1. |
Tuxxxedo Mask
01:46
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This that black rock -David Ruffin
With David Quick on percussion
You rockin’ with four brothers
Who rock it like no other
A comforter - we got it covered
Hard headed - a little stubborn
With Brady on the leads
He never follow for nothing
Who want it that real love
We gave it a billion
With Pedro on the bass
That boy be killing ‘em
We don’t want for none
Dope beats and dope riffs
If this ain’t what you feelin’
You must be dope sick
I done wrote some dope hits
I done done some dope shit
Been doing it for 20 years
Now this what the fuck it is
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2. |
Riff Raff
02:33
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Who they mad at?
Gotta grind till the rims scratch
Gotta keep my mind on that
Can’t get caught up in the hype
Gotta stay hype
It’s your life when they fall back
What’s the price?
It’s an offering
Lookin’ like the fam
Jabbar when I come through wearing
All black
I ain’t really with the riff riff and all that
You can have that
Scientifically
This be the friction
Born in the wild Mason-Dixon
This is what the game been feelin’
Used to do ‘em so dirty
Now I made it more appealing
I don’t want the credit but it hit the debt ceiling
You niggas is trippin’
My niggas is in here
I ain’t trying to talk shit cause that shit gets expensive (but yeah)
I ain’t really with the riff riff and all that
You can have that
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3. |
Wasting Time
02:29
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you just talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
you got nothing to say (you got nothing to say)
you need to walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
get the fuck out my face (get the fuck out my face)
what's the dealio?
caught in a scenario
coming off the top
like I'm Rey Mysterio
gotta give & go
know they gonna give me mo'
they don't believe me though
I think it's time I let 'em know
I'm gonna waste your time
going backwards, blaming everyone for the things I always do
it's new to you
I'm gonna waste your time
going backwards, blaming everyone for the things I always do
it's new to you bitch
you need to walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
get the fuck out my face
you just talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
you got nothing to say (you got nothing to say)
what's the dealio?
caught in a scenario
coming off the top
like I'm Rey Mysterio
gotta give & go
know they gonna give me mo'
they don't believe me though
I think it's time I let 'em know
I'm gonna waste your time
going backwards, blaming everyone for the things I always do
it's new to you
I'm gonna waste your time
going backwards, blaming everyone for the things I always do
it's new to you bitch
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4. |
Okaaay
02:05
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OKAAAY!
We be hearing what you saying
But you don’t know what you be talkin’ ‘bout
Still that dude who drinks PBR, still ride a bike, I don’t need a car, but I stack blue faces, no avatar, yeah the boy came back, something like Jafar, I guess I like guitars, and folks like how I write my bars, flows nice like a thank you card, but big dog is a Saint Bernard, might piss in the neighbors yard, might spit on your favorite track, might bleed on these city streets, might sweat to some shit that slaps, all caps when you write my name, but no cap when I wrote this rap, it’s DC, but I’m MI raised, with flows hot like the AZ tap, TV, that’s the life I live, POC, bring the chorus back, I need some more of that
OKAAAY!
We be hearing what you saying
But you don’t know what you be talkin’ ‘bout
God damn
I make this music with my bare hands
I never font
I’m by your side
I get my backend
Now get your back in to it
Never slackin’
Been about my passion
I give ‘em head thinks
They give ‘em headaches
Now where’s the aspirin?
Head they askin’ bout him
I hope you get the chance to be around him
You should copy never counter
We did it too major to be around minors
We never mind ‘em
OKAAAY!
We be hearing what you saying
But you don’t know what you be talkin’ ‘bout
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5. |
Getaway
04:11
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We got to getaway
Go away from here
Hit the mall for a day
Baby it’s a shopping spree
All for free
What you know bout it?
You can have it your way
You ain’t even gotta say
Hit the pool
Just lay ‘round it
On a plane
Holding hands
It’s a god damn shame
It’s a feeling we can’t ever explain
What I’m say is
That I’m cool with that
You know my words way bigger than raps
True that
Facts
We got to getaway
Go away from here
Don’t worry
We too good for that
Bring it back
It’s gonna make you snap
Ain’t a problem wit it
It’s a groove that’s gonna make you move
Pedro on that bass so smooth
We ain’t worrying wit it
When the feel be the feel that’s felt
You the one and I’m so content
Ain’t no worrying wit it
When the love be the love it’s chill
Bet a bill that it’s so for real
Said it’s so Pharrell
We got to getaway
Go away from here
I get the feeling that the feeling be the realest
I’m a realest
Keep it real
How you feel
Let’s hit the gas
Tires peeled
We gotta get away
We a getaway
This a getaway
No matter what they say
I put ‘em in they place
This a different day
I been the other way
It ain’t no other way
When it come to you
It ain’t no second place but anyway…
We got to getaway
Go away from here
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6. |
Pockets
03:08
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[chant]
they say you working too much kid
you working too much
they say you working too much son
you working too much
they say you working too much bruh
you working too much
they say I’m working too much huh?
I ain’t working enough
(yeah)
I’m getting money, stop watching my pockets x4
I’m getting money, stop watching my pockets
I rock a drip, you ain’t drop what I’m droppin’
I cop a lot, you just cap what u coppin’
tryna front on me?
I just wish they would stop it.
mosh pit
there’s gonna be a whole lot of it.
the topic
my conversations equal profit
that’s honest
honestly, I been about my progress
you prolly call it swag
im just a populist
and I insist….
I’m getting money, stop watching my pockets x4
yeah x2 + c’mon
[chant]
they say you working too much kid
you working too much
they say you working too much son
you working too much
they say you working too much bruh
you working too much
they say I’m working too much huh?
I ain’t working enough (nah)
[who]
Who you know done it even kinda like me
HNIC of the POC
fuck a P.O. see
you see me three mo deep
pdrocuing from my couch
concorda, ten, thirty-three
I be that “Be Mo” shit
like it’s time for adventures
I be “it make mo sense”
if you rapped with ya dentures
you old ass rapping type muhfuggas,
you heard i’m coming
politicans, politicin that aint up for discussion
dressed in all red like i work wit the russians
i think some of ya’ll feds by the way yall be coming
i know most of them scared when they in the function
yeah i make punk music, but i aint stand fo no punk shit, nigga
fuck the ops, ima operate reguardless
pull it out my pocket
let em know i got it
i said…
fuck the ops, ima operate reguardless
aint going back to hardship
‘cuse me - beg ya pardon cuz I’m
cuz im…getting money
I’m getting money, stop watching my pockets x4
2nd and 3rd yeahs
[chant]
they say you working too much kid
you working too much
they say you working too much son
you working too much
they say you working too much bruh
you working too much
they say I’m working too much huh?
I ain’t working enough
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7. |
Pack a Lunch
02:16
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gotta a lot of things
these things that they weigh on my mind
i got a lot to do
i can’t afford to waste any time
got a choice to make
these options, they weigh on my mind
it don’t matter what i choose
know that i’ll be just fine
they got a problem wit me
i’ll lose my sense (cents), no fifty
i feel a bunch of empty
(know, they don’t want it wit me)
bruh i dun had bout plenty
i'm bussing back, it’s semi’s
won’t smoke, fuck all my enemies
(I’m who they tryna to be)
gotta a lot of things
these things that they weigh on my mind
i got a lot to do
i can’t afford to waste any time
got a choice to make
these options, they weigh on my mind
it don’t matter what i choose
know that i’ll be just fine
see cuz, i been around
know u from what I’ve found
see saw, u up and down…
(I know what you’re trying to be)
pop up, irl, wit the strap though
camouflage, head to toe, at yo front door
packed the rambo knife cuz i'm cutthroat
(I know they dying to see me)
pull up ta ya front door with a bat
Jackie Robinson [jack and robbin-son], i'ma steal yo shit
better not be home! you ain't a catcher’s mitt
(this be my m.v.p.)
Man I swear to god these motherfuckers don't want it with The POC
GOD DAMN!
gotta a lot of things
these things that they weigh on my mind
i got a lot to do
i can’t afford to waste any time
got a choice to make
these options, they weigh on my mind
it don’t matter what i choose
know that i’ll be just fine
credits
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8. |
Enormous
02:18
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(you, know, that, you know that, you know that)
you know this world’s an illusion
or you’ve gotten confused
yo brain is confusing
yo meds u abusing
are not the solution
never stress on computers
it’s sad slash amusing
the likes
they be likin
the fact…ur misusing
..who coulda knew them?
..who could knew then?
i hate looking back
but i hate looking foolish..even more
than before……
and so it goes on and on
(i hope it’s not)
it’s too bad, when it’s bad,
when it’s bad it’s too bad, it’s too bad
[ (I need a rush, for the moment) i
t’s too bad, it’s too bad…]
It’s too much, im in a coma
I need a push, from conforming
I need a month, from performing
I need so much, it’s fuckin’ enormous
i need front page, this here is gorgeous
fuck the contract I need them royalties
i aint no slave, this here some royality
…never hold back, give em mo fo me
sharpen my mind, for the warrioring
momma at peace, she aint been worrying
always gon eat, they could never afford me
im locking u down, and this here that lawyer fee
dont ever try and come for me
I need a rush, for the moment
I need a push, from conforming
I need a month, from performing
I need so much, it’s fuckin’ enormous
Been doing too much, put me in a coma
I need a push, from conforming
I need a month, from performing
I need so much, it’s fuckin’ enormous
i dont play nice, with authority
i dont think twice bout people ignoring me
this my advice, it come wit recording fees
and i’ll…never hold back, give em mo fo me
I need a rush, for the moment
I need a push, from conforming
I need a month, from performing
I need so much, it’s fuckin’ enormous
Been doing too much, put me in a coma
I need a push, from conforming
I need a month, from performing
I need so much, it’s fuckin’ enormous
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9. |
All Day
02:53
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She had a boy
Just her and her baby
On that Appalachian mountain
The story is told
She was a baby and baby mother
Unlike no other
No one above her
Lord know I love her
God bless her soul
I’ll mob all day
Just to say I did my way
I’ll walk all day
Just to say we went it our way
He was a boy
Just a baby
On an Appalachian mountain
The story is told ‘bout that baby
And baby’s mother
Lord know she loved him
God blessed his soul
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