You can hear it in my bars.
You can hear it in my bars. Open scars that need stitches! Never been treated. Forever getting heated. Forever pushed a side. Good vibes, will get deleted. You can hear it in my bars. Open scares that need stitches. Always needing love, when yhe Fam is fiends and thugs. Always getting swept under the rug, till we erupt! Blast the steel in, the roof top, passed the ceiling. Mass appealing. see! I'll be that man that stands never had to squeal it. My speech on these beats, cause massive feelings. MC's produce G's like Maximilien, and Daddy Warbucks. Grown women all enchanted, dancing on the tour bus. Never took short cuts, so the road's been long. I keep holding on. From the streets of Fort Green to the coast of San Juan. Imma freak it, in Tim's, Guess jeans, and a sheepskin. Rock mic's on the weekend. Speaking like Bane. Feel the heat in your face. Hit your brains with a thesis. What if me and the streets, combine our genius, out your speakers. Bust your woofers. Representing thugs and pushers. Punks and boogers. Mean mugs, get cheap love from deep buns on hookers. Brooklyn's on the map, bring back to the beginning, with a grand slam in the tenth inning. Bread winning You can hear it in my bars. Open scars that need stitches! Never been treated. Forever getting heated. Forever pushed a side. Good vibes will get deleted. You can hear it in my bars. Open scares that need stitches. Always needing love. All day feeding scubs. Always getting shoved under the rug, till we erupt! I love gold rings on fingers, Harley chrome Springer's. Mind blowing rhythms, that becomes club bangers, Sick minded singers, that write humdingers, and cause broads to lose their minds, like rumspringa, or October fest. Having hot yoga sex, with pot smoking chicks, that got no respect. Causing Maylay! Payley backflip kick, split your mainframe. Fucking up your brainwaves. Have you single mayday! That's the fame game. Out shine the sun and the moon. Poetic credits a super star, but I'm still just a goon. Grey clouds loom. It's reality, drowning in bullet wounds. Soon to find doom. Signed by tycoons. While im just trying to survive, the gun fire at high noon. You can hear it in my bars. Open scars that need stitches! Never been treated. Forever getting heated. Forever pushed a side. Good vibes, will get deleted. You can hear it in my bars. Open scares that need stitches. Always needing love. All day feeding scrubs. Always getting shoved under the rug, till we erupt!
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You can hear it in my bars. Open scars that need stitches! Never been treated. Forever getting heated. Forever pushed a side. Good vibes, will get deleted. You can hear it in my bars. Open scares that need stitches. Always needing love, when yhe Fam is fiends and thugs. Always getting swept under the rug, till we erupt! Blast the steel in, the roof top, passed the ceiling. Mass appealing. see! I'll be that man that stands never had to squeal it. My speech on these beats, cause massive feelings. MC's produce G's like Maximilien, and Daddy Warbucks. Grown women all enchanted, dancing on the tour bus. Never took short cuts, so the road's been long. I keep holding on. From the streets of Fort Green to the coast of San Juan. Imma freak it, in Tim's, Guess jeans, and a sheepskin. Rock mic's on the weekend. Speaking like Bane. Feel the heat in your face. Hit your brains with a thesis. What if me and the streets, combine our genius, out your speakers. Bust your woofers. Representing thugs and pushers. Punks and boogers. Mean mugs, get cheap love from deep buns on hookers. Brooklyn's on the map, bring back to the beginning, with a grand slam in the tenth inning. Bread winning You can hear it in my bars. Open scars that need stitches! Never been treated. Forever getting heated. Forever pushed a side. Good vibes will get deleted. You can hear it in my bars. Open scares that need stitches. Always needing love. All day feeding scubs. Always getting shoved under the rug, till we erupt! I love gold rings on fingers, Harley chrome Springer's. Mind blowing rhythms, that becomes club bangers, Sick minded singers, that write humdingers, and cause broads to lose their minds, like rumspringa, or October fest. Having hot yoga sex, with pot smoking chicks, that got no respect. Causing Maylay! Payley backflip kick, split your mainframe. Fucking up your brainwaves. Have you single mayday! That's the fame game. Out shine the sun and the moon. Poetic credits a super star, but I'm still just a goon. Grey clouds loom. It's reality, drowning in bullet wounds. Soon to find doom. Signed by tycoons. While im just trying to survive, the gun fire at high noon. You can hear it in my bars. Open scars that need stitches! Never been treated. Forever getting heated. Forever pushed a side. Good vibes, will get deleted. You can hear it in my bars. Open scares that need stitches. Always needing love. All day feeding scrubs. Always getting shoved under the rug, till we erupt!
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Thanks for all the kind words. I don't get enough plays to be a hit maker, but I will always try and spit heat to keep the talented on their toes. we should always strive to push each other. It brings out the best in a competitive nature.
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