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DJ Kay Slay

Back To The Bars

 

Back To The Bars

(альбом: Hip Hop Frontline - 2019)


[Nino Man:]
When a little time go by, they forget what you've done for them
Always tried to comfort them, now you ready to come for them (Yeah)
Catch him when he throw out the trash, then really dumping 'em
He can barely walk through his av', niggas be jumping 'em (Ha)
Friends kept pumping him 'til they back got the pump in 'em
Walk by bumping 'em, like he voted for Trump and 'em
Niggas ain't cool 'cause you loyal, they cool 'cause you up (Yup)
They will stop doing shit for you when you losing bucks (Yeah)
Can't tell who rooting for you, confusing as fuck (Yup)
That's why I refused to be toyed with, the Ruger is tucked (Man)
I'm from 30 Lenox (Mm)
Got off a half in an hour, imagine thirty minutes (Mm)
We can't go half on a sour, you run a dirty business (Mm)
'Cause I'm the man with the power
I'm really sturdy with this (Mm), this shit'll hurt the witness (Yeah)
This the drama hour, free the whole Rikers Island (Free 'em)
They ain't coming home yet so they on Rikers wilding (Damn)
Kay Slay, this shit ain't for play, play
Let 'em know we spray K's and spin 'em like bay blades (Ahh)

[Vado:]
They think rappers out here giving these false prophets
Kanye gon' be the next president, y'all watch it (Yup)
'Fore I ever picture me falling, naw, I'll crop it (Ha)
Gotta get money as long as you got pockets (Tell 'em)
Twenty-four hours they calling, non-stop shit (Tell 'em)
Remember them corner store mornings? Hot chocolate (Tell 'em)
Fiends catch siezures for more and they pop-lock it (Tell 'em)
Making it stretch like yawning, five pots in
There's a lot of abomination
They came at Bill 'cause he tryna buy a station (Yes)
Yet we still paying for O.J. violation
Police kill, the decline, no time facing (Huh)
I can't breathe, answer, man, please
Y'all be ready to squeeze for saying some damn freeze
Remember me not standing, be on my damn knees? (I know)
Remember me not fighting and copping some damn plea? (Huh?)

[Mysonne:]
I'm the hood messiah, blue flamed fire (That's right)
I'm the real life Marlo from The Wire (Uh huh)
Y'all know I inspire and motivate
Niggas say Mys' ain't fire, you know it's hate, I don't debate (Nah)
Naw, I educate, I inform, I teach (Uh huh)
I feed my team before I eat (Real nigga)
Before I breach security, I die with my purity
Nowadays I take my time, it's maturity
Grown man shit, G-O, bitch (Uh huh)
I use to sell grams, never no scam shit (Nah)
I do mutual respect, no fan shit
Any disrespect get smacked, whole hand shit
Fam, you in a cage with a lion (Uh huh)
You engaged in war with a giant
You better pray 'cause I swear today the Lord the only thing that's gon' save you from dying

[Fred The Godson:]
Shooter's anonymous, uh
I tell 'em use a machine gun (Why?)
In case a nine'll miss (Woo)
Problem is Fred dominant
Bed wit' a dime in it, leg got Lebron in it (What?)
I shoot for the Cavs and then a headshot
Barrel on your neck longer than Hogan leg drop
Birds from a Pelican, punk, Rondo
Coke, weed combo, convos in a condo (Ha)
Put bread on your name, turn you to John Doe (Ha)
Been selling the 'caine, know how the problems go
On the base like McGwire
Thirty-eight fire, might acquire a choir
Or whatever they say the Reverend requires
I level with spies, I remember the buys
Still kill at will, never was tired
Beretta in a peacoat, leather, nigga, I'm fly
Gordo

[Locksmith:]
Slave mentality
Keep the niggas at bay so they behave erratically
Keep the rappers in place while feeding 'em waste scraps
They just erased black face and replaced it with face tats (Yeah)
So why listen to a mother fucking troll that's feeding off black emotion to send us back in commotion?
It's really just rap emotion but we see what he plotting
We went from cotton fields to pills of Oxycontin (Uh), they plotting
Your cerebellum is antebellum you can't repel 'em
What's dwelling inside of a man's soul? it's the cancer swelling
He's telling these lies and we're so annoyed (Sick)
How you claim to be a God but your God is an opioid? (Opioid)
How you claim to be a king but your throne was ghost-written?
I don't blame him so much but the people that's close with him (Yeah)
These industry niggas is so smitten but I say what I want, when I want, no permission

[Jon Connor:]
People confused between getting views and the fiction news
But it lit a fuse when you this in tune and you listen to 'em
The visions, the vision on ya television in the living room
And this is what a mind sounds like, breaking out of it's cocoon
Police killing, celebrity suits willing, viewing the wrong direction
Government making 'em choose one side even though we all affected
Dumb shit on the radio all day, dawg, it's all connected
Niggas be talking about how they won't change but we all accept it
I learned that it's a new evil, look how they do people
If you wearing blue then it's cool, whoever you shoot legal
We all high off stupid, social media the new needle
We need new leaders and preachers, deacons and school teachers
We need to invest back in our self but that ain't what school teach us
Ridiculed, they told we a fool, they tryna remove thinking
Need to expand our brain waves, we in the swimming pool sinking
Hoping I'm giving you something to think about, don't be confused

[Joell Ortiz:]
I'm so incredible, 72 pedestals or stepping stools
My residential level is heavenly
The bed I use, is made out a cloud formation, I'm never pressing snooze
I'm woke, ya'll mentally broke
That little set of jewels, it won't be shining when ya lights go out
I'm talking when the phones turn off and the mics come out
I'm gold medalist, no bronzes inside my house
You 'Brons run inside the house when Mike come out
I'm Iron Mike in a title bout with shines in his mouth
Puff your eye or give it up like Shyne on the couch
The nine's 'bout fired out so many times I lose count
I used to lie in and pounce like a lion on a mouse
No lie, you lying dirt like coal miners 'cause the beak of that eagle had iron flying 'til you migrated south
Shit, I don't pop a lot, I just drop 'em on the sky
(What that mean?)
Mean I knock whoever violated out
I love hip-hop but hate what it's turning into
Nouns, verbs, repeat a couple words and you through
I take that personal, too
So every person or two that wants us versus them I got verses for you

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