1. |
ON
02:15
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I’m so on
Spit like a drive-by, better hit the lawn
Everybody cant be a king, you a pawn
Eliminate Fredo’s, you far from a Don
Get cha chain snatched, not so lucky with ya charm huh?
Niggas is restless, the stress is long
Shit goes back since oh deer was a fawn
I just turned my headlights ooooooooon!
You know what this means….You're gone.
Did I mention I’m the Don
Shit don't break me down I’m like corn
Slob on my cob like its your job
That you might lose, if you don't haaaack-tooo
Spit on that dick with disrespect
Don't forget bitch protect your neck
I’m coming in to bruise and bend
New poses like its yoga and zen
Shoulda stretched hoe befo' you came to my gym
Oh yea its on
And did I mention I'm the one
Niggas throw sticks to hit you like a drum
But my feedback slaps
Cant you hear that boom clack
Boom boom boom clap
Stand back or get clapped
When Jef rap, its a rap
When Base rap its all crack
That's a fact
You can react…
However you wanna react
But that don't change I get black
Real black, a nigga snap
Here's the thesis,
You suck like leeches
Just get beneath us
Cause you wont survive, get sidelined to the bleachers
Drop bombs off the meters
Penetrate through your speakers
I call em' leakers
Spitting acid, like a bastard
Its fantastic
Nasty Nas Illmatic
I’m Base-matic
Base magic,
Pulling silly rabbits,
Out the cap
I mean hat
Then put it back…
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2. |
SLIM PAPA
02:47
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She call me Slim Papa
Recognize me as the Don Dotta
Ya'll my kids, but I aint your father
I bust guts, not nuts real proper
Hoes round the globe, there's a lotta
One of them suckas to love em, which I’m notta
I’m killing em, they not breathing
Somebody get the doctor
I’m Mike Tyson, pitbull mixed with boxer
A jaw locker
I’m at your neck, heart stopper
I make them rap boys grow up
Ball dropper
I make them young rap bitches turn to blood blotters
Or kill your whole generation
I don't like sagas
I’m like, hot lava
Shit look smooth, but don't try-ta
Get too tough, see I aint gotta
Whole lotta cents in my brain
I’m thinking dollars
You robbing liquor stores
I’m like a Rothchild's bank robber
I’m grouchy cause ya'll trash
You and Oscar
Don't make me get the thing
Make ya lean
With the beam
Polka dot ya
Black king cobra
Real plotter
And I studied all the real mobsters
All the real shottas
I can
Chop em with choppas
Expose all ya inner pastas
Expose all you imposters
But I just smoke with real Rastas
Let me,
Straighten my posture
I rather keep it kosher
kosher, kosher kosher…
YAAAAAAAAAKKKK!
Chorus:
These are the facts
These these are the facts
JB on attack
Ease ease off my baaaaack
G’s in my bag
G’s, G’s in my bag
Now she's in my lap
Put D in her baaaaack
I said these are the facts
These these are the facts
JB be the dad
Now get off my ballsaaaaaack
Ease off my back
Ease ease off my back
Yea I’ll take care of that
Slim Papa got the baaaaaag
Verse II:
Uh-Ohhhhhhhh Daddy’s Home!
I come to whoop ass
Didn't I tell you to cut the grass?!
And I told you to take out the trash
I refuse to let this type of disrespect last
Get them chores done fast
In front of all your friends
I will put you on blast
Bet they didn't know you failed 2nd grade?
Dumbaaaaasss
How the fuck you gonE rap?
You cant even read jack
I spit crack
So you a crack baby
Now take a nap
Its mad child abuse when I’m loose
Bitch
That's no cap
Wish I had one on before I had you
That's a fact
You're so damn depressing to even look at
Where's a white van
With a old white man when you need a kid napped?
I don't want these little niggas no more
Oh lord take em' back
I fucked Hip Hop and I shoulda bust on her back
On her back
But I’m back
YAAAAK!!!
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3. |
BASE
01:25
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What's a
What's a man if he ain't got no manhood
What's a woman if she don't save the goods
What's a hater if they don't show fake love
I wish more blood unite with cuz
Its all fam
We can throw hands
But don't mess up the plans
Trying to see this promised land
We been promised…man
Goddamn god is black man but, I’m in a trance
We stay so high all the time
Yo its fucked up, I only find truth in a rhyme
You mean to tell me my whole damn existence is a crime
So its fuck your laws, fuck 12
Don't want to accept us well fuck heaven fuck hell
What's real cant tell
I’m sick of all my niggas lying to themselves
Red or blue pill, either way, life is ill
Filled with shitty deals
Try to stay woke but the news feed you Nyquil
Then they try to ask you how you feel
*I’m tired nigga*
So we let shit slide
Easy to mistreat niggas for a very long time
Don't cry, its no surprise
I ain't like these other guys
Its different you can tell by my visions
Mental division
Brain pumping pistons
You stuck in suspension
I peek your interest
You may even find me somewhat suspicious
Fucking with
Intuitions, you just witnessing glitches
I paint pictures
Respect that its vicious
Its The BASE
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4. |
NO KIDS
03:25
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Baby put them kids to bed I need to smash
Now bring that ass
Real fast
Go slow though, whiplash
That's good neck, life ain't bad
Take a nigga back to the past
I remember it was September
I’m trying to be a back bender
Till ya got nothing left in ya
Season was your flavor
Thanking your mother she fucking made ya
The alpha and omega
Or whoever’s your lord and savior
I was like the undertaker
I’m trying to go deep
I promise you wouldn't weep
This is a promise I couldn't keep
At times its so sweet
These moments don't come cheap
At prices you cant beat
I can give you some good sleep
In the middle we meet
In between these sheets
Climbing up your peaks
Only goal I ever wanted to reach
Oooh preach
Chorus:
No kids no kids
Imma beat it like I got no kids
No kids no kids
Imma hit it like I got no kids
No kids no kids
You gone take it like you got no kids
No kids no kids
We gone get it like we got no kids
No kids no kids
Give it to me like you got no kids
No kids no kids
Throw it back like you got no kids
No kids no kids
Scream loud like you got no kids
No kids no kids
Me and you tonight ain't no kids
VERSE II:
Shhhhh
Keep it down baby quiet sounds
We don't wanna wake 'em up now
This mommy/daddy playground
Trying to go a few more rounds
Doggystyle I lock her in the pound
I’m a hound
Sniff her mound
Ass waves hit me Imma drown
And I don't really wanna be found
Mouth to mouth meet my Mr. Brown
You got that type of head deserve a crown
So renown so profound
Pink walls close in they surround
All around and I’m down
I see that thang peeking out the gown
Bring that ass here, have no fear
Imma beat it down in the ground
Plant new seeds all in your garden, we already started
Uh
Digging in your dirt
Sorry if it hurt
Excuse me pardon
Uh
No child support check
I pay you in dick so there's no regret
Yet
Don't forget every night we made love when we first met
Oh yea!
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5. |
AS ABOVE
01:12
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6. |
FAMILY
03:42
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What's wrong cousin?
You really buggin'
I never seen this side of you man
Cant trust 'em
I thought I could count on you if it was time to bust 'em
Instead you like that nigga who tell the feds…
Cuff em'
What's wrong nigga?
We don't love 'em
Fake fam like you
We do what we can to duck 'em
Bad food
Shit out the ass
Had to flush 'em
Even speaking about you is a disgusting discussion
What's wrong fam?
You don't give a daaamn!
You that type of nigga that would fuck the whole plan
No wonder niggas cant connect
I swear, you’re the reason we wont ever progress
You like a nigga holding up the check
For the whole fam,
Cause you don't understand importance of respect
Gotta demand it
You the type to panic
Push the red button then blow up the whole planet
Emotions cant manage huh?
PART II
You need teaching
You need preaching
Niggas like you, need a father
You need a beating
You the type to get jealous
Cut the family from eating
Lazy and greedy you think life is about leeching
What's wrong god?
Why the façade?
We all got a role to play
Just—stick to the job
But you a nigga in it for yourself you’d rather rob
But you stealing from yourself
You move backwards
This is odd
What's wrong, I can sense it don't lie to me
Loyalty honesty
Don't got it well don't fuck with me
We deserve an apology
Fuck your apologies
Quit the bullshit We’re the same,
This is not a dichotomy
What's wrong nigga?!
PART III
Chorus:
Tell me what's wrong
You know I sense it
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Tell me what is wrong
You know I fucking sense it
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Flesh of your flesh
Blood of your blood
Never knew you’d be so sensitive
You need a hug
If its all love well then
Its all love
But that don't mean shit to us huh?
Don't give a fuck
We from the same dirt
And we insist to hurt
Each one and don't teach one
Of any real worth
And it all starts from birth
We’re just spreading like the curse
So don't cry inside that hearse
You already knew how this would work
Tears rain on your shirt
Inside the church
Make your soul twerk
Body jerk
Nobody wanna see you go berserk
We’re the family that don't give flowers while we can smell them
The long lost children
PART IV
Brothers and sisters
Domestic killings
Money over family dealings
Blood is thinner than you think
Fuck your life bitch I’m illin’
Repressing all my feelings
Me and my demons chilling
Number one in a billion
Its all about you
I know
Solo
So go
Wait no
I don't
Mean ta
Be a
Deceiver
A seizure
Got-ta
Breathe
Deeper
Reliever
I need ya
Don't leave us
We ain't shit without you
I should never doubt you
Re-route you
No you should stay rising
Till you flying
Never dying
We know real niggas should be all multiplying
Yet so many mommas crying
Stop lying
Quit denying
Stop acting so surprising
its, bad timing
Bad timing
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7. |
STAY HUNGRY
02:47
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Stay hungry stay hungry
So hungry so hungry
You stay hungry, and follow the rules
while they break 'em and get fat
Sometimes I feel like
All my niggas is cursed,
yet we gods of the earth
I seen so much struggle, man the pain don’t hurt
In a way you helped build me
How i get so shifty
You can fuck without or fuck with me
I seen too much hardship
This shit can make you nauseous
Who wrote this shitty life story?
I need to speak to the author
Its like I'm Black Karen,
We broke as fuck, yet we always running errands
The hell I'm working so hard for what?
I just want what I want when i want it and beat guts
Man fuck
Life sucks
My mother need medicine,
and I cant pay for nothing
Niggas always fronting like
shits okay
Man fuck who gay or straight
Just gimme my damn piece off the plate
Nigga
You made me drop all morals
I'm in and out of portals
Looking for a way out
You ain't a trap gangster you trapped trout
When the fuck you gone see it,
This shit is centuries deep,
but when that digging gets deep we right under your feet
Its the Base
We right up under your feet
Like Young Man get down on the fucking ground
Hands behind ya back
Feel that git-at to ya cap
The poorest people are more close to hell
How you figure that shit?
I'm one of the demons down here that dwell
Either we get it
Or you die
These is facts no lie
Please don't deny
That I'm a black monster
a lot of niggas packing guns like Contra
Put a bullet through yo Capcom
If I get the feeling you act wrong
Having nothing gave me the passion
I'm ugly cause its getting ugly out here,
Everyday the endings near
I'm at my last dollars
Somebody gone holla
when they feel hot metal through this cy-lin-oh dear
Niggas is scientific engineers
Cooking dope
You cant make a Billie just off hope
Nope
This shit is a joke
And i don't see you laughing,
just a whole lotta bullshit and dancing
But you gotta get it how you gotta get it...nigga I get it!
I ain't judging how live it, but you probably still livid
Oh well, you can suck the dizick
Stay hungry stay hungry
So hungry so hungry
You stay hungry, and follow the rules
While they break 'em and get fat
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8. |
YOUNG MAN
03:02
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CHORUS I:
As I lay my thang down
As I lay my thang down
They say young man get down
Boy get down
As I lay my thang down
They say young man get down
As I lay my thang down
As I lay my thang down
They say young man get down
Boy get down
As I lay my thang down they say young get down
VERSE I
So much soul in my code
So much soul in my code
No man carry my load
Listen to me my youth
No whistle I toot
Only speaking my truth
So much soul in my code
So much soul in my code
No man carry my load
Listen to me my youth
No whistle I toot
Only speaking my truth
Get the knowledge
Eat the fruit
Nourishment for the root
Don't let them put the boot
No more stepping on you
CHORUS I
CHORUS II :
Young man get down x9
CHORUS I
VERSE II :
This shit is not cute
No this shit is not cute
What the damn wrong with you
It ain't hard to see the clue
Open your eye peep the view
Its right in front of you
No this shit is not cu-ooh-ooh-ooh-ute
No this shit is not cute
What the damn wrong with you
It ain't hard to see the clue
Open your eye peep the view
Its right in front of you
Right up under your nose
That's how you caught the flu
ooh
ooh ooh
CHORUS I
CHORUS II
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9. |
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DC the Savage
Ugh!
Rapping rhymes kinda like wrapping weed
So much dope flood the city
I choose the finer trees
So much trees round the globe
That's why I gotta leave
Lowkey control where she going
Its like I got the keys
Take it slow
Put your mind at ease
I am not
One of these
Wannabes
Trying to be
Anything
These niggas will fall for anything
Call for many things
They don't offer anything
Kinda people throw off my energy
Boy I’m off this Hennessy
I might off my enemies
damn
BZKT
Yo
Like a fat kid
You know I’m about my chips
That boy flex and drip
We gone snatch it when he slip
Shit got ice out my wrist
Like I’m Sub-Zero
Hoe please don't fall in love
Cause I’m not a hero
Yeah just hit a nigga up
When you really need mo’
And shorty head game brazy
Made me blow like C4
Yeah I know that I’m dope
And I know that you broke
Got time to hate on my shit
You niggas a joke
Nah I wont compromise shit
I’m after your throat
You want the blade or the bhuughh
Either way he gone float
I came back to get it even
Now I’m gone like a ghost
Yo your homie committing treason
Better watch where you go
boy!
I'm back to the money
There ain't shit that they can tell us
Getting grimy with my fellas
Got it covered like umbrellas boy
BASED JESUS
The scene can get real donkey
I’m brewing up controversy
No it ain't Milwaukee
Its East Anchorage
Apartment staircases and fed cages
Take 10 paces
Lose your mind from the isolation
Ma we made it
I’m in the 04 tralley
Bout to lock the corner down like the 04 champ Bailey
Twenty-Two
Call it a deuce daily
Cause I’m ma run it back
Only question is whos paying
Only question is whos saying
Walking through hell crazy wondering whos hating
So I can take 'em out
I hate how they rap
So Imma break they mouth
Take a trip down south
You don't know what I’m about
I’m the illest from my side of town
And that's without a doubt
I’m burnt out
Next level with the sound
I can make you feel
Touch the sky, hit the ground
The loud
The stink, the stench
Turn a knob
Grab a wrench
Twist a screw
Its the kid
Jizzle Man in this bitch
DARIUS
My niggas smoking dog too
Not dog food
Cats think they fly
We gone turn 'em into frog food
In analog, I’m a dog
Imma damn fool
Me and the people under the stairs are mad cool
Picture me, add good gas
Chicks with ass
Throw in some fly clothes
You get Flyo
Mixed with Kylo
East side
Baby face
That's like baby boo on some hydro
Last time I checked
I was the man
But what do I know
Cause really I know nothing
Like wise men
I try though try what
come the search for truth
This is the Bible
Basic instructions before leaving earth
Environments the worst like were cursed since birth
Hustlers poem
We get stoned
And innovate
We get hoes
Ya'll be acting like next door ????
Friday after next
I’m Craig Jones setting niggas straight
If you know you know
If not let me demonstrate
Why niggas hate
JEFRII BASE
Who want a problem,
We can get it you ain't got my dollars
Ill shake you by the collar
Imma fuckin Rottweiler
I'm the shit I'm the caca
Slim poppa show stoppa
You ain't nothing you ain't nada
Imma get cha bitch I gotcha
You sideline watcher huh
Seeing how I do it
Study how I'm moving
You losing
to my ears its all fucking music
at your funeral not dressed up,
its suitable she said I'm beautiful but so unusual
well bitch i ain't the usual
Niggas take lessons on how a real nigga do
I like my hoes kinda rude,
she don't fuck with any dude,
ain't got tell her who to choose
That's the move
Jefrii Base upper echelon
Do not frown upon
You want beef come to my restaurant
I'll be serving ya'll
We getting cheese that's that parmesan
We eating no Ramadan
Now you biting like Megalodon
My niggas form like Megatron
Stick together like Magneton
Bumbaclot poke ya mon
Bong Bong
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10. |
SO BELOW
01:23
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11. |
MY WHOLE REASON
02:29
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12. |
FUGAZI
01:48
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Men lie
Women lie
Real niggas die
Epidemic its genocide
Fake bitches fake friends
You got enemies
Fake word, I meant enemies
Come to steal our energies
Ain't nobody who they claim to be
Gouge your eyes out
Don't believe what you see
Take it from me
You surrounded by busters
You got a few in ya crew
Better throw a nigga out like a rock in ya shoe
Oh its never too soon
Get skipped on the lake of these flows
And bitches is scheming like life is all a show
Oh yeah she bad
Bad material
But I’m looking for velvet hoes
I want real Maccoys
shit! Real Maccoy
I spit in decoy
Get destroyed boy
Lost in sauce like soy
She fuck sex toys
She don't need a real dick
I fuck sex dolls
Now she’s the fake bitch
What's the point?!
Its really love we should fuck with
But cant trust shit
Ain't this about a bitch
Close ones leave you stranded
What if Uber needs a Lyft?
Build a raft dude you gotta drift
Think you drinking beer
You drinking piss
Thought you had a hit
You had a miss
These niggas think they rich
That ain't shit
I ain't change this the switch
Call me the great black snake
its new skin bitch
Its gods gift you can hate
But that's okay
Cause Imma get mines anyway
like all fucking day
but too afraid to pray
Cause don't know what's real or fake
Fuck
but this ain't my mistake
I'm still great
but that's up for debate
but it feel so real
feel so real
Make it feel so real
Feel so real
Make it feel so real
Yes it feels so real
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13. |
NAHHAN
05:26
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Its the
Its the base niggas
Its the motherfucking base niggas
I put Nahhan shots in
I bust Nahhan on her chin
Party like its nineteen Ninety-Nahhan in again
Bitch I’m over Nahhan thou
On a nimbus cloud
Which i made full of smoke
See me float in and out
Tell them niggas, watch your mouth
Ain't the one to try out
I got demons on the scout
You might wanna hear me out
If a nigger talking tough
Yo its usually a bluff
See them niggas in the cut
They might wanna cut you up
You should shut the fuck up
All we ask is trust
My bitch can never betray me
She ain't got no guts
Since I beat 'em out
Yeah that's a tip for all you lil niggas
You better smash that pussy
Like you fresh out
Oh yeah yeah I’m the best out
Since early Roc
Not since the s-curl top
But back then
So the flow so veteran
Niggas trying to take all your shit
Trying to be Edison
Profit off what's heaven sent
Oh that's the game ain't it
If its hot, then you claim it
How you a artist when you cannot paint it
How you a shooter bitch you cannot aim it
Giving anybody a gun is dangerous
Or even worst if their calculated
Or underestimated
Stepped over
Shit on
Or underrated
Even Caesar couldn't fade it
Fade it
fade it
You can die in my flows boy
So don't be mad when i sink your whole convoy
I put
Nahhan x5
I put
Nahhan x5
I put
Nahhan x11
X2
Verse II
And if you didn't know
I'm dripping head to toe
Oozing machismo
From the razors edge I glow
Its so original
Its like nothing came before
One two three for
Five six seven eight Nahhan Nahhan
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