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outpost - if i speak lyrics

[intro: sample from walt disney records’ “i’ll make a man out of you”]
let’s get down to business

[hook: samples with dj static scratches] (x2)
“bring that soul where i’m from, run blocks over for fun” – sample from poison pen on breez evahflowin’s “billy goats gruff”
“if i speak, is real” – sample from poison pen on breez evahflowin’s “billy goats gruff”

[verse 1: swave sevah]
yo, when i’m spitting to them darker beats, i like to spark
the leaf and talk to n-gg-s that walk the streets (holler)
but since talk is cheap, i prefer
to lead by example. action speaks louder than words (yep)
so i’m coming to leave you hacked and butchered
all y’all b-tch–ss n-gg-s is getting punk’d worse than ashton kutcher (b-tch)
and that’s only part of the beef. when i’m through with you
they gon’ be checking my head for the mark of the beast
(yo, they pleading for their life)—yeah, i’m making them beg
you could run, but, if i catch you, i’m breaking your legs (smash this)
you don’t want to be a missing person. you don’t want to have
the whole police department in your district, searching
take my words serious—don’t misinterpret
if you love life, it isn’t worth it. how you want it? you want to
continue breathing and fulfill your purpose (or) or forever sleep under the surface?
your choice, n-gg-

[verse 2: poison pen]
we distinguished gentlemen. don’t take humility for knock-off
when it pop off, we extinguish gentlemen
we show resilience, patience. emvees
outpost, africans, brazilians, jamaicans
and haitains, plus some good old yankee boys
north of the mason-dixon. accent swagger
cl-ssic character, new york. except it’s on some
hero sh-t. we great but getting overlooked
on some teeth-row sh-t. yes, a god indeed blow sh-t
rap’s my comp. little b-tch, i got to feed those kids
pardon my slur. it’s the liquor, my n-gg-
how i throw in bets, highs, lows, and reds
ha. it’s not over yet. we roll over tombs without playing
no role of a goon. to me, that’s not right for you to
call it a shootout, dog. you had that shot back
heh

[interlude 1 (overlapped with hook): breez evahflowin’]
outpost, emvees like: yo (yeah), yo (yeah), yo (yo)

[verse 3: breez evahflowin’]
unshakeable. take a whole eighth to the dome
and when we high, you ain’t taking us on. it’s like the lye
only making us strong and make me want to drop science like
science ain’t make no unbreakable bones
best to catch me alone and don’t let me make the phone call
my team to y’all is a guillotine through a snowball
snowflake bring it, be a failure in the business
like that n-gg- in the flick, answering his kicks like hoecakes
ok. they need someone to rock the place
(“it takes two”) from uptown, where they rob for base
and bk, bx on the tables of steel
to have your head nodding so hard, it’s able to k!ll
for real, who want next? x marks the challenger
my temple spits doom, check hearts like, “kali maa”
you hit the club with your squad. i’ll hit the club with the car
hit the floor ‘cause i’m breaking the bars

[verse 4: supastar billy graham]
y’all done did it, marathoned your mouth, ran with it
shifty prom mate, i must admit y’all could get it
f-ck what you say about my image. scrambling through life
like vick from the line of scrimmage (watch the kid)
my diddy bop is so crazy. see my arms swing
chains swing, ding-a-ling to my shoelace strings swing
only time you’re down to bang
is if your girl is down the train (hahaha)
hehe. you n-gg-s is h-m-s. talk about guns
the last you saw one was grand theft auto
stick to writing your jingles and promos
i got a hot lawyer that’ll get you all your points pro bono
quit grilling, homie. take a photo. outpost
and emvees rocking most emcees for real
if ya think billy graham won’t get ya
i exercise my fist. my n-gg-, one hit a quitter

[outro: supastar billy graham]
this is the joint venture of outpost and emvees. black static, motherf-cking swave sevah, breez evahflowin’, poison pen. enjoy the night. the motherf-cking new kid on the block: supastar billy graham. hide your b-tches, hide your liquor, hide your weed. hehehehe

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