Livewires

By Progress

On #Uainthip

Released on May 22, 2016

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Do anything at any given time

A livewire, you need niggas like that around


[Verse 1: Progress]

I’m back on my Nick Cage

And leaving lies faggot ways

A 5th of Irish whiskey, hooka'

With the heart of gold and a bag of haze

Fuck swag, Slainy got her staggin' on the aggravate

Attitude when executed, if I don’t leave this faggots

Ain't apparently

I prove too much of force to be held

Won the war but it unfortunately cost me as well

If I’m buying them I’m buying don’t force me to sell

I maim in the name of heaven, till I’m scorching in hell

My life is lived amongst the chosen, my gifts I possessed

But I’m mischief obsessed, stuck with all the sick shit, I guess

Years ago I had a death wish with a pistol, depressed

And I ain’t have nothing but trust me, I done risked it for less

Now my story is told, as urban legend of those

Who live in the cold, cocaine drips in they nose

And I s'pose I have rose, above most of my foes

Look me in the eyes, it’s like being close to a ghost


[Verse 2: Slaine]

I keep shit gutter, I don’t be doing them dances

My flow similar to front doors, put you in trances

Raised on 90’s rap, so whenever I per-form

You hear hip hop in its pure form

2-3 defense, I am in the zone

Even when I am one deep, I am not alone

What that there means? I’m riding with the chrome

My dogs co signed, like I’m applyin' for a loan

Still mad cats from the same hood I represent me

You think they would represent me

But I took a pound, couple rounds lay them suckers down

Never stuck my dick in the circle, nah, I don’t fuck around

Lift skirts like a female thief

On these internet gangsters who email beef

You dying to get some of these figures

Too much bread, you never calculate the sum of these figures


[Verse 3: Ea$y Money]

Time is up, my time is now

Seen the, wanna be thugs, the all day dreamers

Niggas get beat up, in 1-9-2 when we meet up

Hostage the leader, while we roll the weed up

Niggas never earn stripes like Adidas

I rep my block, give a fuck who don’t need us

12 cribs holding heaters

Millimeters will put your feet up

Like passing through with the vacuum cleaner

I’ma brew street warrior, that’s my damn team

Professional shooters with good aim no beam

Always on the scene, spittin' more than 16

While niggas at home tryina keep they sneaks clean

Niggas act tough but they scared inside

Ship up off, you be the first one to testify

Supposed to be real, the fuck happened to your pride?

Claiming that you ride, when you scared nigga, petrified


[Verse 4: REKS]

Ain’t no struggle with that Progress

God bless these bars I orchestrate

While y’all rest, uses Termanology to leave 'em Slain honest

Money wasn’t easy, my family get Nicky from breast

Pest control slept with rats and roach, home infested

Got with a slick click quick wit chose to throw a message

Poems, epics, to know to show the homies exits

It’s ain’t just trap or die, rap is my magnify-ing glass

At last, I see it’s bigger than my add, deeper than death

From out the speaker let, my voice, livewire

Electrify the set, good choice of the poorist populated

If I in the bar players press play and zoom

Let the rhythm consume and take ya

Where outta space is loom haters no room I gave ya

I write these bars like I’m still in the bottom rotting

Niggas relate, A alikes, can’t be forgotten


[Verse 5: Termanology]

A true live wire, inspired by my society

Driving through the city, police checks sobriety

My EBT card, my form of ID

Cook like George Foreman, perform like Ali

L-I-V-E, wire to the wire tap, marijuana medicine

Fire water, dime-a-tap, yeah I made this beat

But you won’t see a dime of that

I’m stacking up my cream and I ain’t even tryina rap

I’m tryina act, make beats, direct videos

Run a rap label and stay hood political

Live like the third rail, chemo ill

Kill em all, cause dead man sing no tales

If you got a big gun but you ain’t down to shoot it

Just find you a live wire, the block’s always recruiting

I’m stupid with getting loose, shooters stay in my crew

Cause Lucifer's in my roots, bring death to y’all too