All Sinatra Everything

(albüm: Young Sinatra: Undeniable - 2012)

"Young Sinatra" "It's like this, man, niggas, man
Niggas know not to fuck around with this shit though
I don't give a fuck how nasty niggas get" "Nah son
Let me tell these niggas something, God
I don't want niggas sounding like me... on no album
Keep it real, get your own shit, man, and be original
"Word up" "That's all, man" "Be a better man"
"And you gon', you gon' come out on your own way
Whatever how you gon' take it, man, fuck it" "Rat Pack niggas"

Ayo, I force MCs to bleed, retreat and recede
That's the Young Sinatra creed, killing a track with incredible speed
And doing it like it's nothing, no bluffing, gotta kill it everyday though
Slice MCs like Kato, got your head spinning like dreidel
Assassinate 'em so fatal, grip the heat and then tell ya to freeze
Getting cheddar at negative thirty degrees
I'm talking mula, money, euro, dollars, that yen
Blow it, let's spend it again, I'm living the life until the end
Can't comprehend what I got going, never knowing when Logic flowing
'Cause I'm creeping, like ether the way that I seep in
Swimming in women like the deep end
Chilling with shorties that smoke reefer and blow like Aretha, uh
Now, Sinatra said the best revenge is massive success
I guess that's women and multiple digits in excess
Ya family broke bread, but my family's bread was soggy
'Til my brothers broke bricks like Mr. Miyagi
Now what the fuck

"Bring it on if you think you can hang"
"I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me"
"Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing" "Rat Pack niggas"
"Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing" "Rat Pack niggas"
"Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing" "You are watching a master at work"
"Yeah, bring it on if you think—" (Yeah, uh, yeah) "Logic" (Yeah)

All of a sudden I feel the inner killer emerging
Never splurging, binging money and never purging
Urging women to fuck on the rug 'cause it's imported Persian
Then bypass matters of the heart like a surgeon
Now, it's hard to ball when there's problems within the inner circle
One moment they cool as Stefan then flip it like Urkel
Or flip it like keys, yeah, they flip it like ki's
From drug lords overseas that export it with ease
Bitch please, we stack cheese so old, it's mold
I'm 'bout that money, so excuse me if my heart is cold
The magnum deployed, then I destroy mattresses
Late night love affairs with New York City actresses ("Rat Pack niggas")
I broke in the game and destroyed the first couple stages
Visionary taking over regardless of our ages
Making history today to solidify in the pages of tomorrow
The industry is fucked, nothing but sorrow, but I'm
Playing for keeps in other words no need to borrow
So you can keep your advances, wack hooks, and pop dances
Don't get me wrong, I'm all about the mainstream
As long as I sign the deal I want and have the same team
And now they tripping like a flight to Vegas
Telling me that I'll never make it and this shit is outrageous
Now what the fuck

"Bring it on if you think you can hang"
"I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me"
"Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing" "Rat Pack niggas"
"Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing" "Rat Pack niggas"
"Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing" "You are watching a master at work"
"Yeah, bring it on if you think—" (Yeah)
(Motherfucker) "Logic"

Therefore you're never mourn like a memory repressed
MCs digest quicker than bullets shot from a gat with the barrel suppressed
One to the dome, two to the chest
If by chance they got a vest, however nevertheless
I'm looking for that real deal, shit that make me feel
Pleasure and pain, ain't no way to measure the game
I got haters in fifty-seven languages, watch me vanquish this
The come up, bust quicker than .357 caliber
Sharp as Excalibur, crushing motherfuckers like Gallagher now
Time is money, something you can never recoup
So stop wasting mine, hit rewind and then fucking regroup
Never messed with them chicken heads, but catch me in the coupé ("Rat Pack niggas")
Never in public 'cause I'm a studio fiend
Rocking diamonds and getting money, we call that ice cream
Now, allow me to give you the scoop, shit, I'll make it a double
I came up around more rocks than Barney Rubble
Murderers and drug dealers, I knew it no rebuttal
Ain't no need to claim it, picked up the heat, but never aimed it
Now Jay gave us The Blueprint, I lay the foundation
Tell ya what I'm facing, bars like incarceration
'Cause my mind is always racing, ain't no time for vacations
I'm never pacing, unless I'm on the phone talking business
Get wit' this, best witness like Christmas, I'm fucking rapping
Walk in the spot and all these haters go for the dap and
I never carried 'em, kill 'em with kindness then bury 'em, yeah
I was born with talent, God gave me the gift
And now I pull more strings than guitar riffs
What the fuck

"Bring it on if you think you can hang"
"I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me"
"Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing" "Rat Pack niggas"
"Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing" "Rat Pack niggas"
"Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing" "You are watching a master at work"
"Yeah, bring it on if you think—"
(Now that's all Sinatra everything)

"Sinatra"
"Rat Pack niggas"
"Young Sinatra"
"East Coast flow at its finest"