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PERFORMING ARTISTS
El Michels Affair
El Michels Affair
Ensemble
Black Thought
Black Thought
Vocals
Leon Michels
Leon Michels
Band Leader
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leon Michels
Leon Michels
Songwriter
Tarik Trotter
Tarik Trotter
Songwriter
Homer Steinweiss
Homer Steinweiss
Songwriter
Nick Movshon
Nick Movshon
Songwriter
Jake Graffagnino
Jake Graffagnino
Songwriter
Joseph Noel
Joseph Noel
Songwriter
Eddie Holloway
Eddie Holloway
Songwriter
Erkin Koray
Erkin Koray
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Leon Michels
Leon Michels
Producer
Alex DeTurk
Alex DeTurk
Mastering Engineer
Jens Jungkurth
Jens Jungkurth
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Uh, and when the hawk out, you know to watch what you talk 'bout Them marks is not about pride and if you was outside You made it home before it was dark out To play the couch with pop-pop, the smart route 'Cause it's not for hopscotch when that chalk out And it's not the pop-lock when they dance on you It ain't a pat on the back when they hands on you and sickin' they mans on you Times is terrify' You gotta keep the fear in check like it's verified Some boys took the respect and some may never try They said, you never raised your voice and never ride And they ain't never lied You couldn't fare through the tolls and snares You be in people hearts and minds, thoughts and prayers Leave the street shit there to its rightful heirs And don't front like a new set of white veneers Dery, Peter and paintball 'til the debt was cleared You had to let a low lamb take flight in the ear Or prolly loosen the kick drums, tighten the snares I'm tryna take food from wolves and fightin' with bears Who'da bid the sight of blood get you light in the head? You would cry, "Help" and play police might interfere Stay with the angels, walk like Egyptian The Bengals and scripts gettin' flipped, the whole hood on angles A significant amount of trauma will change you The "Keep gettin' in and out of drama" will drain you For what it's came to, I ain't gon' say that I blame you When you angry, ain't no management to complain to When a personal hell is uniquely spelled Out of shotgun shells from a DP-12 Is it the monster from within or nine-inch nails That make us constantly defend or hurt ourselves? Aha And when it's brick out, you know to slow down your big mouth 'Cause niggas be in the cut with guns as big enough To huff, then puff, then blow down the brick house The sight's make you submit and cash your chips out Extendos are so long, it sticks out Some big row swore they was built then bitched out Some Cub Scout caps was spilt to get clout And then they switched routes 'Cause when it all spiral out of control No mistake, you gotta shake, break, rattle, and roll And when the snake stick his fake head out of the hole He gettin' clipped when the state says he not on parole I seen cats in the cab with the gats in the bag Pull up on you smokin' a shore, then ask for a drag Then attack you for bad, do a snatch, then a stab Then collapse through the cracks like rats in a lab It's wild We've got to stop
Writer(s): Tarik Trotter, Nick Movshon, Homer Steinweiss, Erkin Koray, Leon Michels, Jake Graffagnino, Eddie Holloway, Joseph Noel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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