Is the cops lookin? The homie got shook then/ The bodies drop, hit the pavement, all because of sudden misbehavior/ I been pushing weight and u on model misbehavior/ Tip the waitress, in hells kitchen where I'm waiting/ My sins became way more basic, came from the basement/ Paper chasing, apartment staying/ Done got lazy, life got crazy/ Niggas aiming at babies like Molly Brazy/ Deflate his block like Tom Brady/ Bunch of shells fly and he a ninja turtle/ His homies in a herse then the rest at the funeral in a huddle/ Bloodshed turnt to Puddles, selling rocks and rubble/ I said fuck the hustling and the beats what I'm discussing/ Rappers are more disgusting, became a bust but still making money off my generation/ So major labels can quit the secretive conversation/ I don't know what the fuck I just said😂 I'm not a lyricist, jus a normal mf
Keith White Conversation in each station/ steady waiting ground shaking like I'm haitian/ Punches harder than Ali but no shaking/ cmon Keith bet dont take even 3 steps/ wear these vests won't protect u from these techs/ I got sum so big it can make Keith sweat/ This was easy pussy like cheap sex/ deep threat choke u wit a white tee ull have a v neck/ I'm the best I'm too fresh I can make Ryan see crest/ no actor nigga I'm a impactor I fear nun boy there is no factor/ I got wicked flows blow ppl away when there ticket blows/ like polor express I'm better than the rest nine tails seal I'll put 5 to ya chest/ maybe thats ur belly but u gonna have a band aid in ur face like Nelly/ I'm fucking up these kids like r kelly/ its unorthodox thats my stance but I'm right handed u can't STAND a chance
Lookin’ at popular colored faces Observing what my brothers faces in all races Lost in generations before hatred See with your eyes dilated for the sake of the Gs But keep it sacred G, fuck a rat race, we take the cheese Jack cheddar from the make believe Break the trees on they eighth CD Rocking the red and black lumberjack faithfully I’m a Brooklyn nigga, basically I grind with the grimiest Learn how to eat in the jungle full of hyenas And vultures, don’t worry what a verse will cost ya From the young scorcher, just remember who taught ya Imma spark it off unorthodox Won’t sign to no major if no wager Less than a 3 million offer off the top I’ll be in a box with my coughin’ drops Why settle for a office spot? Niggas don’t always make it off the block Unless they extort rocks or support the cops They still snitchin’ - let me guess: that’s your mannequin? Leave ‘em shook while you’re standing and quit the shenanigans Have you panicking, induce damages ‘til you’re vanishing Words are told properly, resort top sea examinin' This is for my real hip hop fans and ‘em I dispose for 'em, leave fake MC’s in the post mortem [Chorus] Cause money ain’t a thing if I got it I won’t spend All I got is my Pros, I don’t need no friends Feel like this glory road is coming to an end The only soul that won’t sin No he won’t give in Yo this world is bone chillin’ Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes Properly delivered drop trees in my swisher And bring that back to my property wit ya [Verse 2] It ain’t easy being this royal When you got this much going for you It ain’t hard to be disloyal Comin’ straight from the soil with lines that never coil Start to think pretty off new career with this spoil The kid is that sick so expect more coffins I’m the chosen one so you can expect more offerings I be sonning niggas so expect less orphans Best rapper alive hear that line used less often Word to God I’m the best offering BMX like Hoffman, BMF like Boss-man Young boss, man, got Jimmy Fallon endorsements From porches, to Porsches, getting portions of fortune They said next up so I stepped up Fly like I dressed up Bitches try to hang like left nuts Like orangutans in the west of Of the motherland, but I’ve got the swank of no other man Brother man They can’t understand Pro Era boys pop rubber band [Chorus] Cause money ain’t a thing if I got it I won’t spend All I got is my Pros, I don’t need no friends Feel like this glory road is coming to an end The only soul that won’t sin No he won’t give in Yo this world is bone chillin’ Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes Properly delivered drop trees in my swisher And bring that back to my property wit ya
This beat give me goosebumps/ this is a celebration like when they impeached trump/ I'm a Gemini so my sweets says that's my homeboy/ My homie money mike is now know as play boy/ follow the G code but other catz make there own rules/ old fools of course was young fools/ orthodox use hold my money in a nike box/ would've invested but didnt know a thing about stocks/ Always hang around ppl with a life plan/ instead of a cornball who wonder if his girl with the next man/ its Harsh but it's all reality/ At life u get a taste test like a new recipe/ I talk what I live not what I don't/ A cat who quick to say he will he usually won't/ learn the difference like it was a sequence/ society still make u a menace/ -whip the dirt off your feet before u step in -we was born to lose but we will win -Nobody knows what's coming like it was the end -shorty is a 5 but act like a 10
We done came up Everybody love ‘em On the regular [Verse 1] Lookin’ at popular colored faces Observing what my brothers faces in all races Lost in generations before hatred See with your eyes dilated for the sake of the Gs But keep it sacred G, fuck a rat race, we take the cheese Jack cheddar from the make believe Break the trees on they eighth CD Rocking the red and black lumberjack faithfully I’m a Brooklyn nigga, basically I grind with the grimiest Learn how to eat in the jungle full of hyenas And vultures, don’t worry what a verse will cost ya From the young scorcher, just remember who taught ya Imma spark it off unorthodox Won’t sign to no major if no wager Less than a 3 million offer off the top I’ll be in a box with my coughin’ drops Why settle for a office spot? Niggas don’t always make it off the block Unless they extort rocks or support the cops They still snitchin’ - let me guess: that’s your mannequin? Leave ‘em shook while you’re standing and quit the shenanigans Have you panicking, induce damages ‘til you’re vanishing Words are told properly, resort top sea examinin' This is for my real hip hop fans and ‘em I dispose for 'em, leave fake MC’s in the post mortem
On the corner, shooting Dice At least that's what he went by Tryna find Christ, all I get is crossed Can I live, or should I get ready to die? Blacksmith the way I'm firing iron I can find Israel, but I can't find Zion The all seeing one to keep an eye one Take it to the furthest regions Perform an exorcism on your deacon Remove the demon, shine bright, ultralight beaming Leaving in the same beater car I came in
Let me know what u think :) I'm gonna hit you with these words and syllables metaphors and reciprocals spitting staight fire, burn through a wire with my vocal chords, kings and lords pimps and whores even carnivores playin my raps the bass racks shakes up their bedroom floors, i got eleven whores you asking me how bitch please? Capital T's i bun kush picked from them cali trees, buzzin like bees in ya ear drums then fear comes adrenaline spikes dribbling mics until a tear comes falling down your face oh you rap? such a disgrace, you looking out of place don't slow up keep with the pace and listen as i lace the bass with rhythmic elements better than shakka so you know i'm rolling with elephants, needing more evidence? it's evident that i'm a G, spittin these bars and my page looks like calligraphy
Word to one of the realest, Jay swift, and I ain’t gotta touch you to feel it, the lyrics they sicken your throat so don’t speak just listen, see now while I’ve caught your attention I’m addressing the tension that’s been pinching my nerves, young boys is sitting out on the curbs, selling a dime bag with minimal rewards, only doing shit cuz our parents come up short, the government extorts we sitting on the porch, you sitting in the dark well I got the torch, escort a nigga into Death Valley, ima protect my families, keep a tool on so I guess I’m the handyman, shooting my shot at women like the nanny cam, came up with a pot to piss in, but when I ain’t got no pot I get pissed off, Anxiety making my thoughts turn unorthodox, don’t wanna be trapped in a box, I box my way out like Mike on a slow jog, faster than you slow ass rappers, could turn ya around but ya whole life backwards, tell grim reaper his time came I reach ya heart it shatter, this mind ain’t fitted it’s a mad hatter, cook it up on this stove, the computer batter, fry it so it’s gone last forever, My flow like unforgettable, I think drake might copy these syllables so let me celebrate, no need for fireworks my spirit gone detonate this solar system like a heat wave, drop bombs on any terrain you too plain , im cocoaine, dope wrapped into a pea brain,
Setting fire to BOOTHS With powerful TRUTHS Stepping on sour FRUITS Words cast SPELLS Round here we blast SHELLS And laugh in HELL If all else FAILS It's back to them SCALES and POTS Dirty BLOCKS GLOCCS and MAC 10S Mad MEN Young hitters stand IN Shooting and STABBING TRAPPING for the daily BREAD Verses WILL RAISE DEAD Bend TIME with a RYHME
뭔 불만이 그렇게 많아 every little thing turns into an bigger problem if you let it 다리 꼰 채로 보면 뭐든 삐딱 해 보이지 않겠니 아닌 말로 꼰대 란 건 결정 안돼 나이로 hate the game don't you ever hate the player 순해 보이는 놈일수록 더 큰 반항심이 배어있어 우린 때론 너무 큰 오해를 받아 욕은 해도 너 빼고 우리 노래를 알아 got ambition az a ridah rest in peace makaveli 수준 낮은 너희는 명단에서 싹 다 내림 fancy clothes and pasted flows 어디서 들어본 듯한 곡에 모두 옹기종기 homies know me 서울 살이 벌써 3년 지어낸 웃음 뒤에 송곳니를 감춰 i'm a beast, go ahead run up on me all set
Overview Lyrics Listen People also search for Lyrics We done came up Everybody love 'em On the regular Lookin' at popular colored faces Observing what my brothers faces in all races Lost in generations before hatred See with your eyes dilated for the sake of the Gs But keep it sacred G, fuck a rat race, we take the cheese Jack cheddar from the make believe Break the trees on they eighth CD Rocking the red and black lumberjack faithfully I'm a Brooklyn nigga, basically I grind with the grimiest Learn how to eat in the jungle full of hyenas And vultures, don't worry what a verse will cost ya From the young scorcher, just remember who taught ya I'm gonna spark it off unorthodox Won't sign to no major if no wager Less than a 3 million offer off the top I'll be in a box with my coughin' drops Why settle for a office spot? Niggas don't always make it off the block Unless they extort rocks or support the cops They still snitchin' let me guess, that's your mannequin? Leave 'em shook while you're standing and quit the shenanigans Have you panicking, induce damages 'til you're vanishing Words are told properly, resort top sea examinin' This is for my real hip hop fans and 'em I dispose for 'em, leave fake MC's in the post mortem Cause money ain't a thing if I got it I won't spend All I got is my Pros, I don't need no friends Feel like this glory road is coming to an end The only soul that won't sin No he won't give in Yo this world is bone chillin' Make meals in hell's kitchen with these dishes Properly delivered drop trees in my swisher And bring that back to my property wit ya It ain't easy being this royal When you got this much going for you It ain't hard to be disloyal Comin' straight from the soil with lines that never coil Start to think pretty off new career with this spoil The kid is that sick so expect more coffins I'm the chosen one so you can expect more offerings I be sonning niggas so expect less orphans Best rapper alive hear that line used less often Word to God I'm the best offering BMX like Hoffman, BMF like Ross man Young boss, man, got Jimmy Fallon endorsements From porches, to Porsches, getting portions of fortune They said next up so I stepped up Fly like I dressed up Bitches try to hang like left nuts Like orangutans in the west of Of the motherland, but I've got the swank of no other man Brother man They can't understand Pro Era boys pop rubber band Cause money ain't a thing
The Nikka Yall Love 2 Hate, Not Hatin Been On Bag Chasin Count It Up, Count It Up, When Life Gave Me An Ocean I Was Ready 2 Go Surfing, I Leave No Hope 4 Em Cause She Will Have U Ask Was She Worth It?, Giving Her Money Thinking U Found Real Love, But She Won't Be Around When Shit Gets Rough, Like When U A Kid Thinking U In Love But Find Out It Was Just A Crush,(Ouch!) Turn The Rap Game Into Wasteland, Teach U How 2 Rain Dance, It's A Storm Coming Go Put On Your Rain Pants, Give U Smoke Like Pop Brotha Man, Brotha Man, I Don't Compete With No Other Men, But These MC's Is Trash Put Em In The Garbage Can, I Know A Nikka Who Wanted 2 Hustle But Didn't Make It Off The Block, Rappers Say They Keeping It Gangsta But Calling The Cops!(KKRAZZY!!) Kill Wack MC's Early In The Game Abortion, U Grew Up Like Me When Yo Idols Is Lil Wayne And Jordan, Im That Sick But U Won't Catch No Covid, Just Stay In Motion, I Don't Care What Rappers Is Next Up, No Wack MC's 4 Who Ready 2 Step Up?-HU$TLEMANIA
Hop in the passenger seat / oh now you riding with me? Well last week you wasn't I feel my senses buzzing it ain't nothing but trouble hit the bass low the treble in ya face with a shovel think my pain feel like pleasure how you measure a king?........ perspective is a muhfucker............ 9 billion people in this world..... and they all see it different so what's the vision? One world start with peace, but a war will end it Nothing but facts I'm spitting cuz it all was written just read a scripture.
Tameitra Starks ese weuy your prolly gonna come back to this like damn this beat is all hard so just search up joey badass unorthodox(and ese wey means like this foo but in spanish)
Развлечения
이게 True Story의 원곡이었구나...
yep..PREMO all day
This shit so tough, why am i only now hearing this? PREEM!
Is the cops lookin? The homie got shook then/ The bodies drop, hit the pavement, all because of sudden misbehavior/ I been pushing weight and u on model misbehavior/ Tip the waitress, in hells kitchen where I'm waiting/ My sins became way more basic, came from the basement/ Paper chasing, apartment staying/ Done got lazy, life got crazy/ Niggas aiming at babies like Molly Brazy/ Deflate his block like Tom Brady/ Bunch of shells fly and he a ninja turtle/ His homies in a herse then the rest at the funeral in a huddle/ Bloodshed turnt to Puddles, selling rocks and rubble/ I said fuck the hustling and the beats what I'm discussing/ Rappers are more disgusting, became a bust but still making money off my generation/ So major labels can quit the secretive conversation/
I don't know what the fuck I just said😂 I'm not a lyricist, jus a normal mf
Keith White Conversation in each station/ steady waiting ground shaking like I'm haitian/ Punches harder than Ali but no shaking/ cmon Keith bet dont take even 3 steps/ wear these vests won't protect u from these techs/ I got sum so big it can make Keith sweat/ This was easy pussy like cheap sex/ deep threat choke u wit a white tee ull have a v neck/ I'm the best I'm too fresh I can make Ryan see crest/ no actor nigga I'm a impactor I fear nun boy there is no factor/ I got wicked flows blow ppl away when there ticket blows/ like polor express I'm better than the rest nine tails seal I'll put 5 to ya chest/ maybe thats ur belly but u gonna have a band aid in ur face like Nelly/ I'm fucking up these kids like r kelly/ its unorthodox thats my stance but I'm right handed u can't STAND a chance
Lookin’ at popular colored faces
Observing what my brothers faces in all races
Lost in generations before hatred
See with your eyes dilated for the sake of the Gs
But keep it sacred G, fuck a rat race, we take the cheese
Jack cheddar from the make believe
Break the trees on they eighth CD
Rocking the red and black lumberjack faithfully
I’m a Brooklyn nigga, basically I grind with the grimiest
Learn how to eat in the jungle full of hyenas
And vultures, don’t worry what a verse will cost ya
From the young scorcher, just remember who taught ya
Imma spark it off unorthodox
Won’t sign to no major if no wager
Less than a 3 million offer off the top
I’ll be in a box with my coughin’ drops
Why settle for a office spot?
Niggas don’t always make it off the block
Unless they extort rocks or support the cops
They still snitchin’ - let me guess: that’s your mannequin?
Leave ‘em shook while you’re standing and quit the shenanigans
Have you panicking, induce damages ‘til you’re vanishing
Words are told properly, resort top sea examinin'
This is for my real hip hop fans and ‘em
I dispose for 'em, leave fake MC’s in the post mortem
[Chorus]
Cause money ain’t a thing if I got it I won’t spend
All I got is my Pros, I don’t need no friends
Feel like this glory road is coming to an end
The only soul that won’t sin
No he won’t give in
Yo this world is bone chillin’
Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes
Properly delivered drop trees in my swisher
And bring that back to my property wit ya
[Verse 2]
It ain’t easy being this royal
When you got this much going for you
It ain’t hard to be disloyal
Comin’ straight from the soil with lines that never coil
Start to think pretty off new career with this spoil
The kid is that sick so expect more coffins
I’m the chosen one so you can expect more offerings
I be sonning niggas so expect less orphans
Best rapper alive hear that line used less often
Word to God I’m the best offering
BMX like Hoffman, BMF like Boss-man
Young boss, man, got Jimmy Fallon endorsements
From porches, to Porsches, getting portions of fortune
They said next up so I stepped up
Fly like I dressed up
Bitches try to hang like left nuts
Like orangutans in the west of
Of the motherland, but I’ve got the swank of no other man
Brother man
They can’t understand
Pro Era boys pop rubber band
[Chorus]
Cause money ain’t a thing if I got it I won’t spend
All I got is my Pros, I don’t need no friends
Feel like this glory road is coming to an end
The only soul that won’t sin
No he won’t give in
Yo this world is bone chillin’
Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes
Properly delivered drop trees in my swisher
And bring that back to my property wit ya
Crazy! 💯🔥💯 this beat is so NY man I can’t wait to visit
This beat give me goosebumps/ this is a celebration like when they impeached trump/ I'm a Gemini so my sweets says that's my homeboy/ My homie money mike is now know as play boy/ follow the G code but other catz make there own rules/ old fools of course was young fools/ orthodox use hold my money in a nike box/ would've invested but didnt know a thing about stocks/ Always hang around ppl with a life plan/ instead of a cornball who wonder if his girl with the next man/ its Harsh but it's all reality/ At life u get a taste test like a new recipe/ I talk what I live not what I don't/ A cat who quick to say he will he usually won't/ learn the difference like it was a sequence/ society still make u a menace/ -whip the dirt off your feet before u step in
-we was born to lose but we will win
-Nobody knows what's coming like it was the end
-shorty is a 5 but act like a 10
Much love & respect from bushwick Brooklyn
JesusSaves NYC soundcloud.com/a1_adam/unorthodox-remix-a1 check it out!!🔥🔥👌🏽👌🏼👌🏽👌🏼👌🏽
기자가 대신 해도 됐을 니 rhyme에 대답을 모두가 원해, 이게 메인이벤트.
We done came up
Everybody love ‘em
On the regular
[Verse 1]
Lookin’ at popular colored faces
Observing what my brothers faces in all races
Lost in generations before hatred
See with your eyes dilated for the sake of the Gs
But keep it sacred G, fuck a rat race, we take the cheese
Jack cheddar from the make believe
Break the trees on they eighth CD
Rocking the red and black lumberjack faithfully
I’m a Brooklyn nigga, basically I grind with the grimiest
Learn how to eat in the jungle full of hyenas
And vultures, don’t worry what a verse will cost ya
From the young scorcher, just remember who taught ya
Imma spark it off unorthodox
Won’t sign to no major if no wager
Less than a 3 million offer off the top
I’ll be in a box with my coughin’ drops
Why settle for a office spot?
Niggas don’t always make it off the block
Unless they extort rocks or support the cops
They still snitchin’ - let me guess: that’s your mannequin?
Leave ‘em shook while you’re standing and quit the shenanigans
Have you panicking, induce damages ‘til you’re vanishing
Words are told properly, resort top sea examinin'
This is for my real hip hop fans and ‘em
I dispose for 'em, leave fake MC’s in the post mortem
On the corner, shooting Dice
At least that's what he went by
Tryna find Christ, all I get is crossed
Can I live, or should I get ready to die?
Blacksmith the way I'm firing iron
I can find Israel, but I can't find Zion
The all seeing one to keep an eye one
Take it to the furthest regions
Perform an exorcism on your deacon
Remove the demon, shine bright, ultralight beaming
Leaving in the same beater car I came in
Let me know what u think :)
I'm gonna hit you with these words and syllables metaphors and reciprocals spitting staight fire, burn through a wire with my vocal chords, kings and lords pimps and whores even carnivores playin my raps the bass racks shakes up their bedroom floors, i got eleven whores you asking me how bitch please? Capital T's i bun kush picked from them cali trees, buzzin like bees in ya ear drums then fear comes adrenaline spikes dribbling mics until a tear comes falling down your face oh you rap? such a disgrace, you looking out of place don't slow up keep with the pace and listen as i lace the bass with rhythmic elements better than shakka so you know i'm rolling with elephants, needing more evidence? it's evident that i'm a G, spittin these bars and my page looks like calligraphy
RapSpinninRecords fire🔥🔥🔥
Bobby the Crackhead cheers my man 👊🏽
RapSpinninRecords trying to hard. relax when you write itll give it s more natural appeal
You're forcing the words, let it come.
Wild
Ate que fim achei o beat de flow revoltado que eu acho muito foda o beat e o flow do v13
esse instrumental é de arrepiar
Word to one of the realest, Jay swift, and I ain’t gotta touch you to feel it, the lyrics they sicken your throat so don’t speak just listen,
see now while I’ve caught your attention I’m addressing the tension that’s been pinching my nerves,
young boys is sitting out on the curbs,
selling a dime bag with minimal rewards,
only doing shit cuz our parents come up short,
the government extorts we sitting on the porch,
you sitting in the dark well I got the torch,
escort a nigga into Death Valley,
ima protect my families, keep a tool on so I guess I’m the handyman, shooting my shot at women like the nanny cam, came up with a pot to piss in, but when I ain’t got no pot I get pissed off,
Anxiety making my thoughts turn unorthodox, don’t wanna be trapped in a box, I box my way out like Mike on a slow jog, faster than you slow ass rappers, could turn ya around but ya whole life backwards, tell grim reaper his time came I reach ya heart it shatter, this mind ain’t fitted it’s a mad hatter, cook it up on this stove, the computer batter, fry it so it’s gone last forever,
My flow like unforgettable, I think drake might copy these syllables so let me celebrate, no need for fireworks my spirit gone detonate this solar system like a heat wave, drop bombs on any terrain you too plain , im cocoaine, dope wrapped into a pea brain,
Setting fire to BOOTHS
With powerful TRUTHS
Stepping on sour FRUITS
Words cast SPELLS
Round here we blast SHELLS
And laugh in HELL
If all else FAILS
It's back to them SCALES
and POTS
Dirty BLOCKS
GLOCCS and MAC 10S
Mad MEN
Young hitters stand IN
Shooting and STABBING
TRAPPING for the daily BREAD
Verses WILL RAISE DEAD
Bend TIME with a RYHME
awesome
뭔 불만이 그렇게 많아
every little thing turns into an bigger problem if you let it
다리 꼰 채로 보면 뭐든 삐딱 해 보이지 않겠니
아닌 말로 꼰대 란 건 결정 안돼 나이로
hate the game
don't you ever hate the player
순해 보이는 놈일수록 더 큰 반항심이 배어있어
우린 때론 너무 큰 오해를 받아
욕은 해도 너 빼고 우리 노래를 알아
got ambition az a ridah
rest in peace makaveli
수준 낮은 너희는 명단에서 싹 다 내림
fancy clothes and pasted flows
어디서 들어본 듯한 곡에
모두 옹기종기
homies know me
서울 살이 벌써 3년
지어낸 웃음 뒤에 송곳니를 감춰
i'm a beast, go ahead
run up on me
all set
E sens
Overview
Lyrics
Listen
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We done came up
Everybody love 'em
On the regular
Lookin' at popular colored faces
Observing what my brothers faces in all races
Lost in generations before hatred
See with your eyes dilated for the sake of the Gs
But keep it sacred G, fuck a rat race, we take the cheese
Jack cheddar from the make believe
Break the trees on they eighth CD
Rocking the red and black lumberjack faithfully
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, basically I grind with the grimiest
Learn how to eat in the jungle full of hyenas
And vultures, don't worry what a verse will cost ya
From the young scorcher, just remember who taught ya
I'm gonna spark it off unorthodox
Won't sign to no major if no wager
Less than a 3 million offer off the top
I'll be in a box with my coughin' drops
Why settle for a office spot?
Niggas don't always make it off the block
Unless they extort rocks or support the cops
They still snitchin' let me guess, that's your mannequin?
Leave 'em shook while you're standing and quit the shenanigans
Have you panicking, induce damages 'til you're vanishing
Words are told properly, resort top sea examinin'
This is for my real hip hop fans and 'em
I dispose for 'em, leave fake MC's in the post mortem
Cause money ain't a thing if I got it I won't spend
All I got is my Pros, I don't need no friends
Feel like this glory road is coming to an end
The only soul that won't sin
No he won't give in
Yo this world is bone chillin'
Make meals in hell's kitchen with these dishes
Properly delivered drop trees in my swisher
And bring that back to my property wit ya
It ain't easy being this royal
When you got this much going for you
It ain't hard to be disloyal
Comin' straight from the soil with lines that never coil
Start to think pretty off new career with this spoil
The kid is that sick so expect more coffins
I'm the chosen one so you can expect more offerings
I be sonning niggas so expect less orphans
Best rapper alive hear that line used less often
Word to God I'm the best offering
BMX like Hoffman, BMF like Ross man
Young boss, man, got Jimmy Fallon endorsements
From porches, to Porsches, getting portions of fortune
They said next up so I stepped up
Fly like I dressed up
Bitches try to hang like left nuts
Like orangutans in the west of
Of the motherland, but I've got the swank of no other man
Brother man
They can't understand
Pro Era boys pop rubber band
Cause money ain't a thing
8 years later.... worte 4 tracks
Vicente13 - Flow Revoltado
caramba acabei de ver seu som e vim ver o beat e te encontrei,mano sou muito seu fã tudo que eu faco na rima é si espirando em voce!! TMJ Irmão
Akron hiphop! soundcloud.com/kidd_loki/unorthodox-remix-kidd-loki
The Nikka Yall Love 2 Hate, Not Hatin Been On Bag Chasin Count It Up, Count It Up, When Life Gave Me An Ocean I Was Ready 2 Go Surfing, I Leave No Hope 4 Em Cause She Will Have U Ask Was She Worth It?, Giving Her Money Thinking U Found Real Love, But She Won't Be Around When Shit Gets Rough, Like When U A Kid Thinking U In Love But Find Out It Was Just A Crush,(Ouch!) Turn The Rap Game Into Wasteland, Teach U How 2 Rain Dance, It's A Storm Coming Go Put On Your Rain Pants, Give U Smoke Like Pop Brotha Man, Brotha Man, I Don't Compete With No Other Men, But These MC's Is Trash Put Em In The Garbage Can, I Know A Nikka Who Wanted 2 Hustle But Didn't Make It Off The Block, Rappers Say They Keeping It Gangsta But Calling The Cops!(KKRAZZY!!) Kill Wack MC's Early In The Game Abortion, U Grew Up Like Me When Yo Idols Is Lil Wayne And Jordan, Im That Sick But U Won't Catch No Covid, Just Stay In Motion, I Don't Care What Rappers Is Next Up, No Wack MC's 4 Who Ready 2 Step Up?-HU$TLEMANIA
Hop in the passenger seat / oh now you riding with me? Well last week you wasn't
I feel my senses buzzing
it ain't nothing but trouble
hit the bass low the treble in ya face with a shovel think my pain feel like pleasure how you measure a king?........
perspective is a muhfucker............ 9 billion people in this world..... and they all see it different
so what's the vision?
One world start with peace, but a war will end it
Nothing but facts I'm spitting cuz it all was written
just read a scripture.
Trash
Bless your heart
E sense
WATS THE INSTRUMENT USED IN THI?S
Some vinyls and an MPC 60
I made a beat somewhat similar to this 🔥🔥
You dont have much content brother🤨🤔
Hate sample?
Victor Gonzalez soundcloud.com/a1_adam/unorthodox-remix-a1 check it ouuut
My Son Had Rapped To This And He Was Better Than Joey Himself
Tameitra Starks ese weuy your prolly gonna come back to this like damn this beat is all hard so just search up joey badass unorthodox(and ese wey means like this foo but in spanish)
Tameitra Starks I doubt it.
this beat was fire but i felt this song could have gone to a better a rapper.
Wtf? Joey is probably the best lyricist in the game currently
lmfao what kind of trash take is this?? Joey has been one of the best rappers for years
@@CStylianou13 to youngins people say that about all the new school rappers. There's better rappers who spit way better.
Bether rapper than who? you bugging son
This be the shittiest comment ever...tf you tryna say about Joey??