The Perfect Storm

Twista

Dawreck

Darkness

Chris Brown

 Yo Gotti

 Waka Flocka Flame

Ray J

Up To Speed

Make A Movie

I Do (Clean version)

Tia London

2012

Scotty Music

Sweating

Waka Flocka Flame

Hands Up, Lay Down

Call The Police

Yo Gotti

Cocaine

3 Minute Murder

Back To The Basics

Hip-Hop

I'm about to take everybody back to the basics

I'm historical an oracle event is about to occur

Because a motherfucker put these raps in the matrix

And I'm a terror when I spit it on tracks full of hatred

But there's beauty in the dark, just put it in yo mouth

And the flows like hmm, like that when you taste it

Commin' at niggas like a disciple of death, you would think

I'm poppin' a rifle or tech, I'm aimin' right for the neck

Yo' momma might as well call up the funeral home so she can

Right em' a check, a vile of dialect. That's why they feelin' me

A trilogy, a horror is what I become so they call me Jason Vorhee

Oops I mean chasin' more cheese, niggas gotta pay some more fees

Hot enough to brake a thermometer from another planet I kill em'

From here to Andromeda, astronomer because I'm out of the galaxy

Challenge me I will disintegrate yo' body like a particle

Follow you into a corridor at 4 in the mornin' so I can horrify you

Rite before I slaughter you. My boys sayin' they don't think I'm comin'

So you know a nigga gotta get em' all. Then Ima' be murderin' em'

Like a serial killer then Ima hide em' in the sealing and the wall

Fuck em' all. Niggas will never get next to this

I rock a rollie so I flex the wrist. Ima blow up and sit in yo' place

Then through up shit in yo' place like the exorcist

Talk about the way there ain't no morals or respect in the streets no more

Cause there really ain't nothin' out here to eat no more

Now a days niggas actin' like they lovin' the dime, used to be some respect

'cause Benjamin Franklin the governer now

Theoretically you better be ahead of everybody around you

Don't need to be nothin' but killers in yo' family

That always surround you 'cause a nigga might touch you

Since the recession It's been hard on the streets

So a nigga comin' hard on the beats, no order in the hood

I remember when niggas would get into it,

They would have to take problems to chief

Now they don't give a fuck who they be shootin'

All they really care about is you got that

And if you let one of these knuckle headed bitches

Know you sittin' on somethin', motherfuckers guna' be at that

What they release be leavin' you desceased

The block is the planet and shorty is too buck

For there to be peace, so I carry a piece

But I don't wana' shoot cuz' I already wana'

See some of my niggas locked up in jail home

Instead of hollerin' at em' on a cell phone

We need to find another way to get it instead of always

Or get smacked in the face with the reality of death

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