[Verse 1: Kirk Knight]

…Can see through the conspiracies and through the empties minds

Plans with my mans, from astrals to France to Ams’

And the ones you call dance with the kids

That’s why I can’t slip up, or have a miscarriage, like football

My Bulls this season, who couldn’t ball?

[Verse 2: Dirty Sanchez]

The dankest haze and some expensive J's

Got a French maid, made to swank the braids

Baby, I'm a renegade, call me Che Guevara with a red beret

Now we blendin' jade, seeing numbers like a Yellow Page

Asian shorty with the slimmest tights

You could spend the night, and I could see what kind of shit you like

I'mma hit the dutch, you could get the pipe

Just to get the record straight, she spits on my mic

Bamboos like smoking it twice

47 blunts passed, I never choked in my life

I hope it's alright, me and STEEZ is poking your wife

I get the purple, mix it with sprite

Visions of indigo nights, uh, that's why they call me dirty

Don't even try to throw no curve in this baller's derby

12 grams in this canister

We opened up a can of worms, now we only chirping at these birds if they dumb and flirty

Uh

[Verse 3: Joey Bada$$]

What a young nigga to do? Little yout trying to figure the bigger truth

Fed up with little proof, hopped off this stoop and cocked this deuce

Adopted by the street life, moms was juice and riches

Pops was tools he lifted, son of a gun, put fools in ditches

Raised well, time went on and he aged well

At age 12, dropped a twelve gauge and two A-12’s

When I blaze this L, see niggas who ain't obey the style

So they spray shells and tool-grade's the cells

He remain swell, but you can tell that life that was once difficult

Got flipped like reciprocals

He retired the days in which he booted slaves and caught up in

Fusillades, and now he gets induced whenever music plays

But that's just a day in the life

You can say it ain't right, weak cats get dismayed in a night

Get this made in a night

You can say it ain't right

But that's just a day in the life

[Break: CJ Fly]

Check, check!

Fly!

[Verse 4: CJ Fly]

Yo, ever since I was a snot-nose

I grew up close to Kosciusko, got mad hoes that got mad low

If you had known, same wars sneaking through back doors

With they backs on

My bad yo, bet you got played like banjo's

I admit it, I'm an asshole

Mess your day up like bad jokes, or bad Joe, no bad show

I think it's best you know, five o's, El Diablo

Keep one eye closed till your shine grows your fine soul

The pines roll and my minds blown

I meditate to elevate into another fucking time zone

Fly in the astral planes, but still, I have to train

If no one gets the picture, then that must mean that you can't be framed

I know you think that life is sweet, sweet

Living in these streets, streets

When you see blood up on the concrete

Been working on these projects, and these projects where I'm from

Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn, life ain't promised where I'm from

[Verse 5: Kirk Knight]

From the block to the block, keeping heaters shunned

Like the chromosomes losing ends, the cells gone wrong

All I see is D-boys tryna hold it down

While I'm in the lab, tryna take the crown

Puffin’ loud, coughing at the most high, I don't wanna see a coffin

At most fear, ‘til I hit the fucking office

Sign me up, then I'm off this, I'm tryna be a prophet

I done heard niggas lost it

Yo, STEELO!

[Verse 6: Capital STEEZ]

Emancipated from mental slavery

That's word to my Rastas

Cell block mind so I got my head locked up

My third eye chakra was blocked

The flash from the cops made us indigo

Path that I followed, that's word to my father

Watch a babylon pass, got a stash in the basketball pants

Got enough fire to light up a whole camp

I an I never thought I inspired a grown Man

So progression is the basis, eleven different phases

The faces of the Moon cause the Earth to start shaking

They said it's our world for the taking

So I'mma win it all for my girl, and my bacon

Lately I been thinking, since it's up dried like raisins

And the system's like buds when we break it

A slim foundation with undeveloped seeds in the middle

That's why they really need a individual...

[Verse 7: A La $ole]

Boom-baps, spiggity splat, man, I'm ill with the raps

Move caps and naps when I…

Check, pulling the mash, cash, stack like a mil in a half

You niggas can’t match my craft, so, just relax

Before we make you niggas straight run, I don't play guns

But I spit straight bullets like I ate some

Who gone shake 'em, none of y'all can pace 'em

Never been defeated, better tell ‘em “Break a leg, son”

You know the God stay pipe broads and write bars

I make rappers fall easy on the mic brawl

I know life hard, better check if your mind is right

Despite the trife, no brother can step inside my sight

I leave them lights out, no Edison, I'm better than

When I set it in, I shift then cause a weatherin'

Fuck your settings man, I’m just out for dead presidents

Rush more loot to my wallet, then light the clematis

[Verse 8: Joey Bada$$]

These niggas ain't ready for a global shift in paradigm

Life's a gamble, need my own pair of dice this time

All I ask is for friends without parasitic minds

But that's as seldom as Paris city crimes

They don’t wanna see me eat, they feeding of my vibe

Rations of pride depleting them inside when they sleep

See I don't mind sharing mines cuz the sun shines

Through my sheer white blinds, what I really need sometimes

A little, light to spark through the darkness

Because this glory road ain't always to bright for artists

Especially when you encounter a carcass

Like, "Damn, life's a bitch, and that bitch ain't even barking"

They ask me how I do it, I don't really plan it

Let it flow organic, plus the flow is all granite

No grammatical errors in the conglomerate era

No time for setbacks cause we all on to the better

[Break: Joey Bada$$, Dirty Sanchez & CJ Fly]

Cause we on to the better

Dirty Sanchez

It’s the Brooklyn representative…

Check!

[Verse 9: CJ Fly]

I'm opening up my chakras; it's potent enough I chop it

I'm pointing out all impostors plotting to block my commas, trying to calm us

Down, but it ain't happening, we mad as shit

Still managing, girl can I bust if I got cannabis?

A half a zip could have her pants unzipped

Ain't enough romantic shit, so don't be sadden if you couldn't have a kiss

I'm still a bastard kid with blackened lips; I'm still a

Pacifist, but if you ask for it, then I could pass a fist

You don't smoke -ism, I'll introduce you, not a buddah

Abuser, feel like a Bad Boy when I take two puffs, I and I

Be stoned so Mary Jane is like Medusa, had keys

For dough, would have thought he was a super, but that's when I grew up

To realize I'm in a place to be

Made vacancy and still the emcee, they know they can't see, we part of the

Resistance, we'll fix things, we’ll fix it…

Ha ha

[Verse 10: Rokamouth]

Not too soon, the chill ass goon on the microphone (Woo!)

When I spit, too cool, these niggas don’t know

I be so cold, [?], it’s that new kind of flow

And I’m only out for dough, that means the green

Cause they see me stepping up on the scene

It’s that Beast Coast team, and they know what we mean

Feel me? I’m out for that [?]

Ready for that real hip-hop that be bumping through your system

Bumping like it’s nothing, nigga, you see my whole team stunting

Yeah, we keep on coming like, it’s nothing, coming right through you

Like a pack of wolves running through, it’s gonna be vicious

My niggas coming so delicious

On that beat, then we beat it up

Beat it up, [?], give up the panties, we just…

[Verse 11: Capital STEEZ]

It’s the same old hundreds jeans, just another teen

The beard kinda scruffy, so I refuse to cut it clean

Dark chocolate, but it's colored green

Forty ounces, red lipsticks, and yellow submarines

We headlinin' like tape-ups

Lady cops are flashing headlights like a-cups

And Kirk said them hipster girls…

Hold up, shit…

Uh, I got 'em askin' what I'm gon' do next

Probably find me ridin' with McFly on that photo jet

Why I ain't go solo yet?

I don't know, I just ain't plan to lose my homies for no wrote off checks

But, damn, we still ain't make a cent

'Bout to leave high school and mom's gotta pay the rent

Plus she climbin' out of major debt

So, it shows that you never too old to take baby steps

But I was used to them hard lessons

This rap shit came along as a odd blessing

My best man told me "Aim for the stars, brethren

I'll be ridin' shotty, so start revvin' them car engines"

From Illmatic to Villematic, dance songs pop, but real rappers is still at it

I don't even think a deal matter, 'cause when the fame come, you just another pill addict

And, that's a genre that I refuse to represent

The next option is rendezvous with elegance

If your collar's blue, you're probably used to standing at a desk for eight hours

And opted out to sellin' bricks

And then come selfishness

But I don't plan to quit until every single shelf is hit

And when I try to pull myself to quit, I'm more in it for fans than I'm in it for me

"Yo, STEEZ, you know you nice dawg, you killin' them beats and

I'm really wishin' I could send you a beat, and you need to get on some industry beats

And that girl you wrote a song, is she lettin' you..?"

[Verse 12: A La $ole]

Well, it's the miggity-mack daddy, bringing the boom up in your system

Sickest nigga in the village, rhythm flowing like a river

Making ‘em shiver, sending chills down they spine and liver

Hello, Mr. Soul Spitter, what can I get ya?

That player list arithmetic, physic shit that'll split they bridges

Crossing over like the point guard, maybe even Fisher

While I’m fishing for the nets, getting in your bed is your filet mignon

Um, a nigga just wanna bone

'Til I see she screamin' that harmony

We teachin' them two steps, I'm teachin' choreography

Pardon me, I'm supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

Nastier than Nas, is sicker than yo' halitosis

This rap shit, I body the mostest

Killing marrows, was splitting seas like a nigga was Moses, nigga, we own this

I roam around, like a nigga was Caesar

Taking virginities, willingly, cause a nigga we seize her

Man, it's a damage with promatic Spanish

[Break: Kirk Knight & Joey Bada$$]

Let me slow it down for you one time

Yo, rags to riches, rags to riches

I get mad bitches, get mad bitches

Groupies get their hearts diminished

Start to finish, start to finish

[Verse 13: Kirk Knight]

Tangles and star banglers

Astral projecting—

Hold up, let me start again

When I freestyle, a nigga tryna get a vision

All these niggas tryna get you, yo, get off my dick

The menstrual mind, the flow contacts

Everyone is saying, “Yo, he flowing off his ass”

I don’t really care because you know I got some asses

And then I got a fat ass, tits, with some nice bitch

I don’t really give a fuck, man, I freestyle

All these eyes on me, it’s wild, child

I’ve been a wild child, styles from ‘95

Hit a 9-to-5, now my check on my 9-5

I know, I said it three times, that’s three times

A quarter of the dime, and I smoke it like grapevines

And three eyes closed, my nigga

I said, three eyes closed, my nigga

[Verse 14: JAB47]

[Verse 15: Joey Bada$$]

Nobody taking this New York state of mind

Claiming they New York, but ain’t know state of mind

Underground gold, New York state of mind

Came back through in a New York state of time

(Pro Era!) Nice shit, already know I’m on some nice shit

Came back through, now I’m feeling on my fly shit

Stay spitting, know I got the—

[Break: Joey Bada$$, CJ Fly, & Capital STEEZ]

What? It’s numchin?

Yo, switch it up, this shit kinda weak

Switch it up, switch it up, switch it up (You know my steez!)

Look, you know my STEEZ!

[Verse 16: Capital STEEZ]

Look, well, step one: light another fucking doobie

This life is just a movie, and I'm rolling with the groupies

This dimension, I'mma blend in, decide to let my pen win

Merge with the Earth cause time travelers sent them

My eyes lower than the frequency

Increase the beat, yeah, I'm a lost soul, but I speak in pieces

Let me chop it up, got the sticky, got the dutch

Used to hear voices, but I can't, cause we loud as fuck

Probably cause my pop wasn't ‘round enough

Capital, it's over 47 and we rounding up

Beast Coast hounds starting howling, cause the sound is rough

Had to make our legends in the dog pound proud of us

[Verse 17: Joey Bada$$]

Over heads like fresh cuts, who's next up? Next is us

So my Nexus One got text up

By exes, all types of chicks I used to flex with, eff it

They all get passed off, get a "F" for effort

Glass jaw on records, these guaranteed smash hits

Believe that, might drop a tape in the crash pit

Wait, we need that, it's that boom bap flow they need back

What I gotta do for a piece of pie? I need that

But you see that, broke folk with expensive taste

Got no cents, but still flying to senseless places

Expensive states, just pray that the adventure's great

I'm too ignorant to read what this indenture says

Might’ve have signed my life away today

And this road is the only one I know back

In fact

[Verse 18: Dirty Sanchez]

It's the Brooklyn representative, no artificial intelligence

Just thinking in light, ain’t even taken flight yet

I know you feel me, pull out your camcorders

Thousand ounces just bordered, you see a change it's just my hora

Over time, I became a reflection of brains

Cash, Mary Jane, what did I forget to mention

Well, fat blunts since the age of fifteen

Y'all smoke toothpicks, I pick the steak out of my teeth

Bon-Appetit, I'd rather be home sick, then homesick

…Keep me posted like Big's…

Fuck it

[Break: CJ Fly]

Check!

[Verse 19: CJ Fly]

…Don’t give a hell, don’t give a damn

And you know I’m with my crew and you know I got the cam

When I’m rolling with my dudes, and we stay smoking on the shrooms

And my nigga STEEZy always taking shrooms

Capital STEEZ is the mack of the trees

And you know we rolling up, we in the back of the tree

Pack of the weed, you know I’m like the packers of teams

And I always got the fattest mamis

Nigga, facts is just mean

Everything I spit is facts, and it’s mean, and exact what I mean

[Break: Joey Bada$$ & Kirk Knight]

Uh, surrounded by strangers

Reckless on the mic, like I fell in danger

I don’t really know, switch it up

Give me some hype shit, so I can rip it up

Uh (A nigga gotta eat, he gotta eat!)

Gotta eat, gotta eat!

Let’s talk about the pot by the sneaks

Kick the hot flow, knock a nigga off his feet

[Verse 20: Joey Bada$$]

Ayo, word to my mother, two things I never do is leave the crib without some rubbers

Or tell a funky ho I love her

These broads be trying to get a brother caught up in a sticky situation

Missing menstruation cycles

They all psycho, ask Michael

Before you give her dough for billie jeans and them nice clothes

Like, woah

[Outro: Joey Bada$$, & CJ Fly]

Num’chin

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