Raw and uncut, it's the Hit List, the Hit List, the Hit List.
On the meanest hour, we're bringing it straight to you
from some of the hottest unsigned talents
from all over the world.
DJ, please pick up your phone, I'm on the request line.
It's Ms. Dragonfly, y'all, put your hands up, cause you're tapped into Mr. Meanest Hour.
First and foremost, before we start the second hour of the Hit List,
I'd like to take some time out to thank you for your support,
and thank you for tapping in.
If you heard the first hour, I hope you enjoyed it,
because it was nothing but hits after hits
from some of the hottest unsigned talents from all over the world.
If you missed it, you're definitely going to want to double back to take a listen.
I appreciate all your support,
and I also want to give a big shout out to my whole squad, all 13 stations.
I'm grateful for the platform and the opportunity
that you've given me to showcase some of the dopest unsigned talents
out there making a lot of noise.
To all the artists that's featured on the Hit List,
I salute all your grinds.
Please, don't forget to help us help you make a lot of noise
by sharing the links with your friends and fans.
With that being said, and without no further delays,
let's get into the music, y'all.
Let's get it.
Let's go.
Don't love strong and lift high.
All be warned, the judgment of God is coming.
It's coming first on the camp of the saints and the preachers who are faked
fake cause the people prayed too
I'm a straight up in the water in the water
You better move forward even no one knows me
I'm straight up in the water in the water
It's all I need to go away to behind me
Cause we can talk, we can talk, we can talk yeah
I bring cash, we can talk
I'm full of cash, I'm not even gonna put it in
I'm gonna reveal my feelings to my wife
I'm not listening to your bullshit
Open up, bring the key
I'm the model of the whole world
Pirate, Ferrari, Dosan
You're too much for me
Your face is behind me
Open your eyes
Your glasses are mine
I'm full of cash, enough, you bitch
I feel like I'm just a thug outside
You're right, I'm a smoker
I'm gonna keep selling the gun
I know it's naive and naive
You're right, I'm a smoker
We're all in the same boat
You're right, I'm a smoker
I feel like I'm just a thug outside
You're right, I'm a smoker
I'm a straight up in the water in the water
You better move forward even no one knows me
I'm straight up in the water in the water
It's all I need to go away to behind me
Cause we can talk, we can talk, we can talk, yeah
Yeah, we can talk, we can talk, we can talk, yeah
Cause we can talk, we can talk, we can talk, yeah
Yeah, we can talk, we can talk, we can talk, yeah
We can talk, that's our conversation
I'm so naive, don't we get young?
I'm too shy to only be on leg
Cause whoever grown that's right
Hope you got your destination
All you need is transition
Work so hard, I like a little swap
I got a sick body, you'll never shake me
Rest in my true man, please don't keep a lookie
I'm a lot of cool way, that's why I record me selfie
Rest in my true man, please don't keep a lookie
I'm a lot of cool way, that's why I record me selfie
All the niggas in the scene are tired
I'm in a phobia, they're all sick
They said I'm a thug, I'm a liar
I took them from the beat, I'm a slan
I'm a
I'm a straight up, really worried, really worried
You better move forward even though I know me
I'm straight up, really worried, really worried
So I need to go away, talk behind me
Cause we can talk, we can talk, we can talk, yeah
Yeah we can talk, we can talk, we can talk, yeah
Cause we can talk, we can talk, we can talk, yeah
Yeah we can talk, we can talk, we can talk, yeah
Sniper, I drop my shit, I know you like my creeps
You wishin' you a boyfriend, watch my creep
Peep, peep, peep, peep, peep, peep, peep
Pout down, you know my shitty, wallah
I pay for my headers, 5-B, I be like 5-B
Ayy, going like, like DJ
Ran up like Quiver, ayy, give me the money
Need them, need them, take what I take
I take what I take, I mean what I say, I say what I mean
I know you like my soul shot, Westside, best side
AK, it's a little one, little best
It's a big creep, big creep, big shit
Gangsta, you know my boys in Gangsta
Let them, follow me, give them, slow it
I'm a straight up, really worried, really worried
You better move forward even though I know me
I'm straight up, really worried, really worried
You saw that, I need to go, all the way to behind me
Coz we can talk, we can talk, we can talk, yea
Yo, we can talk, we can talk, we can talk, yea
Coz we can talk, we can talk, we can talk, yea
Yeah, we can talk, we can talk, we can talk
Yo, yo, yo
Southside, freestyle
Spaceboy fly, yeah
Let's do this
Dem, dem, dem, dem, dem
Dem who ni body inna song bout time and body inna real life
Brawling mi bus mine gun coulda brought me to daylight
Balance the key right, mi nah involved inna face fight
Pussy dem a thought dem a met be nice
Spaceboy fly, met boy brain fly
Dem nah bad dem a came tough
Charge up dem a take rapid bus
From a warm, mi nah kit fuss
Goose who badness outside the rap house
Mi nah coral and cuss
Them ones and none of dem rust
Me mi gun go together like Biggie and Puff
Wap up the place like Skillian Cutt
Skillian Cutt
Give dem bout a million cut
Ya girl a pop molly suck willy and fuck
My God what a brilliant duck
Fresh like a million bucks
Ripped jeans want mi belly gun tuck
Any violation, you drill him and bust
Ash to ash, dust to dust
My rug on a space, bus it up
Left dem inna ball of flame
Dem a run down the hyper look hall of fame
Tell dem find a hit song and stop call me name
Give whole one links a talk bout the lame
When the 16 rise to your heart it aim
Blood a leak out like pipe a drain
Let out the fighter plane
Right for long like crane
Me badness nah normal, we run every lane
Big up credit a send through shop out of Spain
We make shots fall like rain
Who no escape coulda fast like train
Evil running on mi vein
Groose a murder left
Ya mother she a call God name, she a call God
Asshole, you read dem done
Bomba plot
Break it up another hot explosive mix
You are tapped into the hit list on the meanest hour
You're not a bad chain on the face
With a well thinking speech
But any person can behind an avatar
You approach them on a nose
At school or when it's late
Despite parental control
Configured ahead
The children are left in abandon position
Let the children remain innocent
Remain innocent
Let the children remain innocent
As long as possible
As long as possible, that the targets are internalized
Let the children remain innocent
Protected from the omnipresent intrusive indecency
Who throw them and throw them back
That we forget the message
Of all these invasive pubs
Who are laughing at their rage
And don't see the damage
That the images have on the mind
Of the youngest a priori
Designated as a public
Warned, perverted
Because we know that UNIA
Is designed mainly to collect data
Data
Let the children remain innocent
Remain innocent
Let the children remain innocent
As long as possible
As long as possible, that the targets are internalized
Let the children remain innocent
Protected from the omnipresent intrusive indecency
Who throw them and throw them back
With
That we forget the message
Of the parents who are left in the way
Where the words are only a lie
In the face of the recrudescence
In the education of the children
Since the very first traces
Of fingers left on the screen
So after the observations
The time of action has come
For more moderation
And that the addiction has subsided
Let the children remain innocent
Remain innocent
Let the children remain innocent
As long as possible
That the targets are internalized
Remain innocent
Let the children remain innocent
As long as possible
Don't forget you can catch me, Ms. Dragifly blazing the hitlist on THC Radio every day of the week and at your convenience.
You can also catch me on Podcast Google, on I Heart Radio, on Pandora, on Spotify, on Amazon, on TuneIn.com, on Stitcher.com, on Deezer.com, and on Bombplay.com. Let's get it!
I wake up every morning and I face my fate
Thirty-seven
Forty-eight
Said I should raise God but I risk my name
What's the problem?
Why you dodging games?
I wake up every morning and I face my fate
Dear God
Oh God
In the gate
Seven walk and me feeling nearly fated
Wake up in the morning and I face my fate
I pray the God who always keep me safe
When the sun rise I be grinding
I be chasing this meaning
Speed as I go after my problems
I chasing this hoes
I face my fate and I ain't scared of anyone
Been balling with my homies
Baby don't you call
Yeah man
From the sunrise to the sunset
We be chasing this meaning
Ain't no lies my friends
They tryna be married
Ain't it all up in the feelings
Ain't nobody catchin'
You mad at us cause you see me murder reales
I, yeah, I hop inside of the roof
I'm ready to shoot like in a snooze
All the money the richest
Ain't got no time for this bitches
And I woke up with the vengeance
I cannot lose
I still remember my homie
He battle as I gear his up like the devil God
He be like his money and I'm on the mission
I'm there for him
Svalli saw me move like a di ghani
Svalli saw me be a never fani, bali bali
These niggas know that we on the honey
They do me long that the fella gon' eat you up
I'm a criminal
I'm not gonna sit here and beg you for six feet
Cause I'm dangerous, he's like a planet
I been working in Khaleeli, Arcadio
Pelo, Kezaki, Doe
I been working in battle of Marni, yo
I'm 37
48
Said I should praise God by the best career
What's the problem?
Why you dodging games?
I wake up every morning and I feast my faith
I'm 37
48
Said I should praise God by the best career
What's the problem?
Why you dodging games?
I wake up every morning and I feast my faith
I'm 37
So fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh
Can't deny, I stay fly, I get high
Ain't gon' lie, I stay fly
So fresh, so fresh, so fresh
Can't deny, I stay fly, I get high
So fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh
So fresh, so fresh, so fresh
Yeah I'm fresh, they'll get fresh
Designed my clothes, none of them less
Golden diamonds round my neck, I hit the bank
And cast a check, now did I mention
Yeah I'm high, really high like Superfly
They smell the fragrance of Gucci, cologne
And Mac and walking back
With Dripwrecka on my feet, I'm smoking pressure
In these streets, Mark call me first
And cause a gear to make my feet complete
I got them dollars, pop my collar
Devin Air, just like the scholar
So resilient with my swag
Got me a dracta supermodels
Big ol' house, diamond rings
Always wanted finer things
Half a ticket on the crib and everything
That money brings, so let's get drunk
And roll a blunt, dissiminkin'
Not a stalk, one in one
Yeah, let me know, I've been a bang
ner, slayin' and talkin my loud
Can't do 9, I stay fly I get high
Ain't gone lie, I stay fly
So fresh, so fresh, so fresh
Can't go lie, I get high
I stay fly, Can't do 9
I get high
So fresh, so fresh, so fresh
Can't do 9, I stay fly I get high
Ain't gone lie, I stay fly
So fresh, so fresh, so fresh
Can't go lie, I get high
I stay fly, Can't do 9
I get high so fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh
MC Mack, you know what I'm sayin'
Swag on drip it, don't be playin'
Fresh to death, I have him sayin'
Mega bucks, run me up
Till enough just ain't enough
So pull that lean off it, my cup is live
I'm cooler than a polar bear
In the wintertime wearin' no underwear
My ice gon' make them stop instead
They say, yeah, do the cooking
I'm MC Mack the Mack for life on the boss
It's all the same, how you gon' want a superman
But you in your lowest right
Girl, you trippin', ain't no sniffin'
Plus my pants can cost a fee
But let's see y'all go, oh, it's Prada
Under boss of Tennessee, inebriated
Opposition hate it, cuz I'm fresh and good
Undeniable, you can't knock my spot
My spot got Persian rugs, undeniable
Can't deny, I stay fly, I get high
Ain't gon' lie, I stay fly, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh
Ain't gon' lie, I get high, I stay fly
Can't deny, I get high
So fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh
I stay fly, I get high, ain't gon' lie, I stay fly
I ain't gon' lie, I get high, I stay fly, can't do nothing, I get high
Ain't gon' lie, I stay fly
Ain't gon' lie, I get high, can't do nothing, I get high
Now, Raha weighing 340 pounds, see, she get into a complex every once in a while and some
nights I come home and say, you don't ever take me out no more because I'm a little
heavy. I said a little heavy. You put on a white dress and you look like a good
human truck.
I'm in my eight, I got the East Coast bounce. Island Connect in the Sunshine State.
Skate a couple quarters before I pounce to my bag. Call up the crew, you know how we do.
Rush up in the lab and make these hits for you. Ain't nothing to it, you can tap on my flow.
This guy is so sexy, he's all about his dough. Step all into the day that I die.
Spelling for dime, controlling my grind. Loving my time, flipping my rhymes.
Your conscious and focused at all times. I'm in my own state of mind.
Mama used to tell me it wasn't fair out here. And you can tell by the vibes in the air, so get it.
Reach for the skies and enjoy your time. I hear my mama and I feel my mind all the time.
Baby, don't be foolish. Baby, don't be foolish all the time.
Call this a fix, call a face a shit. They call me a maniac, cause I never love a bitch.
I saw me grow from a little bit, but no, she could have never been my lover.
She done fucked my foes, sipping on toast. I don't play that dead.
I'm in the sack with the bag, tryna blow that dead. Am I cool that clear?
She a picture perfect, leave your body in a shot, my waters in a circus.
And I'm so open, baby, copy and flows. You need that soap, baby, go and potty your nose.
I'm so prolific, I'm almost obligated. That's why I'm on the interstate, seeing cannon of spinach.
No ball in my mouth, wipe the tits from your eyes. I'ma make sure that I make it by you a house in the Ross.
It's Haley from David with a mission to shine. I hear my mama in the back of my mind all the time.
Baby, don't be foolish. Baby, don't be foolish all the time.
Living in the jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep growing under. Ha ha ha ha ha ha.
In the jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep growing under. Ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Do do do do do do do do do do. All the time.
I'm a loner from God. Scared of yourself, so you damage yourself. I rely on controller of mind.
Externally, honestly, is what I mean. Society constantly bring me to my knees.
The qualities that they seek needed to deceive. And the meat of the scene and the inner pieces within.
An ego creation of sin. An evil relation. They're hating themselves to respond to the dangerous sin.
Ego, I mean, ever-growing organism. Quart decision to resist and protect and defend.
Different positions like shifting the lens, but a part of the system. Same picture ascends.
And that's, hey love, greed, lust, patience. Different seasons. Iced out wristwatch, fragrance, waste.
We speak in lifestyle, ethics, greatest morals. Even all lives, what's the meaning?
All lives for a reason. It's the ego.
All lives in the seasons of the mind. All lives in the seasons of the ego.
All lives in the seasons of this life. All lives are deceiving.
This life is a comedy. I live my life in the Truman Show.
Life is a real that rules. Don't know what's real. No more people get paid to play a role.
That they've been assigned to by your master. The masses are blind.
We're searching for answers no one ever finds. Life is a system. I'm in it, you're in it.
We're in it. We enter with chains that bind. Slaves to an ego and slaves to a mind.
It takes a slave to create a slave. Since the ancient days, they made sacrifices.
And with just the offerings that they make, you should see what they do at these festivals.
Behind the scenes, watch your DMTs while a song gets performed.
Somebody dies. A son and daughter didn't make it home.
They bought a ticket just to see their favorite artist. Never thought that they would overdose.
When the cop drugs for the show. Off on a tangent, I'm bout to go.
Exposing the evils of ego. How deep was your ego?
And how do you sleep when you know what they doing with souls?
What are you doing with yours? How do they sleep when you know?
Ain't what you see it. That demon misleading you.
Often deceiving you. Lucy, she feeds on you. Lucy is done when she get what she need from you.
Why are you doing this to yourself?
Ain't what you notice. The devil controlling you. Haven't you woke up and seen all the signs?
This isn't real life. We live as a lie. This shit ain't real. This life is a motherfucking tragedy.
Ask me how long have I been awake? I've been so woke then I'm sleep deprived.
How many times did I contemplate suicide but then I carry it out?
Tell me how many times did I want to die but then I refuse?
I live my life looking for the truth. I live my life looking for the truth.
All lies and the seasons are the mind.
All lies and the seasons are the ego.
All lies and the seasons are this life.
All lies and the future.
Got a ticket that the lemon's no coming down
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You're walking with the hottest DJ in the land.
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This is Knox Paul. Shout out Next Level DJ's very own DJ Jack the Ripper.
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Check it.
The tan shiz.
Ah!
Uh!
Boss.
Bitch!
Yo, it's gonna feel like the major town's dodging these bullets.
Says taking pictures when the stars in the footage is benefitting.
Traffic in Cane, the capital of Gaines.
It's change, Joey Crane, attack the gang.
Jack the Whip-O.
Stone the feel like the matrix,
out in doors and these bullets fall.
Taking pictures from the stores and they bring us benefit.
Traffic in Cane, the capital of Gaines.
It's change, Joey Crane, attack the gang.
It's change, it's change, it's change.
The Gang Show guys...
starts now.
Jack the Whip-O.
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side.
Staying alive was no job.
At second hand, moms bounced on old men.
So then we moved to Shalon Land.
A young youth, you're rocking the go-to.
Low goose, only way I begin to G-Org was drug loot.
And let's start it like this son,
rolling with this one and that one.
Pulling out gats for fun.
But it was just a dream for the team who was a fiend.
Started smoking wolves at 16.
And running up in gates and doing hits by high stakes.
Making my way on fire scapes.
No question I would speed for cracks and weed.
The combination made my eyes bleed.
No question I would flow off and try to get the door open.
Sticking up right boys on ball court.
My life got no better.
Same damn low sweater.
Times was rough and tough like weather.
Figured out I was the wrong rap.
So I got with a sick tight click and went all out.
Catching keys with cross C's.
Rolling in MPV's every week.
We made 40 G's.
Yo, bruh was respect.
Mine a Hager to take.
Now, jabout.
From the gate, from the gate now.
Holla back, holla back.
You're rocking with the hottest DJ in the lab.
DJ Jack the Ripper.
What's up y'all?
This is Missy Mr. Mina Elliott.
And you're now rocking with the best.
I repeat, the best.
Listen, listen.
Yo, rap's what you do baby.
I came from the bottom so I know what that mud like.
Them young boys repping that slug life.
Canna cock on their waistline.
They don't care about face and time.
They on their deli grind.
This mom's missing.
Pops in that jail reminiscing.
About how them bricks was in transmissions and tires.
Or from that corner where they set fire.
And them lame niggas.
Put on can and talk through the wires.
This shit crazy.
It's not a game.
Them young just going insane.
Pick up that thing and let it bang.
You know, gotta get the loop.
Fuckin' with them young hoes.
They going prostitute.
You know, only fans.
Fuckin' niggas.
But for real, that's the only man.
Gotta get it going.
That was the only plan.
Crossing niggas.
But still wanna shake your hand.
Damn.
This street's going crazy, yo.
It ain't no rules in it.
They gon' let the 80 blow.
Right up off that K with that wood on it.
You know that Draco.
It ain't no Drake shit.
This ain't no R&B.
It's an army on the block.
I'm from St. Clair.
Where them cannons getting popped.
And this shit don't stop.
Them niggas bring it out the pot.
With the ice on it.
And for that bread, they go on put their life on it.
In the game, this is life.
When niggas might flame with the pipe.
It sets you up.
Show you what that thing looking like.
The streets know no justice.
Where them niggas grind.
Call them young with the restless.
Man, it's crazy.
This is life.
Niggas getting stuck up with a knife.
And Shorty ain't right.
She set the niggas up for the night.
Just to get some Gucci in this ice.
Never living right.
Shit is getting crazy.
Now it's crazy, uh.
That money coming in and everything is gravy, bruh.
You know, balling in the whip.
You know, dents on that.
Shit real in the field.
Niggas get with that.
Moving off the track.
Try and get it bumpin'.
Serving niggas a sample.
You know, earning something.
But you don't know that they peeping.
8-day on the block.
They be lurking for weekends.
Spinning that corner with that K loaded.
You know, touching on it when they see you, dawg.
They bussin' on it.
Try and flip your whip.
You know, put percussion on it.
Ambulance and everything.
You know, play the scene.
Pouring out liquor.
But this ain't no gangsta lean.
Them young is ready for war.
They down for anything.
You know, just to get the bigger bag.
Popping tags through jail time and come home, nigga.
Without no cash.
Now it's lonely, huh?
Without your homies, huh?
And your girl left you.
You're stressed and lonely, huh?
You wanna take yourself out with the crummy, huh?
But you're a real one.
Not your only one.
But we going through the same thing.
Niggas locked up.
Coming out from the chain gang.
The street's crazy, yo.
And it's real out here.
Them young is big while it's fucked in the field out here.
This ain't a game.
This is life.
When niggas might flame with the pipe.
I set you up.
Show you what that thing looking like.
The streets know no justice.
Where them niggas grind?
Call them young with the restless.
Man, it's crazy.
This is life.
Niggas getting stuck up with a knife.
And Shorty ain't right.
She set the niggas up for the night.
Just to get some Gucci in his ice.
Never living right.
Holy bitch.
Shit.
Uh, Rope Steve.
That motherfucker's looking bad out here, nigga.
Make it hard.
Hey, yo.
Next year, you might see me at the Rock Nation brunch.
Gucci down, work in my pocket in case I got a mission.
I'm gonna be the first to get the money.
Beyonce hit me with new ass result.
I'm gonna be the first to get the money.
So I'm moved to say hi to
I'm gonna be the first to get the money.
Next year, Google Street owner is just gonna be making a 이것 to separate the explainity
LA,
Allifter Armor Business,
and all of super young
Ne citrus appel me.
All the top
from the fly guard, he told me spray your posse
Dude dirty like a pissy lobby, half gram goes to dirty
I smell like urban Izzy Miyake, you niggas wash, nothing
go up awoken, I wear from cold gel cells, the headliner
when the show is closing, my niggas keep the polls
from Arizona to no stint, fuck hoes with no strings
bust on her nose ring, everybody know that Rome King
you under the wing, like the turban, on robbery was my
third crime, it's easier cause I didn't have a pistol
first time, fuck out of here
Ay yo, pearls before swine, greatest of all time
bitch, smoke the teeth out, still smiling like she fine
used to look like Mona Lisa, 06, you had Manolo sneakers
hit the pipe one time, she sweating like she got a fever
you used to be a diva, now you looking eager in protection
so you bout to smoke a tenner, yo, tennis still owe me
50s used to come through with half on Cindy, new gloves on
blizzy, you never put a hand on the bird
when I say I'm the flyest, I'm a man of my word
head cooking and tie, I was parked on the curb
walking over fins, had the train on the floor
when bricks was 35 miles, it's 32 first
take 22, every shot gone burn
and if you don't know, now you know, pussy
Hollaback, you're walking with the hottest DJ in the lab
DJ Jack the Ripper
Yo, check it out, this the rapper Big Pooh, live in Cleveland
I'm chilling with my man Jack the Ripper, you better know about it
Jack the Ripper
all this money that we can make, why don't y'all just leave the way
do you wanna get money or not?
my first view of what it do is with my crew posted on the stoop
gold chain, small rope, but bitches pique the cool
walk mine, all the time, in spite, by the corner, con, foreign ride
tents on 35, trapped on side for the stick
nine fives for the kicks, neon green, I had them too
but was married to penny ones where habits could get you done
and the addicts was on the run and biggie shit was the bible
and the magic had almost won and it all made sense
but the pattern it could become when you watching the BMW advocate all them jumps
it seemed more or less like the havoc that could be done is relieved
long as you got a bag and a muffled tongue
and I seen how it be when it come to idolatry
we just want to cop an A-V and see what idolatry need
you know, pop bottles, chicks that favor idolatry
you jump off the stoop like I got us, it only take one
be a visionary, know how to get it all
kid who can picture it when the day done
growing up out of pocket while being shown how to make one
my maids followed the flute or whoever played one
theme songs recorded until the tape done
I heard them all but was juggling how my tapes run
13 with a view of how good a crown fit
where the heavy one I was floating around where I
caught a vision and saw it like dick up, dick up
trying to fly off the stoop, the wig up, wig up
celebrate with a bottle like hick up, hick up
call me mine, yo fuck if I wasn't grown, there you go
caught a vision and saw it like dick up, dick up
trying to fly off the stoop, the wig up, wig up
celebrate with a bottle like hick up, hick up
call me mine, yo fuck if I wasn't grown
my first view of what it do was with my crew
posted on the stoop, dope name, all our old jeans were call me zoo
first rhyme, I was nine, put rhyme like I was corner tag
kicking what I saw from off the line, I was fortified
with a pen, what a stag corner did
turned me out to follow my neighbor when Luigi's wouldn't pay us
we were so young, still went every day as soon as school done
he used to flow by in the black blacks, the new one
I knew some, from right up the block, they called him B.I.
rode around with D-Rock, posted up by the C-line
biggest in the hood, wild, all black with his hood down
Saint James liquor shooting dice, like who nice?
fast forward overnight and the video shoot is on
I'm watching from across the street, I'm picturing me involved
I'm only in junior high, but fuck if I wasn't grown
and I had a hundred verses that hit like a hundred zones
rap, fast forward even more to a throne
with Big sitting inside of mafia and soul
and I'm trying to get a role, cause as far as eighteen
and none of this, not a soul could follow me off the go
whole hood no, but I was just trying to be him in time
he wrote an album for my block, but saw shit and gave it five, right?
thirteen with a view of how good a crown fit
where the heavy one I was floating around with
call the vision and saw it like there it go, there it go
trying to fly for stoop, the wig go, wig go
celebrate with a bottle like here it go, here it go
like pour me mine, yo fuck if I wasn't grown, there you go
call the vision and saw it like there it go, there it go
trying to fly for stoop, the wig go, wig go
celebrate with a bottle like here it go, here it go
like pour me mine, yo fuck if I wasn't grown
all this money that we could make
why don't y'all just leave the way
do you wanna get money or not? do you?
all this money that we could make
why don't y'all just leave the way
do you wanna get money or not?
do you wanna get money or not, or not, or not?
K-2-E in it, Chevrolet
This is Nas on
Shout out next level DJs, very own DJ Jack the Ripper
Keep the E in it, Chev is on, sweat it, smoke the weed and the girl on postman yo
Fuck the thing is up, uh
Them buildings reaching high into the night sky, reality for me now
Was just a dream at one time, imagined myself up here full of weed and looking down
At the going zone of the town, sipping my brown
I might get dressed and mess around, complete a crib
Play these beats, write a play out, that's what the fuck I did
Can't keep giving you niggas everything, I got a kid
Everything that I got is really his, don't look here, it's way deeper than what you wear
Closet full of designers still living with your mama, I swear you niggas wet
Need to just start wearing clown wig, make it known, stop tryna blend in, be who the fuck you is
Yeah, yeah, Chev is on, sweat it, baby, we smoking weed and the girl on postman yo
You keep the secret, we gon' always kick it
I told the room number one, don't talk about me, right, yo niggas, yeah
Cash in their hands, bitches will be eating, switching on Chev, how we different
Lose them, same shit, we're still insane
Hey yo, big sister, boy, Jay Rawls, and you are Jack the Ripper
Clean with me, we how we do it, O-H-I-O-O
A man reproduces himself through his child, so when he leave here, he can just smile
But I see fit to stay here a while, maybe buy a Tom Shed somewhere
Rock bum with, beach chin, write a book each year
You can write yourself out of your blessings, wreck your Lambo the first day just by driving to reckless
Time is too precious, these some obvious lessons
Please remind me to watch my step while I balance on edges
Ski on the slopes of life, slide down the avid night
Watching them graphing graffiti on walls, that's the sight
Cars from Germany, I be pushing the fastest type
Look at new real estate, brother, I need the askin' price
Imagine another rapper making me presbyer
I got more styles and more flows, plus I'm much flyer
I got more heights to reach, but I'm already higher
I'm already on to the next thing, peace and bless, King
Peace and bless, King
Big Nas, old money, new money
Rap money, tech money, flex money
What's next, you funny, me myself, I'm the illest alive
I could do a whole album on how we feel to survive
My daughter's a businesswoman, I'm so proud of her
My son, he's almost 12, and he's so knowledgeable
New music, new content, new programming, I ran a gamut
Got my hands in everything like kids with bad manners
Save the high school banter
At night school you study my life, looking for answers
I hear my calling, heart pounding down my chest
Wish I could bring back X, God bless
I don't practice, I don't remember my lines
I'm just here so I don't get fined
I'm athletic with poetics, these are alpha male alphabetics
Never touch the Rolling Stone cover, but I don't sweat it
Imagine another rapper making me presbyer
I got more styles and more flows, plus I must fly
I got more heights to reach, but I'm already higher
I'm already on to the next thing, piece of blessed cake
Holy shit, shit, shit, shit
Hi, this your girl Joy Leppard, president of J Dilla Foundation
I'm here kicking it with Jack the Ripper
DJ, Jack the Ripper, forgive me, forgive me, forgive me
Jack the Ripper, no
Yeah, fun won't do it, too, it's not enough for me, no
So I wanna sit down, she won't do it, too, it's not enough for me, no
Now let's take it from Tiffany
How this thing went from Jacob to Tiffany's
Could've kept it real with this real nigga
Or kept it mouth closed, maybe we could deal with ya
She gets too freaked, the wife and the boss
Had all three of them liking it raw
Them put on weight from fighting them all
In the mall, see it and like it, it's yours
That's a nice fit, you ain't gotta price shit
I pay for it like the mics in the sauce
We pack big bags out of Saks 5th Ave
Mr. Put-Em-In-The-Bath with a fifth bat
I need space for all of my women's
In these days, the arguing was limited
I replaced the broad as she trippin'
It's D-Gaming all in the pimpin'
You got one, that's cool
Nowadays, everybody got two
That's a two, but I need another one
Yeah, there's another one
One won't do too, and I'm not enough for me, no
One won't do it too, it's not enough for me, no
One won't do too, it's not enough for me, no
One won't do it too, it's not enough for me, no
Radio won't be the same
J. Jack the Ripper is taking over the airwaves
J. J. Ripper, J. J. Ripper
It's been seven years since I packed up and moved on
I heard what it's like, but it's different when that's you on
Long as you're giving, yours impossible to do wrong
Niggas playing it with me, it get real quickly
They like the way it feel to be attached to an icon
Landscape full of garden snakes and jealous pythons
Outside the city limits, the lines ride up
Nobody asked to visit, their attitudes was different
What's yours is theirs, and that's including what you gifted
When you return in favor, niggas label you dismissive
They won't leave me alone, but you know
Three rings to voicemail, I'm ignoring the phone
Keep that same energy, what's theirs?
We belong, a lost stone shows growth
That's the shit I be on
I heard the beat said it best, I be straight in the end
Cause I got enough love, I don't need no more friends
Leave you alone, leave you alone
Cause you'll leave you alone
You'll leave you alone
Leave you alone, leave you alone
Cause you'll leave you alone
One thing is to go away
They can't leave me alone
Spit diamonds and gold, rock a crown, ass stuck in the throne
If trust get earned and that bridge get burned
It ain't no turning back, I don't forget I learned
So let's agree to disagree, it won't change the love
But once I said what I said, the conversation is done
I don't care who right or wrong, or who lost or who won
It don't change what I think won't make a new outcome
So adults talk, not post memes when they in they feelings
It's okay if your story make me out a villain
Stacking bodies like paper, I'ma make a killing
I'm bothering why you mad, that's the consequences
No matter how delayed, I'm not gon' change
I got four degrees, I ain't got a rat to get paid
Nobody know your struggle like you
It took a long time to get here and I'm loving the view
Leave you alone, leave you alone
Cause you'll leave you alone
Leave you alone, leave you alone
Cause you'll leave you alone
Leave you alone
If it ain't about money, what we talking about?
No time for small talk, people running they mouth
Talked in gears, but you shouting me out
Looking like a whole clown, now it's a two-cloud
No time to waste, these suspects in my face
I'm not for the game, mess around and get put in your place
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Attack mode, time to strike like a cobra
Poisonous venom into your system, killing you slower
Get niggas with blowers to your jugular
My brother's keeper, but I put my brother to sleep
If my brother try to creep up, you know me son
Show respect when I rock in the polio
Steam rolling on dick in my team, straight blowing them
Got them throwing their guns in the air like Onyx
Chef, Miss Mippin' Weston, crime is my New York spine
Let me warn y'all, killers upstairs, I see all y'all
Heavy like dick in my smite floor, y'all
Blow your ammo, shellar, see the guard block, amando
Handle, gun on my leg, blow his anode
I'm looking at you wild like, oh, you probably think I'm high
Seems luck, chain around my neck, boarded for leaves up
Me what? Tennessee Drake, my agony guns, we treased up
Come out your shirt, buckle knees up, this cost a blanket rag
And niggas throw some G's up, less poly, slow mo status, bring the keys up
Wondering runners is looking mighty gazed up
Right, stupid FBI, tell them B's up
Biggest money's a in hole of guns, arms full of licks
Push it, it's drop your ones, baby need new shoes and a outfit
I see you stick the pins, you can't wait to just flick
You see my set of twin hitmen from Bushwick?
Two chicks with the 22 tex, if you heard about them
Open up the circle so the dice could rave
Pay you double if you triple, if you push you pay me
Gotta poly with your boots, stack your loot up
Get your weight up, big up, pull your boots up
So you step into the club with your guns up
Put the titchens on the monorail, raise the roof up
You gotta keep it in the fan stack your loot up
Get your weight up, big up, pull your boots up
So you step into the club with your guns up
Living tensions on the mind, so raise the pookies up
I come from Bed-Stah
Neither do or they gon' die
Gotta keep the **** close by
Someone murdered, nobody seen, nobody heard it
Just another funeral service
We'll get at you, come through, shine at the app you
And for a daylight, kidnap you
Let's get crap through, police stay on us like tattoos
It's only grand cause we have to
Money is power, sling, powder
Feast comes through every hour, it's all about that dollar
And we no deal with cowards
Weak lambs get devoured by the lion in the concrete jungle
The strong standing rumble to weak bow
Then crumble at the land of trouble
Brooklyn Home are the greatest rappers
Big comes first and the queen comes after
Now put your liners up
Bed-Stah, put your liners up
New York, put your liners up
DC, keep putting your liners up
Philadelphia, put your liners up
Detroit, put your liners up
China, keep putting them liners up
No matter where you're from, put your liners up
Now let me give you a walkthrough
Show you what they're doing you don't do
Where it's not safe to go to
The boys approach you, better say quick who you close to
Don't come through if **** don't know you
Cause people is talking, the streets is watching
The T's is lurking, that's the **** in the garbage
The life of a hustler, the life of a gambler
Dice games kill more than cancer
You know you **** quick, Brooklyn don't run, we run
Roll up and just bum rush
We don't play that **** out in BK, not at all
Now leave your face on the wall
RIP in memory of
Never show our enemies love
We get it on where we live
Better have a pass when you cross that bridge
Welcome to Brooklyn, put your liners up
LA, put your liners up
VA, put your liners up
Texas, keep putting your liners up
New Orleans, put your liners up
St. Louis, put your liners up
APM, keep putting them liners up
No matter where you're from, put your liners up
LA, put your liners up
This is Knox Vaughn, shout out Next Level DJs
Very own DJ Jack the Ripper
Jack the Ripper
Knox Vaughn
Winnin' every time, that's a bet
Booty poppin' out like a cassette
You give me that love, I can't regret
You give me that love, I can't forget
Winnin' every time, that's a bet
Booty poppin' out like a cassette
You give me that love, I can't regret
You give me that love, I can't forget
Try to walk beside you and they slip
I was always workin' while they slept
Every bad b**** need a vet
Call the rums, you and no one's back
You just love to make these b****s upset
We ballin' on these b****s with that in the neck
Walkin' sound like they just got to rest
They f*** with you, the face look like spaghetti
You shinin' like diamonds and baguette
Hip man, heart like bread
We together, we don't get no racks
That's your sketch to get everyone else
Your love's a d*** and they should come with scales
You don't need the lashes or the nails
You don't need ice cause you flashin' by yourself
Has anybody called you a milk wet?
Winnin' every time, that's a bet
And your booty poppin' out like a cassette
You give me that love, I can't regret
You give me that love, I can't forget
Winnin' every time, that's a bet
Booty poppin' out like a cassette
You give me that love, I can't regret
You give me that love, I can't forget
Try to walk beside you and they slip
You give me that love, I can't forget
Love's a d***, I need another hit
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