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burton:
yes lawd…i wanna thank pryces for laying this down
we bout to take it wayy waayy waayyyy back
been a while since you been on tha run
sneaking thru back doors…getting quesy when i c-m
followed the smell of crack wh-r- bleeding from da gums
no thanks to the life guides i’ll read it when i’m done
like this life is too real for me
i think i’m making a statement when i say i got hills to see
mother nature wasn’t a hoe but she let me feel for free
life’s stepping on my neck ..gotta lift heel to breathe
and that’s the drumkick for some get caught up in that scenario
test my might fa..a few cyphers as life does the merry go
pumping ya chest up this sets fa the ones who don’t think that the pressure is too unbearable
you’ve insisted
that all i do has been scripted
cuz not everyone making this rap music is gifted
but the moment i feel the beat is when i knew it existed
got a urge for words mic move and grip this
under da cover and bending ya over to infuse a slipped disk
but i don’t have to wait for a back to break
take it back the beginning…start grinning…severing tendons like i’m casius clay
tell ya mother to duck for cover when i’m spitting a round
but i didn’t come here to get down
i came to get up
still pryces and ill mic’n changing dis sh-t up
gotta invoke some p-ssion cuz ya head wasn’t banging enough
or maybe they’ll call me crazy cuz i been thinking too grandiose
i’m mixing the meters and picking my feet up.. digging my meat up in her panny holes
been good kid in mad city but my moma might say i’m manish tho
too bad if you ain’t the sh-t i’m painting this on the canvas bro

huntar:
beats b-mpin’, so i’m writing
chilling, spitting with pryces
and burton he been working, so we’re certain you gon’ like this
spit perfect verses when the curtains open and the lights h-t
it’s worthless if you’ve been searching for something quite like this
you’ll never find it
that’s why i encourage you to remain open-minded
the light’s got em’ blinded, the noise turns to silence
got em’ chokin’ on their words, please give em’ the heimlich
oh i’m going deep, i can be the wide receiver
cooking music that’ll turn a pope to a f-ckin’ non-believer
cause i know everybody wants to change
(yeahhhhh) i know everybody wants some change

and ain’t it sad how are idols always seem suicidal
the ones that’s sinning the most are the ones that’s grippin’ the bibles
we just stepped in the game but we’re comin’ straight for the t-tle
so we’re always workin’ late, no excuses for sitting idle
i lost all of my wits so now i speak from my conscious
reaching for the truth so i can battle the nonsense
produced by the industry in an effort to limit the
power of creativity, but wait til the bomb ticks
i heard pryces music and i knew we could drop hits
and not corny -ss raps, or that cheesy -ss pop sh-t
it’s music for the blood that runs thick in my veins
yeah by now you should know the f-ckin’ name

hooooook!!!:
you should know the f-ckin’ name by now, (get up!!)
you should know the f-ckin’ name (yeah!….yeah!!)

- inasense

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