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coast contra - full clip freestyle lyrics

[intro: taj austin, ras austin]
dj woods
ras austin

[verse 1: ras austin]
i rose through the clouds, dope as pablo profile
spit it esco style, bars could escalate to trial
keep a closed mouth, they don’t get fed
big fed up, the hood full of stray bullets, the youth misled
keep your head up then keep your bread up
my brother’s keeper keep it one hunnid
you phonies tryna keep us set up
grew up with no insurance, had to insure myself
my life was valuable, then reassure myself as my value grew
my mind malleable, that mean i change, can’t stay the same
‘causе that definition insane, what elsе to explain?
i watch ’em do it all in vain like heron
but from here on, i bend spoons spiting flames
i’m opium, sweat full of sodium, salty and green with envy
it’s all in ya cubic zaraconium, faking the prezy like trump back on the podium
punks back on my scr+t+m, i, uhh, let my nuts drag on the floor again
yeah, yeah, spit a verse, they back on the flow again, yeah
hop in a he+rs+ and rehe+rs+ the words i ghost wrote for them
this fom the spirit, so when you hear it, the ouija board move with the lyrics, quoting ’em
frightening all the pope and ’em
rasy the one, momma had me young, grew up having fun
though times was hard, where soft n+ggas come undone
i overcome, going hard till i over came
these b+tches down to suck seed for success, man
that’s no doubt, nothing we don’t know about, gon’ give ya throat out
just know the game, ain’t no house wife in my hoe house, not never
my momma momma momma momma raised me better
word to my ancestors, that manifest us
[verse 2: rio loz]
uhh, it’s the microphone checker
from the slums, the forgotten sector
blowing steam like a pressure pot full of pressure
the nightmare from elm street, while you sleep, i’ll get ya
rappers waking up to my lectures
feel the texture of this audio architecture
coming for the money like another bill collector
make sure the fruits of my labor sweet as nectar
protector of this hip+hop sh+t that made us
boy, watch ya mouth, ’cause you just don’t know
when and where i’ma bust yo ass with this flow
it’s time to raise the bar, bench press your whole squad
knew i was a star, barefooted, walking through the slums
too many wanna be hard, n+gga, be easy
know who you are, stop frontin’, this ain’t tv
entertainers, rappers, groups and crews get done up
like my girl’s bun in the morning when i see the sun up
i’m lampin’, big willie style, relaxing
watch the passion, spark the masses hearts like matches
de colombia adonde sea ne dirán, what’s happening
yo, yo, yo
dimelo pues parcero si este flow, es muy rápido, let’s take it slow
lento, se me fueron los números del reloj
porque es mi tiempo, anda con el tempo
o me pongo violento, yo soy el evento
dile a tu vecina, que no sabe no nada de esto
let’s go, back to the fifth floor
how we break it down, bringing that feeling back that you ain’t felt in a while
never been to met gala, but i got more styles
from the lost files that i tossed out on this paper route
all around the globe with a microphone
got lyrics to go for mc’s i’m sending back home
sh+t, you know how it go
si!
[verse 3: natia]
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
coast contra, ha, ha, ha, ha
i’m out in fresno, playin’ depeche mode, like i’m a f+ckin’ lesbo
my shawty is too hard to let go, like a f+ckin’ eggo, 38 special
when the bullets enter your vessel, you saltier than a pretzel
you don’t be fighting, y’all n+ggas wrestle
i’m dr. jekyll, you gon’ be screaming for me to let your neck go
stop rappin’ if your side hustle workin’ at petco
never had a job and i’m boosting sh+t off a melrose, like n+gga, h+ll no
i’m a dumb n+gga but my b+tch bad like michael kelso
gun holster, before you die, you hear velcro
white wall tires, matte black, 65 el co
white n+ggas call me sick but i ain’t got strep throat
a nollie flip, i feel like jim greco
stacy adams on my feet made out of ten geckos
laker game, natia heckle
yo, i’m court side, i know you spot me like a freckle
haaaaa

[verse 4: taj austin]
uh, taj austin, ayy
just know it’s bound to come down to the wire
same ones connected to these microphones, we admire
waterproofed the torch, leave the earth scorched
and if you get burnt, you didn’t belong in the fire
they rap at third degree heat, thinking that sh+t amazing
i spit beyond the 33rd degree, what is a mason?
rap progenitor, yahweh adjacent
uh, dope enough, can make an attic outta bas+m+nt
i really slept on the floor, wood against my head
couple n+ggas slept on my floor like a guest bed
little did they know, they dirt napping on their death bed
some of y’all heard of curtis mayfield but never met fred for real
unlocked potential, studied hip+hop bottom to top, got credentials
in the zone or not, drop a hot sixteen right on the spot
what i don’t got, i label non+essential
label made us apparent but we made it official
when it was no initial looks and murphy’s law felt like it was judicial
this for my dawgs, i don’t want ’em in a kennel
stuck, dreaming out the window
i was taught real n+ggas accept penalties for they own faults
boss n+ggas keep indemnity for any strong loss
in this industry, keepin’ ya dignity come at a cost
judgmental energy permeate, every stone tossed
it’s worth more than whatever they own or bought
move on the low, follow a code, don’t defrost
worry about your soul alone, we got our own cross
those are some do’s and some don’ts
real sh+t
[verse 5: eric jamal]
it goes blaow, look who’s up in the building now
everybody know it’s about to go down
move to the sound, watch ’em move in the crowd
brothers say “ohh”, ladies say “oww”
wow, look how a smile can make you smile
look at ’em wild out with styles they can’t house
get out, you rappers ain’t hot, you just mild
sorry to be the one to tell you it’s just clout
these new rappers get old quick, i senile
’cause he sound like she sound and he sound
if he rap or she rap, you pr+noun
they couldn’t flow in new flows, they might drown
bow down, y’all see the crown, i’m here now
hands up, we be the best, hands down
my punchlines make mc’s throw in towel
a mc tryna see to see m’s in my account
turn around, my financial style is kung lao
no cap, for that chicken get hit with a kung pow
so much money, think that i can’t count
’cause every time i add it, i’m f+cking up the amount
wait, check how i bounce when the check don’t bounce
rushin’ to gain capital like i’m from moscow
slow down, it’s all about making it compound
but go and get ya jury, my n+gga, this ain’t trial
look, i came out the jungle, i made it, i feel like i’m mowgli
i’m black, that’s apparent, my spirit a panther like boseman
they can’t bear with a n+gga when they can’t control ’em
the eyes never lie, see a snake always smile when it’s hungry
i’m not your brother, not ya homie, so don’t try to hoe me
my brain not for pimping, i’ll pimp everything that you throw me
it’s hard to love this generation, too many are phony
see, i can use a cheesy line but my craft never corny
i get some money, i tell myself like you not gon’ blow it
be like ginóbili, might just ball in the spur of the moment
24 hours in the stu, i ain’t ate since the morning
go to my two cents, should i do it, i’ma get me a kobe
yeah, i’m from philly, but really la, you helped mold me
see, it’s a difference when you asked and you actually chosen
to build these n+ggas, to heal/heel these n+ggas
but first, i know they weakness, i’ma achilles/k!ll+these n+ggas
i’m coast!

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