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Album: A Better Tomorrow (2014)
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  • I ain't trying to be no D-boy
    I love music, I'm a b-boy
    Are you the undercover or the decoy
    I'm heavy with the D, Trouble T Roy
    A pit with no muzzle, about to bust your bubble like a tree lord
    Too much marijuana got me p-noid
    I'm killing instrumentals with that All So Simple Can It Be, boy
    Shout to Lil Cease, B.I.G., boy
    And Funk Doctor Spock, I mean Redman that's not Leonard Nimoy
    88 keys on the keyboard
    I'm down to catch wreck, take them first three letters out of record
    It's Meth, you heard it through the wire I could be more
    Or washed up like Sonny Black's body on the seashore
    That's a problem, I could be yours
    A monster without the mad scientist and Igor
    I've heard it before, a third of these boys
    Got murder raps and never even murdered before

    Keep watch, lights out when the beat drop
    Keeping the streets locked
    I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block
    Keep watch, lame niggas out there can kick rocks
    Run these streets out here don't need cops
    I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block

    Codename Sensei, I live what my pen say
    Game hall of fame, flow is MJ
    Muy caliente, je m'apelle Rebel, capiche, comprende?
    Son I'm touching 'em up, trust I'm like
    Justin Tuck how they ducking the rush
    Trying to break bad, you catch a bad break
    Like I own a bake shop how I stack cakes
    Greatness was nothing, Deck the next Nike ad
    Wifey bad and my life got 'em slightly mad
    Cause I shine like chrome in July
    Soldier I opened your eyes, noticed the lies
    DEA say I'm drugging 'em
    I get you leaning hard, I get the fiends to nod, I mean they loving 'em
    All hail your highness, terrific win
    Put a so-called beast in his place, Pacific Rim

    Keep watch, lights out when the beat drop
    Keeping the streets locked
    I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block
    Keep watch, lame niggas out there can kick rocks
    Run these streets out here don't need cops
    I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block

    Foul ass police, crooked ass friends
    I don't give a fuck yo, the drama never ends
    I'm a project nigga, I don't care about the Benz
    Plus I had a lot of chicks, you can have those bitches
    But I murder your bloodclot if you touch my riches
    Yeah crazy ass skipper, I be in the slums, nigga
    Fuck where I come from I'm a quiet gangster nigga
    First I get you comfortable, then I start shanking niggas
    Park Hill code is don't violate the family
    Brother to brother it's no snakes in the amnesty
    I come through wilding on some Wu-Tang Can It Be
    Googly-eyed nigga, chop his face in the ministry
    Never scared to do the time, fuck the penitentiary
    Leave a bunch of dead niggas, don't forget to mention me
    The angel of rap, the un-ordinary light
    Already did what I was gonna do before you even got the mic

    We left a large solar cloud distinguished by size
    Interaction with the wise and civilized
    The mind caused matter to fall into a center
    A great deal of heat that'll radiate within ya
    From out of this collision
    The central cord became thick enough to trap its own light and bring vision
    Each drop full of Hip Hop energy
    Balanced on all sides such great symmetry
    The bars unlocked the power of the stars
    The mirror in the telescope pinpoint the Gods
    From a distance, acting as a guiding coach
    Analyze the board, universal approach
    Retune the soul to a certain pitch
    Changing the frequency frequently, hitting a certain switch
    The love is paramount, the connect is brotherly
    Respect for the intellect and broad discovery

    Keep watch, lights out when the beat drop
    Keeping the streets locked
    I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block
    Keep watch, lame niggas out there can kick rocks
    Run these streets out here don't need cops
    I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block Writer/s: BETTYE JEAN BARNES CRUTCHER, CLIFFORD SMITH, DARRYL ROBERT HILL, DAVID PORTER, GARY E. GRICE, JASON S. HUNTER, NATHANIEL PETERSON, RONALD MAURICE BEAN, RONNIE WILLIAMS
    Publisher: Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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