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Written By Ace Ruga & Just Chris // Produced By Tichy T

Hook: say a prayer for these motherfuckers we take em to church
Killing off that weak shit coz we came from the dirt
this is passion when we’re rapping and clapping you’re getting merked
suit and tie shit fly shit we be giving them work

Ace Ruga: If a nigga hating 9 to his grill
If my hand cock that may his uncle write his will
Maybe run up in his courts
Nigga bet that 9 a peal
If he changing in the booth hit his man up with the steel
Kick them gates down for them bills
Ace ain’t got no chill, see my past super ugly like when Heidi fucked with seal
Wifey think I’m crazy
Shawty think I popped the pill
Popped the P out the front just to tell that bitch I’m ill
I said baby I just do it
Call it then we move it
Since I dropped tools everybody want the blue print
Boy you niggas stupid
Why you think we ruthless
See if we drop tops we ain’t talking about no couping
Got that Whoopi Goldberg
Roll up then it’s over
Nigga I’m the man smash a model on a sofa
Damn that loud be potent
All my raps she quoting
Slobbed on my knob how you think I got her open ?

Just Chris :
u niggas knocking at the wrong door
but tell em I got a peace if they want war
pull the pump back watch the gun clap like applause and I dnt really think u want an encore
see I dnt like to flex nah I dnt like to flex
but one phone call my niggas coming with the techs
see I keep my hands clean leave that for the shooter
another black boy with a mag and ruga
check my track record I be running the scene
getting high offa life aint bunning no green
rob who nigga know I got a gun in my jeans
act king ace will get u jack right in front of ur queen
then glassed in the head if u take me for a mug
leave u moving like a snail when I hit u wid dat slug
thought that I will be in jail like a nigga had no bars
now they all chair coz we’ve gone so far (sofa)

Self made track by Manolo of the Lifted Era Click

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[verse 1]
i want it, i work for it
never seem to get it
looks good, does it feel good?
running everything on credit
paris, i desperately want
i imagine the scene
home i always stay
a girl who can’t stop her dreams
under a mountain of debt
trying to dig myself out of it
i have no one i can blame
i got myself into it
a sunset in paris
a life that’s so careless
wine from my terrace
watching the sunset in paris
a sunset in paris
a life that’s so careless
wine from my terrace
watching the sunset in paris
[verse 2]
how i want…. (paris)
how i need… (sunset in paris)
but i can’t leave
got chains-on-me
i struggle to make ends meet
such a difficulty
when i wake up from my sleep
it depresses me
under a mountain of debt
trying to dig myself out of it
i have no one i can blame
i got myself into it
a sunset in paris
a life that’s so careless
wine from my terrace
watching the sunset in paris
a sunset in paris
a life that’s so careless
wine from my terrace
watching the sunset in paris
paris… sunset in paris

three™ - Did You Baby?

Over Jansport J’s “New Love” instrumental

When she says “I seen you the other day with your New Love, you ask er’…did you? d did you? d did you really baby?


RX-78" by Drip Drop from メカMecha Dreams EP, out on 穏便 Gentle Records

In dedication to his late brother TJ, King releases a heart felt single tittled “Letter To TJ” (Pills And Potions - Nicki Minaj) off upcoming mixtape “Killin’ Spree: Part III

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1 take - Some funkiness on my brothers very first beat… say wha?

The Beatfonics Crew -vol.8 / 2nd Anniversary:

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To celebrate their 2nd anniversary the Beatfonics Crew release a new beattape. 
”This time there’s no theme, no restrictions, no inspiring artist…no borders. There’s just what we are.”

Per celebrare il loro secondo anno di attività la Beatfonics Crew rilascia un nuovo lavoro. “Questa volta non c’è un tema, né restrizioni o artisti “ispiratori”…Non ci sono frontiere. C’e’ solo quello che siamo.”

check out other producers in this beattape:

yeah, i’m on the cusp of cream
trust and believe this is more than just a dream
team grind, keep on
can’t allow y’all to sleep on so
wake up (repeat)

verse 1
no time for small banter, gigging at chitlin’ tour standards
gaining momentum and more and more fandom
wielding the mic like it’s Thor’s hammer
sore back combated with extract from shorn antlers  
with ripping it comes the ribbons and love, the women
and such but tunnel vision ‘til my bidness is done
a mimic of none, unique as a print of my thumb
but just to keep it simple enough, they call me
JB like the Soul Brother Number 1
sucker for break beats where they gave the drummer some
flush your eardrums and deliver from the scum
with a style so clean albums come with rubber gloves
from Playtex, i’m coming up at a pace that’s breakneck
so place your paycheck on a safe bet
to sum it up in a statement, i got Next 
and i don’t mean Butta Luv in the tape deck, check

i’m on the cusp of cream, trust and believe,
this is more than just a dream
i got the touch y’all must agree
So for those still stuck asleep, it’s time to
wake up (repeat)

verse 2
coming through the kid’s fumbling jewels
this year the youth can skip their summer school
my spit a hundred proof, the flames airlift your
balloon and take you on a trip to the moon 
and don’t plant a flag i just tag my handle
the vandal, spray permanent paint can fulls 
getting up something like Christ early Easter
guerilla promo no charge, Shirley Caesar
rap trapezist, my bars flyer
to even admire need to look skyward
tip toe high ropes of barbed wire
with flows i’m cold as hard Breyer’s
hardwired for loops on fire, 
dive in like circus taught tigers
even the tame raise their arms higher
gaze in amazement ‘til your eyes hurt, word


can’t dine solely on critical shine
so pull the vault door open ‘fore i kick it inside
on some Don “The Dragon” Wilson, Cynthia Rothrock
Michael Dudikoff, Jean Claude through your rock box
then non stop your alarm clock 
and brew a stew of no dose in a crock pot
then serve you intravenously, secure your eyelids
open adhesively, repeatedly you’ll hear (wake up)
this is more than amusement
i rule with, two solid steel hands ruthless
i’m on the roof and i’m Q with a loose grip
i got the juice kid, ‘bout to take two sips
my bars ring, tugging your heart strings
it’s like Al Green singing in an arm sling,  
not a darn thing standing between me 
and total supremacy, will glow inevitably, watch me