Starter Track One by Nerve, Kei Leeza & Steez Malase lyrics

Starter Track One

Nerve, Kei Leeza & Steez Malase

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Rap

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Repping that Starter kit
4K all day
Yeah, ay

Don’t get mad get active
She wanna come my way
No Fetty but she ain’t got wap that’s catfish
This tongue make a good girl go bad quick
They can tell by the way that I walk my walk
That a boy been match fit
Hit that pitch then whip up the hat trick, classic
I be on the mic like Rakim
If I said that ish then I back it
Young days chopping up wax
Now they repeat my tracks like its practice
Jump on stage and done me a back flip
New kit just got me a package
Trackie up on my back with triple black
And now I’m all matching
We stay fresh but this ain’t a fashion

This shit is that classic feel me?
The nostalgic drip
4K is forever

What we saying
See I still hold it down like I’m post too
Y’all get the message like a postal, send it
Fly but don’t hang with the vultures
Been for the people, for the culture. y’all pretending
Giving discounts with pen game, way we taking abit off the top of your head
Red dots, keep your head hot, I’ma hot head couldn’t stop till I’m dead
Young kings
Crew still solid when we outnumbered
Come along way from Migorengs
Now the contracts showing Migo numbers
Pen still ghost write Neyo numbers
Type of shit that make you fall in love
Put you on hold if you talking tough
Suck your chest in when you talk to us

See I started out with reasonable doubt like Jay Hova
Now this is the takeover, funny how it comes around
My father said history repeats itself all the time
Now Ma see me be Kei, Empire State Of Mind
See I play for mine and play for keeps
All of this was made for me
No I am not MIA but I really got the Heat
Yes this is a PSA what I’ve dones a crazy feat
Guess thats why they sending all them sneakers and them kicks to me

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2 Days In Brooklyn by LTtheMonk lyrics

2 Days In Brooklyn

LTtheMonk

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[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
I
I
I got the hammer
Bullets hit you piano
Have you screaming
You hit that soprano
Yeah
I got the hammer
Bullets hit you piano
Have you screaming
You hit that soprano
Yeah
I got the hammer
Bullets hit you piano
Have you screaming
You hit that soprano
Yeah
I got the hammer
Bullets hit you piano
Have you screaming
You hit that soprano
Yeah
I got the hammer
Yeah
LTthe
Monk
RenderVerse
Uh

[Verse 1]
I notice the complexion
Intersection
It’s interesting
I’m investing
All the different shades of brown
Like the Henny strengths inside the foam
Some mixed with Coke
Some are straight and take away your dome
I lay alone and walk it out along the boulevard
Malcolm X
It took too long to make a second Hajj
London made
And I’m Brooklyn trained
We took the same
Makings of Manhattan
For many stars
Many cars that sentimentally getting far
On the bridge
Like who in the fuck you think you are?
Irish Grandaddy built this
At least one of the homies
Set sail to kiss
Liberty
Be a lady
Never fucking and tell
Takeover covert with a million sales
But a platinum plaque in comparison pales
When you sitting on the wall
With billionaire’s tales
Yeah
Uh
When you sitting on the wall with billionaire's tales

[Bridge]
Tell Mr. Harrell
When I wish in a well
Resurrecting Uptown
Hope he wishing me well
Get Puff to A&R
And the nigga to dwell
In the CEO seat well
Ring up my cell

[Verse 2]
My company private
But my business public
To have my company private
Not a group discussion is
Never coming again
My public offerings
Initially were for money
But now sustenance
Taking stock of my life
And sharing holdings
Journals on my street
No wall to close in
A media circus
Main devotion
Is to keeping that spotlight on
Forever focused
On me
Attention seeker
The eternal self-believer
The high s-self-esteemer
The fuck around and end up a cheater
The in need of Christ the Redeemer
So I don’t become the bottom-feeder
Out the Monastery comes a leader
I be to rap what credit’s to visa
Yeah
Uh
Monk

[Verse 3]
This is
The start of the piece
Call it the foreword
Hope you take it deep
Don’t fast forward
Foreshadow
Sum it up
4 words
‘LTtheMonk is one word’
But all words
Have meaning
Taking all slurs
All compliments
All become blurs
Podium speech
Biography blurbs
LTtheMonk the gift to your curse

[DJ Papi Face Radio Interlude]
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Up you wake! Up you wake!
This is your DJ Papi Face
Here on LTTM 33.3
The Monastery Radio
Where boredom is disaster
Excitement is surviving
And drama is thriving
Peace is chaos
Chaos is peace
They say America the brave
But to conquer America
And the world
The true North
The London grammar
The Motherland
Latino America to Japan
You gotta be the bravest
The craziest
The hardest hustling
The Mixed Kobe
The greatest
Working day and night
Off the Wall
Till you’re on the Wall
In today’s forecast we have one word
Hot!
The hottest day of the year
Coming up
Be safe when you Mange Tout

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Untouched by BabyTron lyrics

Untouched

BabyTron

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[Intro]
Yeah, got a bad bitch with me, she won't step out 'less her
It's a thousand ways to get pape and you don't even know one (No way, Hozay)
Huh, yeah

[Verse]
It's a thousand ways to get pape and you don't even know one
Bad bitch won't step out the crib 'less her toes down
You ask why I pay eighty for it, you should smoke some
Don't even ask about the cup if you ain't pour one
Dee got a [?] Visa, finna road run
Don't ask for a slug if I ain't never hold one
Yo boyfriend a bitch, he the one who do the store run
I ain't used to play, now I'm balling like the coach son
I ain't used to carе, nah, I'm playing, still don't give a fuck
It's ninety-five, still throw thе BAPE on and zip it up
Only 'cause I seen a opp out, I'm finna blick him up
She cheated 'cause you bought a little bag, you ain't trick enough
You are not a killer, can you stop the mean-mugging?
I knew since day one I'd be something
Where the fuck the takeover badge? The whole team hustling
Ain't shit change, twenty shoes off of three punches
​iPhones, gift cards, that's the shit that make me smile
Had to meet 'round for that one shit on [?]
Don't stop on yo dreams, lil' dawg, it might take a while
If they flick me with this ID, I'ma say I'm Kai
When I put you in a body bag, it ain't no posterizing
All it take is a head nod, bet my soldier fire
Bet the engineer head nod 'cause he know it's fire
That Tron jersey gon' be in the rafters when the GOAT retire
Shoot the bag down, Van Dyke, down to Romeo
Just 'cause we had class together, you don't know me, bro
Talking 'bout her head good, shit, can you show me though?
Ain't never put you on no cheese, what are yo homies for?
You better think about it
Yeah, that tough talking all cool, you better be about it
Up a buck on a bitch, shit, I think I'm Giannis
Buck shot to his back, shit, man, I think I got him
But you get beat if we box like I'm SpotEmGottem
Bae said she want a new fit, shit, that's not a problem
You can ride, you can hide, boy, you can't stop them shottas
I be with them sharks, lil' bro and them the top piranhas
Make a thirty ball, put a dub in
All them death threats but I'm untouched
If we [?] and we locked in [?]
All hustle, all leg work, boy, it's fuck love
Piss me off? You gon' have to try to dodge a M-80
Spun her three nights back to back, she did the 1080
Happy that we linked the fourth time 'cause her head crazy
Something like a baker in this bitch, I make bread daily
Fourth quarter, that's when the real players show out
Moncler, Goose, or the Knuckle when it's snow out
Fell in love with fast money, sick you took the slow route
Might've told her "yes" back then but it's "no" now

[Outro]
Huh, yeah, bitch, ayy, ayy (But it's "no" now)
Ayy, ayy (But it's "no" now)
Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz, bitch

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Smoke In The Air by C.L. Smooth lyrics

Smoke In The Air

C.L. Smooth

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[Intro]
We gon' take it to the streets now
C.L. Smooth
Back harder than ever

[Verse 1]
I've een in this game for years, it made me a animal
A come from nothin' at all, I'm more than I can handle
And pass through it flyin' colors, in the back page article
To see my face grace them covers
You see the birth of a real gangsta, taste and smell it
Flip and sell it and live it to tell it
This is my theme music to enter, squeeze 'til I'm empty
C.L. pop on out, crowd in a frenzy
I harness that energy, and bring it through them sets
Where they really spendin' some paper, like who's on the Mets
This is franchise taggin', when I switch the shoes on the wagon
See me cruise through the block slow, laughin'
Blickies on cot, runnin' 'round here thinkin' they can bite me
I'm the man that you be takin' too lightly
And not afraid to get filthy, you'll fail to recognize
How they built me, 'til the judge say, "Corey Penn, not guilty"

[Interlude]
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
High, high, high, high
[Verse 2]
There comes a time when you fake it, you cannot mistake it
C.L.'ll hurt somethin', you ain't heard nothin'
I could bang 'em out stuntin', or lay up in the cut
And pick the brains of some ol' heads on who got what
I need no introductions, if all I got is soldiers in the street
Waitin' for instructions, I'm pressin' buttons
While my comeback is so climatic
It always keep them ladies on a track like it's Danica Patrick
Automatic the six-shooter, dependin' on how dirty I do ya
We can go around you or come through ya
Have no respect, let 'em see me step to my biz
You know what it is, my broads say, "They just kids"
But whatever, better get ya little act together
Can't stand heat'll crack under pressure
Here's the truth, when all I really show is the proof
Is why C.L. just come through and raise the roof, listen

[Interlude]
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
High, high, high, high

[Verse 3]
Smoke in the air, guerillas in the mist
Same time you watch house money, dangle from my wrist
All I got is action and murder, and plots you can't solve
When it comes to family business, you don't get involved
Haters say I'm chasin' the past, say it won't last
But on the low, you know they know, I got the game on smash
Burn blocks down and post up the most wanted
All I do is feel up straight dimes and peel hun'eds
What a life, huh? I'm set, now maintain the vet
Or catch a bad decision you will soon live to regret
'Cause I'm not here to fit in, I'm here to get right in
This is a takeover, rap needs a makeover
A new President, the same time tear your face off
But still know how to take it with intelligence
C.L. in the spot, the fans give it all they got
I start from the bottom and rise to the top, come on
[Interlude]
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
High, high, high, high

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