1. |
Hello World
03:33
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Intro: (Scorcese)
Uh oh Uh oh
She say that she likes me
Ohhhhhhh
And she lied
Ohhhhhhh
Hey
Alphie… Scorcese
She likes me…
Verse: (Scorcese)
Hilfiger fuck that polo
Fucking up the game like Romo
Walking through the club on slo mo
Walking through the club on slo mo
Had to say it twice like Mike Jo
Touch me nigga thats a no-no
My niggas loco, when they explode
Whole team blackout like jo-Jo
Bang like a barrio of cholos
Hit em with the bricks like cotto
Slab so sweet call it Coldstone
Issey Miyake my Cologne
Bad yellow bone from soho
Million dollar dream no chokehold
No virgil, sip Merlot, porsche 9-11 with turbo
That's how the flow go, I'm Frozone
Bitch where the fuck is my super suit?
So high I'ma need two parachutes
So fly Haley comet gon scratch the roof!
G4 or G5, lemme stop lying, I defy science
I'm the rap equivalent to cop sirens
God defiant with a heart of violence
Just observant, confident in pain
As the world rotates all I hear it say...
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Youre Cool…
Hook: (Brian Ennals)
Hello World, goodbye life
We gon party like it all ends tonight
Cuz we know we know we know we know we know
This the only world that gods know (gods know)
As I'm lounging on this cloud I ain't ever coming down
This the only world that gods know (gods know)
Cuz we know we know we know we know we know
Cuz we know we know we know we know we know
So fuck you
Bridge: (Scorcese)
Have a conversation with the chaos in my mind
Deep within my soul no piece I could define
I decline to sympathize, with facades I improvise
I'm surprised I could survive when I'm feeding all these lies
But I Know
But I Know
But I Know
But I Know
But I Know
But I Know
Hello World...
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2. |
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Intro: (Scorcese)
Shit smell good man
Ya know
Roll up, Po up if you got it
Potent product
Cigarillo memories
Two shots of Hennessy
Ya know
Verse: (Scorcese)
Turn up! Ya bitch shaped like a Turnip
Mines is perfect cursive and she sweeter than syrup
Cosmic rays she loves my waves like the Silver Surfer
So til they Free Max B
I'ma be a nigga for life
I'm Eazy-E shaking hands with Herbert Walker
Snort blow with Cyndi Lauper cocaine sprinkled on my Ferragamos
I'm Newt Gingrich in with A Jheri Curl and Raiders Cap
Before I fade to black like Hov's fake retirement
A titan inspires men, but you ain't riot when
Five white women decided African dreams
Wasn't worth the dirt Trevon was buried between
Shit's' embarrassing
Everybody's a Blood but where the fuck is the Crips at?
Commit that. Fuck it! Matter fact shut the fuck up
While I split a Cigarillo take a sip off my double cup
Hook: (JusPaul)
Cigarillo memories floating over seven seas
Seven dreams, seven kings, seven sets of these
Fine women, fine linen, and the finest weed
I'm Solomon a Solo Man in Polo Man
A Lo Life, Young Dro life a Poltergeist
Floating down the mainstream stay above the radar
I'm Razor Ramon without raising my tone
As I take another puff and smoke swirl, swirl, swirl
Verse: (Scorcese)
It's the Return of the Jedi but Luke joined the darkside
Head a pauper's cry skimming Dr. Malachi
The malice inside made me sympathize with Palpatine
A parasite sponging off the world's shame
A paradox, a rubix cube, an angel's ruse
A devil's bargain… I ain't begging for pardon
But pass the Grey Poupon of life
So I can spread wealth to every nigga in sight
I'm just a martyr on the MARTA, a spectre on the SEPTA
A rebel in my rhyme, a pebble pausing time
I'm every dream and every nightmare
Cheating, cuz I don't fight fair
And fair don't mean equal
I think about my life and all the people I touched
I know I work hard, but feel it's never enough
While I split a cigarillo take a sip off my double cup
Hook
Verse: (Scorcese)
Cigarillo Melodies… Two shots of Hennessy
Maya asked why the Caged Bird sings
But may I ask Why?
Burn this motherfucker down! I'm Michael Render
You Teddy Pendergrass, Duncan Pinderhughes
My niggas built to lose
Cuz crackers caking up off Stop Snitching Tees
What a Tease
Malcolm said the true price of freedom is death
But that war cry fell on deaf ears
Stressful living got us living in force fields
Of our creation… another bad decision
Like choosing religion… but let me chill
My life is Logan's Run, with smokers lungs
Same special effects, plus these jewels I got
Glow spectacular
Outro: (M. Henry)
Cual es el mundo que solo dioses conocen.
Es la vida. Es la muerte.
No es que me da miedo lo desconocido porque lo que conozco
me da suficiente miedo.
es el amor. es el odio. mejor que la sexualidad.
es tu y yo solo tu y yo…
el rey y la reina…
los soberanos…
damelo todo
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3. |
Donald Trump Status Too
04:06
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Intro: (Scorcese)
*Yawns*
Yeah…
Scorcese
Hiya Dan.
3 Billion?
Yo alpha that ain't no fucking money my nigga
Opulence
Verse: (Scorcese)
A thug's destiny
Fulfilling drug dealer fantasies
Of stacking kis and flipping Gees
Til we legitimize
How are you to criticize, critique and analyze
Our strategies… to develop businesses
That further goals of plazas erected in large cities
Cuz ain't shit wrong with Rockefeller and Kennedy Kingdoms
Enjoy ya fiefdom I'm focused on my financial freedom
Creating Camelot the samurai with sample sizes
Dimes, dubs, and wholesale price points
We just a Walmart with a target stretched across our fitteds
Vicious cycles of reprisal led our idols to denounce
The same procedures used to procure their standing in our eyes
It’s no surprise that they view us with contempt
But the irony stings the unwashed masses,
Fascists and fashion call me old fashioned
Man, this fabricated hatred,
for this militarized narcotics addled culture
Who now worship entertainers with cursory knowledge
I maintain solace that solving this disconnect
Is just a simple test - Is it justice or just us?
Is it fuck you or fuck us- man, fuck the world!
Cause civil unrest and local ruckus evade the toughest
Who toughed out the demise of black businesses
See how it comes full circle?We ouroboros in Gucci logos
Self-sustaining hatred
For the green rectangles with cracker faces
Man fuck relaying a passive statement
I'm out trying to collect massive savings
On the island cayman
Greeting M-Lito just like a conquering hero
On the phone with Patrick, relaying messages few comprehend
Just an everyday convo between wanted men
Admiring scenery in Georgetown as we bending corners
Recruiting vikings that move rock and make christians ponder
Collect sacks of dirty money that we prepared to launder
Scrub it clean
My sins, my soul, and all this money, Whew LAWD
Karma's a pimp in a 77 seville
Wearing 7in heels with diamonds adorning her grill
To real to exist, to flashy to be ignored
You can bite the bullet… or fall on your own sword
The fear from your own pores the reason you own Porsche
Think you can outspend the FEDS?
Man they got outfits that's designed to outwit you
Face it duke, this passage only leads to madness
But yet and still we chasing Donald Trump Status…
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Verse: (Scorcese)
Stretch ya hand and I'ma chop it off
How dare you ask for a favor, from ya bosses boss?
Shrimp scampi, angel hair noodles, white wine sauce
Rewind Diana Ross reload the Nina Ross
Ceido Medo while I'm focused on the green dinero
Hocus pocus, gucci loafers caked with baking soda
Cape for soldiers moving weight from Maine to Nova Scotia
We bang revolvers problem solvers adding pain to mothers
Loss of child clips replayed when they hear Bilal
Nightmares, walking dead cuz they sleep impaired
You either sheep or sheared be scared or cut to pieces
I lust for Custom Coupes with the Honey Mustard features
Butterfly doors a whore that makes Winos sober
Her beauty stunning plus she funny that's the proper order
Head nods and cat calls cuz there's props in order
Yeah I'm stunting all the world is my stage show
Hook: (Scorcese)
Dallas streets cruising round bout 4 AM
This that fly shit the type you never seen again
No minks no leather, I'm just pimpin a pen
We live that life that you wishing against
More money more power more women and shit
It's me and Alph motherfucker who you think this is?
Jeah!
Dallas streets cruising round bout 4 AM
Dallas streets cruising round bout 4 AM
Bridge: (Lakei Day)
Cruising and there ain't nothing
But all those flashing lights
Green ball is steady spinning
Those Dallas nights
Cash keeps on flowing
The wrist is full of ice
4 Am in Dallas
The breeze is feeling right
Verse: (Scorcese)
This a Gods know bounce
Me and Alph Lauren deposit large amounts
Couple bank accounts between us we race with money
Paper chase til Forbes place our wealth with Buffet
Relate to war settle scores equate our pain with Duncan
MacBeth or Mcleod score dreams, Kings we came from nothing
Now we fronting eating shrimp by the pound
Rest in peace to Chad
Overdose on Iodine, We gon meet you Chad
Bad Mamacita with the see-through bag
Relax poracita, we gon feed you damn
Ok… had to let the streets breathe
Bumping track 5 by Jeezy, I'm the street dream
Shuffle acting fancy, Bam Bam by Sister Nancy
Spin round Delany making Cameos in Candy
Grammy Family Hov restoring feelings from the stove
Up the road… from where the Mavs play
Hook:
Bridge: (Lakei Day)
Cruising and there ain't nothing
But all those flashing lights
Green ball is steady spinning
Those Dallas nights
Cash keeps on flowing
The wrist is full of ice
4 Am in Dallas
The breeze is feeling right
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5. |
Galactus
05:40
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Intro: (Scorcese)
Galactus…
Galactus…
Who is… Galactus…
Galactus…
I'm Galactus…
Verse: (Scorcese)
Doing the Dougie in Tune
To this Angel's groove
Dealt a dead man's hand
Can't salute in this saloon
Full of hot air
As your bullshit balloons
Cocooned by a smile
Barely concealing my rage
Serenades fall from Heaven's grace
It's a phase, two-stepping through the devil's cabaret
More school days, less School Daze…
If you get my meaning..
If not - sequence our rhythm til your girl swallows semen
I'm fucking around…
I got a couple questions… submit your answers
Never danced with the devil- So why you buying her drinks?
Why would a Sher Khan give a fuck what a Mufasa thinks?
You was Desert Storming, but never enlisted as a soldier?
Tasked with charming snakes… til you became COBRA?
Fucking Serpentor's…
Verse: (Scorcese)
I'm Galactus, eater of worlds covet ya earth
No Heralds involved strictly Harold's Chicken involved
10 minutes of sex three piece with mild sauce
A mild cost to treat ya ho's mouth to my mouthwash
Brush ya teeth with my unborns gone before the sun dawn
The hellspawn, Al Simmons in foul linens
The outer limits where my journey beginning
In the zone by my twilight silhouettes of hot dykes
Hot sex by the platter, tongue down her rabbit hole
Oh Lawd! I'm the Mad Hatter!
Grin so Cheshire, splurge on the Best Western
This our wonderland now take off ya WonderBra
You a House of Cards, but who Smokin Aces?
Titties trash but them yams taste like sweet potatoes
Am I wrong for whipping cream on the devil's pie
Life's a joke even Chappelle couldn't improvise
World in my palm, wrist so numb
Broad in my lap but I still don't come
Sarcasm, that's the armor of a scorned lover
Going out on my shield doing the Danny Glover
Stand before you naked, color blind and racist
Refuel my spaceship, Ronnie Fieg Asics
Beyond normal, seance with immortals
Blow dro, stronger than Kevin Sorbo
Vision Futurama, weed green like Morbo
Replaying Portal while i'm crushing Digiorno's
Laugh at jokes my damn grandpops whisper
Vivid snapshots, video vixen asshots
No love for the ratchets
Patches on my Members Only jacket
Fashion wizards casting death on other spell casters
Avada Kedavra, three tacos carne asada
Thinking bout my start and I start to get nauseous
Fight to the finish I'ma finish regardless
Shooting for the stars dodging spaceships and comets
Life shit cloud my brain, but these horns so colonic
Convert life into phonics
Fornicating to the sounds of the Isleys
Just another love TKO! I ain't Teddy Pendergrass…
I'm Blade Brown he can be ya Duncan Pinderhughes
Win or lose I'ma move the way a sinner move
With the same moves a center do
I'm Pat Ewing when his knees still worked
With both eyes on the money like a Rothstein
With low self-esteem, but I elevate
Levitate, glide like a featherweight
I inseminate non-fertile grounds
Witness the birth of an evil seed
I'm Galactus
Outro: (Scorcese)
Excuse me… but I have a public service announcement to make
I...AM..Galactus
I'm the Eater of Worlds… I'm a Demigod
I'm a smooth, laid back motherfucker
The Type to steal your bitch…
And make you pay for the meal…
Ya'mean?
I know y'all been riding with us… grooving
Understanding that this is a world.. That only a God knows
Oh! I'ma take a couple bars off… let Alph live
The incredible Alph Lauren ladies and gentleman
Scorcese Lorde Jones
Galactus
You got ya cups put em in the air…
You got your weed roll up…
You got a bad bitch… hit that shit one time
Cuz I'm….
Galactus…
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6. |
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Intro: (Scorcese)
Fundamentally...
Fundamentally sound
Stacking Chips on Record
Crushing Every Single Enemy
Verse: (Scorcese)
It's like Duncan and Ginobili… Hold Up
It's like freebase and heroin made me drug dealer Kobe
Going on award tours celebrate accomplishments
Even in retirement lettuce cheese my condiments
Those are euphemisms Shells a black superhero
Robbing the poor applaud the champagne Azure
The Genie blue seats, Apu on the wheel
Dealer granted three wishes damn I'm so real
I'm Prince Ali I'm Prince mixed with Ali
I rest in peace, resurrect now you can crown me king
I'm the king of the Knock Knock shotgun to ya nose shit
Three goonies flipping with a mask like Psycosis
I'm Pentagon Jr pimping in the Uber
Plot on armed robberies for Lucci Imma Luchadore
Wrestle with my conscious
Sharks in the water but they share hot stock tips
Thankfully a wolf knows how to swim
Currently these currents go scorcese drowning in sin
Simply put, a nigga putting ass to foot
Are you talking cash shit or speaking out ya tush?
I don't need the karma su to slide dick in ya boo
Putting numbers on the board and I ain't have to shoot
My passes Ricky Rubio beware in the post
Trying to blow keeping one eye open, I'm Bazooka Joe
I'm Nate Dogg on Next Episode fly
Ready to Die dream BIG while you riding the pine
Look at ya size, I'm NBA bound you in the Rec League
Stick up kid destiny, Drug dealer recipe
Swagger like the Mack I time walked through the 70's
This a Hustler's thesis
This is how you survive in the Belly of the Beast that eats us
Verse: (VodKa)
I might jam you, 2-3 Tim & Manu
Or play man and I'll spin move the handle
Really what I'm saying is I'ma 28 gram you
Gimme 20 or 21 back Tim & Manu
I ran the streets with the torch you lit ya candle
You wasn't off of the porch and I was randle
Really what I'm saying it was a lot of bird's handled
In Hell's Kitchen, 1212 skinnies same cabinet as the dishes
My grandma's upstairs eating chitlins
My uncle in the basement getting busy
The ruler two twenty five the stove on 350
On the graveyard shift like a vampire bit me
I was in the van with the Rambo blicky
On a crash dummy mission straight to the penitentiary
Black clouds, full moon getting tricky
With a jason mask on in a room fulla hippies
To all my bitches slipping hating niggas mickies
We gon toast the champagne but I'ma drink the whiskey
Behind the back pass and a layup on the chippy
Really what I'm saying is I passed off the winnings
180 30's, four 0's a trip to Jersey
2 hours, one goal let's get this money
5 girls, two cars, one car dirty
Bankrolls, two hundred and fifty 20's
10 points, um… well 9 I'm getting Thirsty
They ain't wavy I said they channel surfing
360 tint he 17 and he 6'10
Run the graveyard shift from 10 - 10
When he should been in the gym doing 6 inches
He 60 bundles a day in the trenches
He thinking bout benzes, he ain't thinking bout getting suspended
I ended it with what you wanna be he said Timmy
Or Manny, but he in prison.. He in prison...
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Intro (Scorcese)
Boom Boom
Money
Boom Boom
Power
Boom Boom
Zipsquad
Hook (Scorcese)
Wells Fargo, B.O.A
We stack paper til the day that we D.O.A
D.E.A, FBI
We only fear the RICO so til the day we die
We Do it BIG, BIG, we do it BIG (Get Money)
We Do it BIG, BIG, we do it BIG (Get Money)
We Do it BIG, BIG, we do it BIG (Get Money)
We Do it BIG, BIG, we do it BIG (Get Money)
Verse: (BIGSPITGAME)
Been had skills, D'usse’ spill Lil Mama on the Pill
I'm bout to chase a hunnid mil Til a nigga winded
Time is money holla at ya when I get a minute
Hey time is money and that clock gon keep on ticking innit
We got it clicking formed a plan and it was implemented
Black suburban she said she swore it look like big was in it
A bit pretentious bitch there better not be no hits for niggas
Aye life is short but the clips extended
In the commission, you ask for permission
The Pyrex visionary kings of the kitchen
Scratch it if you itching baby bring me your addiction
Syringe sold separately, parts and accessories
Got on my suit and tie for my date with destiny
Told niggas my next play we gon kill the game and rest in peace
Bucks county, 100, absolutely definitely
215 since I been alive and I'll be that til the death of me
Before he takes my breath from me I submit my legacy
you gon feel my energy long after life ends for me
Say so much more of you if you think any less of me
If you ain't got no check for me you ain't even gotta check for me
I promise…
Hook
Verse: (Scorcese)
Gold plated desert eaze make you shit in ya drawls nigga
Try to wrestle end up paralyzed like Droz nigga
Ghetto supastar trying to score like Pras nigga
Prada, Gucci, Louis closet look like the mall nigga
Ball like Gasol nigga, young chris paul nigga
Quick to the point I'm the one they anoint
Bitch niggas start to shiver real niggas rejoice
Cuz they recognize a Reagan-era baby, hustler's spirit
Less than 10% cut, so the customers cheer it
We chop it and bag it the prodigal savage
We uh, copping them ladders for the coppas and rattas
Who uh, wanna lock and harass us, so we rock and roll
Live on a prayer I'm Bon Jovi with two rollies
Dope boys watch the Dope boys watch
The trapper of the year watch me claim this spot
The Ex marks it, from the block to the red carpet
Broke in the womb but rich when I my coffin
Cuz I'd rather die enormous than live dormant
Rather spend my life in a cage then turn informant
Hook
Verse: (Sandman)
Yero, Cannon!
I do it BIG my ten crack commandments
Long kiss goodnight the cops they can't stand it
Don't move me, I cook it til the oils is juicy
They don't love you, go by the everyday struggle
For them flaudrent ass fakers who paying that ransom?
They dead wrong, fuck them haters, we players the anthem
Get money and more on top of that
Mo money mo problems shit I can handle that
Me and my troops Bally shoes and suits, Gimme the loot
Come for mine and somebody gotta die
I don't party or bullshit, things done changed
It's either me and bitch, or a skitz fulla things
Cooking CREAM, I ain't selling no raw, bust it down
Bag it up, tag it up till they kick in the door
If it isn't the law they getting hit with the sawed
Off, fuck you mean pussy? you niggas bleed just like us
That's all I'm just playing, Cannons, Inc just do it BIG
Ya'll dudes just playing
running ya mouths ready to die just scream
Until what I wanted you find out what's beef
That's Cannons on Inc
Hook
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Intro: (Scorcese)
Yo Yo Yo
Yo yo Yo
You know I can't sing right?
Thank you… it's been a bit of a journey but
This is the world only gods know
Verse: (Scorcese)
Poetry and guns, the crooked life of pablo
Prince of the trash heap, forgotten like Sabo
Excited by the scribes that exist within the cosmos
Cosplay with god's sipping vodka in the condo
Old school consoles, we sinning with the saints
Go to war with the zealots, they eating I ain't
Relics relishing they steak but my stakes is high
So I butcher the strip but I must insist that I stay fly
Song cry holy moly holy hovitos aged
The vibes of young hosito bearing crosses across the stage
Just play my part a young martyr popping pills
Two stepping with the ratchet I'm swinging, Serena Will
Holding court serving white like Sharapova
We wild like Minnesota, smoother than Kenneth Cole is
Bogus emotions got me lusting after FLOTUS
Floating on a kush cloud, focused, chasing greatness
Just like the Gorgon chased Jason… face it…
Outro: (Scorcese)
Poetry and guns
Ballads and bullets
Sonnets and scopes
Haikus and Handguns
Welcome to a world
That only Gods know
Alpha...
Scorcese...
Let's go...
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9. |
A World Only Gods Know
04:30
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Intro: (Scorcese)
What the World Know
Bout what them God's Know
What the World Know
Bout what them God's Know
What the World Know
Bout what them God's Know
What the World Know
Bout what them God's Know
Verse: (Scorcese)
Waking up give a fuck for what?
Too damn early for a papercut
Glass half full but it's a paper cut
Pride a leaky faucet never trust a lawman
Why impede the progress of a starving artist
Make ya head spin like Petey Pablo
When you read the bible you perceive the lies too?
Or do you believe all the dreams they tied to?
You Izzy ass Fake, or Drizzy ass Drake?
Emotions is ghost but it's cool cuz you relate
Like play cousins but hey cousin
How it feel to rule the world but aint save nothin
Bunch of Light Yagami's niggas type punani
Worse type of ramen in some tight pajamas
I'm Sifo Dias, Fly Adidas,
Got a warrior's features, trying to clone my genius
Got ya bitch doing yoga sipping lime-a-ritas
I'm John Cena way I hit that twat
Might botch the move but I'ma hit that spot
Finger scrape the sky nigga fuck the cops
I'm a cloud surfer, cloud kicker sipping dark liquor
I'm a foul nigga in a tailspin
Bounce from the crash like well then
I'm blasphemous, cancerous, half-a-pound of cheap cannabis
World is a pyrex when I whip my wrist
Move crack like the surface split, so copernicus
Cuz the world spin around while the sun shine
Hope dashed like a bad 40 time at the combine
Hoes ass bout the size something I can't describe
What a time to be alive
What a time to be alive
What a time to be alive
Hey
Hook: (Scorcese)
Bricks in the Suitcase
staring at the lord's face
Lungs filled with all that dro
Fiends wanting more based
Gotta keep my kids safe
This the only world gods know
You ever wake up feel your life been paused
Under pressure like a diamond but can't hide your flaws
My nigga, pour up
Roll up, smoke up
This is a world that only gods know
Bridge: (Scorcese)
Back to sleep what the fuck was that?
Life so blackish gimme a laugh track
One traffic stop damn I'm a hashtag
Shame it's a crime being a black man
Damn
Verse: (Scorcese)
Sacrifices for the pain provided
Forced to walk earth as a race divided
So i rage in silence as I parade in violence
Stole truth from a leper got repaid in kindness
Ain't no plus or minus just lust vagina
Trust is a blanket? nigga fuck u Linus
Insecurity here like party favors
Or souvenirs in the atmosphere
But back to incompetence lack of accomplishments
War within my ID lost a battle to my confidence
Super ego to the rescue, so Freudian
In a quiet panic who let the noise in
Pick ya poison, be a serf in heaven or a ruler in hell
I choose nada, the devil wear prada,
and shells can't afford that, Ghetto rorschach
Black Lorax, trying to understand america like Borat
Stay woke you fucking snorlax, kicks like forbath
Words are weapons nobody can't avoid that
Pierce through hearts my tongue plenty sharp
Fuck R&R I ain't weary enough to rest
In the corner like Revis but too leary to press
Stay depressed or the talons of regret become stress
Life shitty choices which stink the best
Hold ya nose and take the plunge young dolph lundgren
Feeling like RZA when the feds bust in
It's all or nothing nigga go straight like...
Outro: (Scorcese)
Bricks in the suitcase
Lord's face
Fiend's wanting more base
Kid's safe
You ever wake up feel your life been paused
Under pressure like a diamond but can't hide our flaws
My nigga… pour up
Roll up
Smoke up
This is a world that only gods know
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Hook: (Brian Ennals)
Riding Down the Highway
Ash flicking sideways
Dreaming through the radio
I know I gotta get somewhere somehow
But I ain't got no place to go
Angels in the clouds, Jesus in my loud
Hell's heat right up underneath me
Looked up in the mirror and all that I can see
Is I'm the only thing that can defeat me
Verse: (Brian Ennals)
Walking real slow past the liquor store window
Starting to see my fathers features creeping in a lil
Thinking to myself in if the revolution come
I'm screaming to my girl like "Annie, Get ya Gun!"
Cancer and oxygen fight for space in my lungs
We raise men to be evil I don't' want no Sons
Dreaming bout riches, waking up before I get it
They want you two ways - nigger rich or timid
Barely talk to my fam I don't get too close
Because before you know it you talking to ghosts
The city purge the heaven's clouds when I drive
Sometimes immortal, sometimes want suicide
Electric paddle on my heart thats wrapped on my sleeve
This high is 74 degrees with a light breeze
Trying to figure out why I'm in pain
Or why my mans in his parents house with needles stuck in his veins
Hook
Verse (Scorcese)
Misery's opportunity, You either wolf or sheep
For real, my nigga it's nothing new to me
You can keep ya scrutiny
Another nail my coffin but the world's keeps screwing me
Marching to a different drummer, cadence got me goose stepping
Necklace like a noose on the news after 7
Nothing but violence, destruction, Trump's daily eruptions
Daily nights in the ghetto fights, fucking, and cussing
No parallels or just playing possum
Either stay woke or get Freddie Grayed, nothing else to say
We in the Hood like it's Fish Fry Fridays
Goodbye to the Bad Guy, smoking, take the pain away
Whisper sweet-n-nothings during cunninglingus
Emotions like bad puns, shells a cunning linguist
Human Rubix Cube, known to stump a genius
Stumble through my thesis, thimble full of reason
Only reason you alive still breathing… I mean it..
Hook
Verse: (Sir Michael Rocks)
I'm in Hawaii once again
Just cut me in or cut me I'm a nigga
I'm a mack
If that's your man then give him something that's gon make a grand
And if he bring that money back and stack in ya hand
Then that's ya homie
I swear to god I never let a broad come between me and my squad
Y'all my niggas on my mummy
And I'll never wear a wire on my guys
I'll take it to the grave and they'll do the same for me
Cartier purple frame boomerangs on me
I started teeing up and the computers changed on me
Ahhhhh… R.I.P to all my haters mane
Scratch em, uh huh nigga you know
Do you for the free, and you know where we be
Scratch em ,uh huh nigga, you know
And you know who we be, we do you for the free
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Angels Ft. Brian Ennals
04:03
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Intro: (Scorcese)
Crooked Halo
Dirty Wings
Robe Muddy
Sandals Cruddy
Verse: (Scorcese)
Your love don't exist like Chris Broussard sources
Whirlwind relationship left us both nauscus
Cautious, it all falls down no Kanye
Or Michael Douglas stop fronting like Eazy Duz It
Ain't no future when you focus on ya past
Astronaut status in the stars where I land
Shazam! The genie in the bottle was the bigger lie
It disappeared, like Puffy did in hypnotize
I hear your lies but over there lies the truth
I stand tall on my words like my name was Luke
Skywalk, two live I semper fi then simplify
And flip a fraction flim-flam I'm flabbergasted
You struck a nerve like bad dentists you bastard bitch
I hope you die and they burn the casket you buried in
Cesarean emotions, beware the Ides of March
This tidal wave wash away the castaways of hearts
Hook: (Scorcese)
I'm just an Angel with a filthy soul
Angel with a filthy soul
Angel with a filthy soul
Angel with a filthy soul
Angel with a filthy soul
Angel with a filthy soul
Angel with a filthy soul
Angel with a filthy soul
Verse: (Brian Ennals)
Floating in the whip trying to see what these hoes bring
Ass cheeks, coke lines, bitches with nose rings
God a hating nigga always was always will be
Sent me out the clouds cuz he too pussy to kill me
White Jesus, Black God soul dripping black tar
Texas Tea murder sprees, stained white tees
No cleaning with detergent, drink liquor with serpents
Orgies with ogres, searching for my purpose
Hit the surface every century, nothing's ever meant to be
She stuffed her tongue down my throat and told me pussy serenity
I'm narcissistic Gabriel but ain't fell yet
The bars was lifted it was written but we ain't hell yet
Devil's advocate for savages who having it
Walking through Heaven with all of hell's magistrate
Created the Mayans, invented the mud
But i'd rather hold ya titty than a grudge, what...
Verse: (Scorcese)
Bitch ya pussy smell like lukewarm dumpster juice
Vamoose, when these chickens come home to roost
Moose knuckles and cameltoes I'm an animal
A carnivore but wouldn't touch you with a sharpened board
A common source of animus like a slitted wrist
Under scalding liquid, bitter like liquorice
Liquored up, bumping Brian Ennals 'Papercuts'
America the Brave so sublime I seanced pain
Paranormal activity - Love is all we got!
Roll the dice, poltergeist my heart is polar ice
So precise, it's hard to pinpoint how I came to life
Just to scribble these "fuck yous!" in the blood of Christ
Fuck communion, fuck you for assuming
Facades fade to black you rat, Flowers for Algernon
Now smarten up dummy - no games like Avalon
But ashes to ashes we all burn now
Hook
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Verse: (Scorcese)
Demon on my shoulder, promise me the globe
Promise me the kingdom if I sold my soul
If it glitters call it gold I see the sun shining
They call him Lucifer, God's trusted angel
Who saw the jig first, now he he tempting humans
Now he tempting me, raging like Akuma
Said money's no object, fame that's no process
Have it overnight, plus unite all the masses
You can be a Trump, you can be a Clinton
You can commute the wave god's life sentence
The world in your palm what he whisper in my ear
The Khaleesi giving neck, Iron throne be ya chair
The queen of dragons, the king of kings
Just submit to me, money never be a thing
You'll be a Jay-Z, never Jermaine Dupri
So fuck ya lemonade, here's a sweet tea
I sniffed the coke and smile as I pondered his offer
Than I grabbed the money bag as I walked to the coffers
Hook: (Scorcese)
It's Hell on Earth
Whose checks are gonna clear first?
My conscious is frontline
And my enemy is one time
I ain't gotta tell you… it's right in front of your eyes
It's Hell on Earth
Whose checks are gonna clear first?
My conscious is frontline
And my enemy is one time
I ain't gotta tell you… it's right in front of your eyes
Verse: (Killer Mike)
Welcome to hell where you are welcome to sell
A priceless soul for fame and cheap gold
European cars elite and freak hoes
The kush cloud ya mind the caine will geek ya nose
The devil got his arm on my palm I feel warm
He told that he first met me in the womb of my mom
He told me he could make me a Bush or a Saddam
He told me he could make it so men can't do me harm
He told me he could lift me up high and give me greatness
All I had to do was submit and bow to Satan
I'm feeling like Keanu in scenes of Devil's Advocate
Pressure cause my pockets dead broke, mom on Dialysis
Hell on Earth and remaining an angel is too challenging
So I'm riding down the highway to Hell in Dodge Challenger
Hook
Verse: (Pastor Troy)
Devil on my shoulder, Jesus in my heart
I gotta be smart this world will rip your ass apart
So I start where I end I end where I begin
In this world of sin smoking strong, drinking Gin
My friends, my enemies do I really need em?
They move in the dark but my night vision see em
Running from the police I ain't with that
First two steps they shoot ya ass in the back
For that - I carry that Mac keep it concealed
God telling me don't do it he know I will
So I chill get my license back jump back in my whip
Put the blunt between my lips and I dip
Flip to another day and time when my life ain't on the line
You live for the Devil or the divine… Yeah…
Cuz even sinners got prices
That's why I'm trying to deal with all my vices
Hook
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13. |
Why I Hate My Momma
04:49
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Verse: (Scorcese)
Mama, Mama I had to write
had to fight, I'm a fighter
Let's go twelve rounds don't think about it
Let me speak my peace ain't no shame about it
Hate you cause you should have quit
Flushed me away I'm a piece of shit
Washed your hands but you never did
Now I'm pissed as fuck from all the shame I get
Hate you cause you love me, that love is unconditional
The charges, the fuck ups that love still unconditional
I know I'm sounding cynical, but how I'm supposed to match this?
Almost died at six months but you save me from a casket
Chicken pox, sickle cell, grand theft auto in a county jail
You was right there and I mean right there
Now I'm living my worst nightmare
Cancer cells, chemo treatments
Blind to your pain but you see no evil
Going insane while you sleep so peaceful
Ask me to pray but that seem so fecal
But I, losing you wasn't worth my pride
I held my tongue when you met my eyes
Let you speak then I mumbled amen
As you went back to sleep I just started thinking
Hook: (Scorcese)
Wrote a letter to my mama, tell her why I hate her
Said I know you love, always used to say this
Why settle for average? You could be the greatest
All I bought was sadness, you never repaid it
Tell me why I'm worth it? Swear I'm feeling worthless
Know I don't deserve you, but this whole world do
Oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why
Why I hate my Mama...
Verse: (Scorcese)
Sacrifice, Sacrifice used to complain about eggs and rice
Cube steak was a gourmet meal
she flipped and chopped no samurai
In the dark you candlelight, First bundle you found that
Kicked me out, that’s aight, 30th street, long nights
Two jobs, no sleep, sacrifice for my prom night
But I tricked em all, I tricked it all
Shopping spree, I spent it all
Kiss lemme see that scale cuz
Gotta weigh all the pain I caused
We gon make it off the strength of you
Shoulder loads like it's ten of you
Times ten, times ten, triple that number
Then times ten
These ain't lyrics they real life
Painting these pictures no still life
But there's still nights when I lay awake
Whole christmas on layaway
Two more payments you laid off
Bounced back, made a way
Took a charge no fadeaway
Now bills due, our rents due
Your selfish son just steals from you
All because he fiends for new pairs of shoes
Fuck up after fuck up but my Mama's love is still proof
Fuck up after fuck up but my Mama's love is still proof
Hook
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14. |
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Intro: (Big Rube)
You already know what it is…
Alpha…
That boy Scorcese…
This is a World Only Gods Know...
Verse: (Scorcese)
Goodbye life, goodbye to my seeds
Hope I watered your strengths, nurtured your dreams
Hope I, provide understanding, tried to be a better man
Proof in the pudding grab the spoon from the devil's hand
Dig in, just desserts to display your worth
My main course was diverted no my hungers worse
Reminded, times I hunted through my mother's purse
Appetite destructive - but I'm built to serve
Naive - thought my career and my degrees
Could nullify the emptiness
Jealousy she's a petty bitch
swing and miss at love
Buckled by the very pitch - a curveball
You don't understand ya'll
Running from my pain with my mutherfucking pants off
I passed off depression with obsession
Ironic how I teach but never learned the lesson
No difference- between the weed and the Lord's blessing
Divorce religion, embrace my kids
Full circle came back to them
In the cave they the light
Young plato when I grip the mic, y'all niggas scary spice
Old washed up dancing bitches, never pose for pictures
I'm supposed to be the one you don't need descriptions
Hook: (Scorcese)
Ain't no hook on this bitch I just wanna say Goodbye Life
And ain't no love in this bitch I just wanna say Goodbye Life
Celebrate your wins, learn from your losses
Die small time or become a Colossus
Goodbye Life
Good...bye… life
Verse: (Scorcese)
Apologizes in order, to my aborted daughter
If it was up to me you would breathe
Comfortably
Feel ya touch like a summer breeze
If you existed at all, I'd prolly be a better me
Only ghost I ever claimed to see
Goodbye Life, this next line for Speez
Pursuing perfection paralyzes, Time waits for no man
You a demigod, the world in your hands
Be a skyscraper -penthouse, never the basement
Ya talent is a gift to share never waste it
Mama said glimpse the future reach for it, embrace it
But rushing leads to tragedy so have patience
hard to pace a spaceship when you hungry
Or bit of more than you can chew…
You'll catch that later in a quiet moment, this is my atonement
This a violent bonus...
This ain't alpha to omega this is Alpha x Scorcese
Break: (Big Rube)
Sometimes you the bug and sometimes you the windshield
Sometimes you feel you walking dead you shoulda been killed
Think its cool to say shit got real nigga it’s been real
Played yourself making monkey ass moves you shoulda been still
The chance remains to break the chains of ignorance that still binds you
To the weight of all your sorrows and the darkness in your heart that blinds you
So truth’s light can illuminate and elevate your mind too
And strengthen your resolve to put the worst in life behind you
And say goodbye to an existence of sadness and depression
Joyless days, restless nights, hopelessness and missing blessings
What’s the lesson? The path of least resistance causes weakness
Turns the strongest, most aggressive of us into the meekest
To say ‘Goodbye Life’ doesn’t mean you saying goodbye to living
What it means is we can no longer accept simply existing
Hook
Verse: (Scorcese)
My day 1s ain't my A1s, fucking serpents look what they become
It ain't these fucking drugs got my brain so numb
It was you and only you, supposed to be crew
Supposed to be gang… fake hugs and handshakes, got me going insane
Cuz I shoulda felt it, that shift was seismic
We split over nothing
Humpty Dump niggas never on top
Quick to fall when the pressures on
Can't put this back together, guess thems the breaks
So lemme stop… lemme off
Y'all niggas screwed like a bottle cap
Wins coming out my pores lemme bottle that
Fast lane dip the curves lemme throttle that
Did the right thing nigga where my karma at?
Told Alph winner's circle where we stopping at
We tighter than a stocking cap, police still harass us
Niggas turning caspers, all we got is us
A World only Gods Know, All we got is us
Zips til my heart cold, all we got is trust
Plus... Place my bust next to Biggie, Sean P & Prodigy
If it's gotta be it's gotta be
Force of Nature, Firm Philosophy
Probably…
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