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Limousine Liquor
03:21
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There's no free liquor
Your flow is cheap as limousine liquor
I'm not fake rap CD listener
Kevin Seitzer, right hand holding spiked seltzer
Stay cool as wine cellars
Tell my girl she got the right fella, windows is Pella
But my heart is Mike Peca
Tell these rap nerds nice effort
Kid 90 Joey Lawrence with the tied sweatshirt
Been nice since Shawn Respert
Still on my toes though, WC, Wrecking Crew that's how it goes though
5 panel camper hat black with the logo
Annual Bobby Bonilla dough, you just HoJo
Stealing snacks out my son's lunch box
But don't get too close because the styles is dumb hot
There's no free liquor
Your flow is cheap as limousine liquor
I'm no fake rap CD listener
All we wanna do is raise these kids and drink our spiked seltzers
You've been a stoonad what can I tell ya?
Dom Irerra, we made it out a violent era
Abistenance in catholic school, they tried to scare us
But now shit is kosher yet everyone's a moper
Brooding, downtrodden shit, Todd Phillips "Joker"
I'm about to go loco like Oso on "Snowfall"
Bumping Killah Priest in the whip like "Ghost Dog"
But me and my neighbors crack that spiked seltzer
And me and my wife catch that flight from Delta
This is lifestyle shit I couldn't sell ya
But I been nice with the blah-blah-blah so I'll just tell ya
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Dom Irrera
03:06
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Draper Papers
03:10
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I'm Don Draper taking naps in the skyscraper
We had a room at the Breakers, I had to cash 10 favors
Never knew the importance of the Sky Pager
Or Eddie Jones on the '95 Lakers
Wake neighbors, Nespresso blend with the 8 flavors
You need a healthy dose of naysayers
Ira Newble, accountants find loopholes
Steve Zissou and Jacque Cousteau never get this low
I'm Zilla Roc now, hardocre
You're just a keyholder in the hip hop store
We were part time, now we're international with darts flying
ANX used to turn all my Darktime to Sunshine
Sign of maturity, rap never taught me nothing morally
It cut down my crew and charged recording fees
At least I know I'm nice now
'09 trying to be Elzhi
You trapped in the '90s but you can't tell time
Selling all my old Dunks half what I paid
Don't wanna be a hoarder, second round pick, Kyle Korver
That means I'm still drawing crowds even when I age
Shooter gravity, you wearing white suits and spilling daiquiris
You messy clowns just a mess out here
Still a mess out here, I'm playing Obie Trice "Cheers"
My 20's were jampacked with bad ideas
But now that boy grown, and I'm in great shape
Y'all pretend to be saved just to save face
Go ahead and say grace, the crew is eating now
Octopus Method, 8 ways of getting cash just to reinvest it
The blade work perfected
Never can you say that Vic Sage been Questioned
Unquestioned, since '08 mixtape progressions
Been giving y'all lessons
But guess who's bizzack, back on the block with them flows
Zilla Rocc shit infecting the globe
Now I need to relax, it's still Three Dollar Pistol
The Wrecking Crew love is all I know
And this world I know, are neighborhood bookies
Before Draft Kings made your pops sell his wedding ring
Source magazine, Slam magazine, XXL
When white people barely liked Denzel
How you write so well? Man I study all my favorites
And stay up on the new shit, I'm never outdated
The game takes patience, that makes me Job
See me checking on the mic and watch the place explode
Watch my fate unfold, feel me
Holla if you hear me though, can you feel me...flow
With the company, 215 they gonna run with me
Since street football and bloody dungarees
How you living comfortably and still stay prolific?
Time management and ice cubes for what I'm sipping
GONE!
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New Love
02:08
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She heard I found a new love, she heard I found a new love
She heard I found a new love although I won't announce it
She won't allow it
I'm sitting on a secret love, discreet enough
Excited when I see her
We speak in hushed tones, we lust for it
The more you want something, it's harder to function
And then secret gets you weak, you start leaking it, it turns public
A sore subject for the loser in the love triangle
I'm growing distant, my lies grow substantial
Like "Nah, see we're just friends"
But a woman's intuition always picks up on your scent
My new love she has to play the bench
My old love with her I split the rent
DAMN!
She heard I found a new love, she heard I found a new love but
She won't allow it
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Actions of the Now
02:53
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Started questioning my future when I couldn't hit a curveball
And my jumper wasn't smooth enough
Had no instrumentals or a microphone at my disposal
That didn't stop a shiesty A&R from trying to poach me
I'm thinking cool...I'll be signed by 24 at the latest
Or I'll drop out of college just like Ye did
But we end up skating so my new incarnation was some left field shit
Before an iPod could place it
In context with other styles of music that we sported
Our last ditch was a CD that went ignored
But uh...I kept it moving
Formed a unit with some homies pulling swords outta stones
Cause the top is so lonely, ayo they know me
I worship Pretty Toney
I splintered with the Shadowboxer logic now I sport hard bottoms not Saucony's
They call me phony
But passion outweighs the need to be accepted
I guess I finally understood Kobe
Wait back it up man let me stop stalling
Cause everything I do is like falling
Wait back it up man let me stop stalling
Cause everything I do is like falling
We've been here from day one but them days ain't gone
For the actions of the now so I can move on
Check 1-2, who got more styles than son do?
Not you, you soft as Otis Spunkmeyer in them high school lunchrooms
Saturated fat rap
Spent a small fortune on my baseball hats
Before I settled in as a rap dad in a dad hat
Had to cut my ASCAP, paying tax on $40 royalties
Shopping at Save-a-lot, copping dented up cans of Chef Boyardee
My grandmother had those Little Debbie's waiting for me
And we would watch "Golden Girls" on her big old TV
And she just died after turning 103, I miss you grandmom
Wait back it up man let me stop stalling
Cause everything I do is like falling
Wait back it up man let me stop stalling
Cause everything I do is like falling
Wait back it up man let me stop stalling
Cause everything I do is like falling
Wait back it up man let me stop stalling
Cause everything I do is like falling
We've been here from day one but them days ain't gone
For the actions of the now so I can move on
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The River Knows
03:05
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Bats in the belfry, missed calls from Dr. Melfi
Craigslist signed shirt Mike Pelfrey
Quite healthy, quiet life
Phone calls them Hawaiian nights
Tell my barber keep it high and tight!
My advice: don't lie about what you don't know
Democrats and junkies all around my block shooting dope
When I was living single I was living broke
Sat down like Siddhartha, old man saying "The river knows"
Let your troubles flow, every man whose born alone with die alone
Children of the Atom out the bio-dome
So now we have it all but how much is too much?
And how my neighbors got handicapped spots with new trucks?
Everybody’s got a fuckin cousin somewhere out there greasing wheels
2 Raw For the Streetz DVDs in '03 before Meek had a Mill
I sipping on swill but still spitting to kill
Roman Catholic kids dipping on pills
I bet Shells is with Pimp C gripping the wheel
You gotta soul search
My entire style is just that ether a slow burn
Now you gets no burn
As long as the world turn
I’ll be living next to out work electricians who smoke cigs and hold percs
We never had a goalie just Goldberg
You never had shooters they Boebert
So step back like old Dirk
The rap race was the all out plan...
Some have a lot, some barely have it all
Elbow to the knuckles hand stirring pasta sauce
Used to watch The Box while wearing Hugo Boss
MC Breed on my brain at the stations of the cross
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine, but first you gotta get yours
All our priests were just drunks who loved the eagles
Randal, Reggie, Roger Rouzak, and Jeff Feagles
Hop the gate sneak in Veteran Stadium
80’s baby, Tecmo Bowl, Eddie Arcadian
Monday night 10 cent wings at the Philadium
Whiskey in my pocket, stoic wisdom in my cranium
The car is big the crib is bigger
My kid is happy the perfect picture
The car is big the crib is bigger
My kid is happy the perfect picture
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