the beef, got 'em sweatin' like they was Keith
And it's never gonna be peace, I'm shooting up your album release
Baggin' bricks with your niece, come and get you a piece
I'm taking responsibility for the murder increase, it's Buck

Kay wanted me to be one of the buck because I been a buck
Back when a pack of Newports was a buck, I was a young buck
On the corner of [?], kids from [?] was hoppin' over the turnstyle
To set up shop up top, by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a bop, from vinyl, cassettes, CDs and streams
On every Martin Luther Boulevard they payin' homage to the shooter from Queens
Right now you wanna be this cracker from Queens
Fact though, I'm covered from special fleece to my Wallaby Supremes

This one image is unblemished without one gimmick your line of scrimmage, I cross it in one sentence
The core writer for those that lost sight of the [?] now head the words of the poor righteous that build with mathematics for those whose path is empty
But y'all know math was in me for the past half of century
Now do the knowledge how the real writers do it
Cause I want the smoke, charcoal, and lighter fluid

Talk sh*t, but I could back up game
The way you silly motherf**kers on the mic, talk the same ole same
How you wouldn't hesitate to kill, buck, rack, attack
Ask him if he step to Shan he said, "f**k THAT!"
Bullsh*t! I'm not the one to get with
Pressure giving you [?] give a f**k what I hit
I play your songs like a lullaby to put me to sleep
And I see ya like a pu**y thats this deep

KRS is big and scary
I'm that legend, getting cream, legendary
Hear me, I rocked this, shocked this, hip-hop this
I woke and I wake up this, rappers are not this
The hotness, I would knock some of these rappers out
But you can hear they already unconscious
I got this, on the top list, fake, I'm not this
Temple of Hip-Hop, rising to the top, kid

Every verse is a persecution, it's murder music
You get cursed, the room is like army, they get the hearses movin'
Fire sh*t, you get burned and ruined, it's burnin' fuses
Bunch of designer, heard a human loses, deserve these bruises (Go)
Nobody tellin' me that it could ever be somebody better
I got a vendetta, I mean every word, every letter
Ahead of my time and you know not to ever put me in position
It's time to put these rappers out of commission
All I spit is dope and after this, y'all gon need an invention
Taking it back to that driving ambition

Look up to Twista
How I be killing em like I'm in Wimbledon
I make a sweep when I'm doing the murdering
I put the cinnamon up in the pendulum
Minimum damage I would never do
I dead em like a barbiturate
Omni-vorous with the flow
It don't matter which bar I bit you with
I could reorganize the confusion of a child Pharaoh
Now munch on that food for thought from a p*ss poor pimp from the ghetto (Hmm)
I am approaching so I hope you're using a radar
Causing beautiful chaos in this unusual seance

It's me again
All I be is win
Never if, If you see a lens its probably CNN or a gif
I could rat-tat-tatter your brain matter get scattered and served up on a platter they call it data
Baiting cappers, I'm more like Beta Kappa, I'm great
Like your great great grandma and they
Wanna protect what this Great Lake grammar
It's Rivers, thats why I gotta be called
Decide if you fall
Or have to wear a thought or break outside of the law
And fight for yours

You're dealing with a lock smith
My mindset is too meticulous
Rhymes melt when I sing like the wings from Kid Icarus
Every rap is indicative
Diction is like a diction
I'm ditching the status quo to inhabit flows that I stitched in
You're pitching garments each comment is like a gauntlet
A conscious effort to execute rappers that try to test it
exit through my excrement through my intestine
Intestinal fortitude afforded you
Is what you left with

I'm so Bronx, n***a, my middle name is Jonas
BX microphonist, also known as
The Bronx bomber, comma, hip-hop's Barack Obama
Osama, Dalai Lama, either way gon' be some drama
I'm the one even your momma fall for
I'm droppin' the bat and take it first n***a ball four
I'm roundin' the bases while n***as trip over they shoelaces
With they screwfaces, mic broke in two places

Ayo Kay Slay we can't let the BS slide
The game ain't been the same since DS died
Got five n***as jumping out the GS5
We leave the gun smoking like a PS5
DS5 the street rap, somebody tell me where the streets at
This that sh*t to make the heat clap
From my n***as selling cheap bags
Them n***as keep straps, the Onyx is the kings of that street rap

It is Sticky, don't make me put my hands on you
n***a, I could tell you what each one of my fingers do
My pinky finger, that's with a pink ring at
And my ring finger never put a ring on that
And my middle finger? That's how I feel about that
I use my index finger to make that thing clap
And my thumb, I ain't gotta use for that
So I put it in a b*t*h ass while I f**k her from the back

I race the motherf**kin' track like a poster, posture
I'm blowin' up in this b*t*h, you know, apple on ya
And anytime I did a rhyme, I did it for the culture
The doctor said I need a coach, I might have the wrong one
I beat the sh*t and now I'm like a hundred times stronger
Run for the block and flip in rocks to a stock holder
Hold my composure, bring my hand up when the shots over
A hundred deep with the soldiers, and we shoulder to shoulder

Yo, I live a DJ's dream, hearin' fans scream
Cash in my hand green, they wanted to ban me
'Cause most of it was actually at last, me and Slay connect
n***as know that I'll come, we got mixtapes with features better than your album
Dance master with the street sweeper
For you heat seekers and them double D call ladies
And now G thieves
My mixtape gave your boyfriend power
Holla at me when y'all got my flowers

I'm Junior Reid, I run these streets
Killin' all these hip-hop beats
Hey, I just came in the feat
One last time and yeah, we came here to eat
Murderer!
When I roll, you know I roll leaf
My hand stay strong and you know we don't cheat
Trap for the money and you know we don't sleep

Wais P, you should have game me the whole song (Why?)
'Cause I'm doper than the sh*t Demi Lovato overdosed on
Put a ho on every corner you post on, poison potion
Give you my life on every track that I spoke on
Blow bullets 'til the barrel is hot enough to cook coke on
Phasers photon, never on stunt, give you the whole drum
Wanna know why I'm on the second run? I go dumb
Plus a hundred rounds beats fifty in any gun

Always been disrespectful, never been polite
Slay got me on the record with a bunch of n***as out like (I really don't care)
Them n***as corny, their verses is not hard
Probably like ten rappers on this record that I got robbed
I'm the truth, I'm just realizing my worth
n***as gon' turn this sh*t up after they hear my verse (I don't blame 'em)
And f**k whoever feel disrespected
n***as gon' be mad Kay Slay put me on this record (Ah)

The best ever, bulletproof, the vest leather
Head shot, talkin' big bags of cheddar
Harlem, we run sh*t, you fags sleep
Cemetery, last stop, your bag's deep
Six feet, gun and a mask, my team creep
Mausoleum, you can see it, your team's sleep
Harlem, mob style, we run sh*t
Sheet rock, bury n***as for dumb sh*t

Grenades, bombs and rocket launchers
The smell of dead bodies, the odor comes back to haunt ya
Gucci vests from Dapper Dan, mountains of blow on a glass table
Look like a goddamn avalanche
Construction bags of snow, one scale
One doctor just in case your blood pressure fail
We got diesel, weed, coke and lean by the pail
Two phones next to that old b*t*h out in Wales

You could have a hundred verses from a hundred persons
But this one emerges and its curtains when you get to squirting on a piece of [?]
Detroit is a mind set
As soon as the verse ends you rewind it
Knowing that the Drama king was behind it
I'm Page Kennedy don't let the last [?]
Get your ass kicked by a movie star that looks more like an [?]
Get your bifocal lens
You a fighter that wouldn't even punch vocals in

I take it back to the essence where it all began (Yeah)
Hip-hop, the original man
First emcee ain't my claim to fame
'Cause I been getting money, ain't a damn thing changed
I'm Coke La Rock and I'm still on the scene (Let's go)
The true OG to the culture you're in
Bronx legend, respect the crown
And pay homage where it started, we call it the Boogie Down

I got the power I'm
Putting in, punching the clock like the '99
'89 before that seventy-five
When I was around and I first rhymed
While many searched hard for punchlines
I had some that you cannot find
Had some that you can't rehearse
All I had to do was voice a verse, the Kay Slay show

DJ Kay Slay, the drama king
Rolling 110 deep
That's right!
It had to be done!
Everything revolves 360°
What comes around goes around
Bring it back to the talent over popularity
Start talkin' to the people
Instead of about the people
Don't test me
You f**k around next time
I do rolling 200 deep on you motherf**kers!

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