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101
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101 wurde am 14. September 2018 von Kay-Dee Records als Teil des Albums First Brick veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum14. September 2018
LabelKay-Dee Records
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM89

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Songtexte

Black supremacist crack the Guinness spark the lye
Salute me when I enter my **** hold ‘em up high
Survived cold wars and fiends with no teeth
Heroine and diabetes **** with no feet
No sleep till the A.M. **** we go hard
Money murder or mayhem, **** going at God
Don’t ever question you know what I’m about
Knocking **** off
Knocking **** out
And fuck around I’ll bleed y’all ****
Ivan Drago, Apollo Creed y’all ****
And I’m a rep Mach till they free my ****
And the heir to the crown that’s me my ****
Now say grace and break bread and let’s eat
I’m so evolved I Marley Marl on break beats
No Juice Crew, no Biz Mark Kane
Valor suits rocking bismark chains
And I can hear the pain in the veins of my ****
So I’m a curse the world that made me a ****
I’m no Messiah been inspired by the drug dealer
I know the science my alliance to the underworld
My slang alien and floating on another world
It’s outta orbit flash Gordon when they press record
I go from Knowledge to Build 'fore I make it to Born
And for these dollars we kill, **** that’s on the norm
Clouds form storms coming, I predict a drought
Go ahead and breathe it in and let me blow this out
He nocturnal, eyes bleeding from the sess a mill
Tired of these nickels and dimes he tryna touch a Mil
Now the plot thickens and he spot victims
Soon as **** come out the spot he "HA stick’em"
With no mask, no common sense
Just a fool **** ignoring the consequence
'Cause he got a seed and a baby moms
At his moms crib and it won’t be long
Before the words out and then the word spreads
Every single dollar he took is on his head
He want to live it up, eat smoke drink it up
Even in his wildest dreams he couldn’t think this up
You know when karma come and them lamas come
Anybody caught in its path they won’t pardon ‘em
And two shots rocked the doors off the hinges
Baby in the bassinet, mom’s in the kitchen
Shells penetrate exit out and they ricochet
Holes in everybody left blood on the dinner plates
Now we light a candle
Sad example of what a fake **** can’t and a real **** can do
And that’s real...101
Written by: Kenneth Gonzalez, Rasheed Chappell
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