ransom - emerald city lyrics
[verse 1: bizzy crook]
[verse 2: ransom]
i’ve been treated like old news, n-gg-s just won’t lose
they say i’m so crude and barbaric on pro-tools
i hear it, they flow cool, i ain’t really impressed
i’m yet to hear something that i can feel in my chest
let’s put these feelings to rest, huh
the scent of a murder still on my breath
i gave the order, let’s blaze a quarter
harlem nights, see shades of porter, became a martyr
hate my father, so tell me how could i raise a daughter?
i came to slaughter, doubters and sh-t talkers
dancing over they grave, they calling us crip walkers, ha
i spit torture, the clip sparker
but still i drop couple jewels that’s precious like ms. parker
excuse me, is this how the story is told?
exceptional delivery with this glorious flow
i spit at 40 below, all gold everything
but just because it glitters, my n-gg-, don’t mean it’s gold, huh
like you ain’t know, all flash without substance
it’s been a minute since i made some cash without hustling
what’s rap without suffering? think inside of the question
these n-gg-s getting deals just solely off of perception
f-ck it, call it deception, these labels got no direction
well let the realest n-gg- that’s rapping teach ’em a lesson
i ain’t change up sh-t
i’m still coming through with some real live n-gg-s that i came up with
get your chain tuck quick, f-ck a stain, blood drips
know that dumb hood sh-t, i remain on it
yeah, n-gg-s know the story, i ain’t pushing forty
but i been to h-ll and back, selling crack, “pain and glory”
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