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adan bean – quiet on the set lyrics

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chorus:

quiet on the set, quiet on the set
shhhh…..quiet on the set
quiet on the set, quiet on the set
shhhh…..quiet on the set

1st verse:

i’m in east atlanta village
bumping cappadonna, the pillage
the gopro image of a photo finish
i rap like a cat that has never known limits
i’m the blackjack kerouac on the road to repentance
with every line and sentence, i’m a make it obvious
i’m a body it
whether or not the audience acknowledge it
any boy or girl can get it, the flow’s so androgynous
i’m part kurt vonnegut and the hacker group anonymous
in a guy fawkes mask getting at pseudo stars
cause i stand behind each one of my paul lawrence dunbars
and thus far, my fanbase is whoever’s in earshot
i’m a cherokee spear shot and at wherever your fear’s stocked
sipping on deer park+ music booming out the back trunk
i’m a raised black fist with brass knucks + i’m that tough
i’m a rookie class shaq dunk, i’m tyson with the black trunks
i’m princ+p+l joe clark with a bat hoping you act up

2nd verse;

i’m in castleberry bumping pac’s machiavelli
hail mary + screwed & chopped
acting like it just dropped
visionary behind a mic stand
fans put up their “hi” hands
deadly with the sean penn, but then again i am sam
stupid with the acoustics
i come from a different place
the kick, drum, snare bass
use this here to share faith
no wristwear to glare face
whether waif or pear+shaped
i provide gourmet, these dudes food has weird taste
these cats rappin’
you can tell that they’re actin’
their setlist is netflix
it’s best with refreshments and coming attractions
the lights, camera and action
stereo closed+caption, wardrobe fashion
the keygrip, dp, script supervision
production managers, gaffer lighting technicians
amateur leading editor and location scout
an emcee as your leading man is what hip hop’s about…

3rd verse

i’m in little 5 listening to do or die
po pimp wanna ride in doors up, suicide
whatchu doin’ wit ya pride, i’m a lion with the zion lamb
or lamb with the zion lion, mama named me a+d+mn
bean, you can gleam off the ream of the paper stack
just cause you say it h+lla loud, that don’t make it fact
andre crouch take me back to where i first believed
in a rapper’s words and deeds but now they lie with fervent speed
no code or creed, it’s whichever way the wind blow
a trap beat instrumental and your identity’s out the window
at the onset of the intro + i kimbo slice the tempo
these method actors get redacted with each and every pen stroke
fresh to death mentos, i’m ten toes down
i’m well known ’round them parts you ain’t found
decatur to boogie down, diego to vallejo
basquiat of the block but these dudes is all the samo
beat streets for ramo; i’m k!llin’ em on tracks
where my homies at? i’m ill and al skratch
drop the act; before i break the 4th wall barrier
and sn+tch’em off the stage just to take’em outta character



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