Видео
Видео
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Guilty Simpson
Исполнитель
The Leonard Simpson Duo
Исполнитель
Leonard Charles
Исполнитель
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Байрон Симпсон
Автор песен
Jeremy Toy
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Leonard Charles
Продюсер
Слова
[Verse 1]
LSD
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Have a seat, crank it in your G
Ready to roll out, comin' through the streets
Talk is cheap and the songs sail all week
Petty beef taught us to turn the other cheek
My imperium pumps fear in them
My notions motivate emotion
Thoughts go deeper than the ocean
Way ahead of the rest, it's like I'm bein' humble when I'm boastin'
[Verse 3]
Love is love right?
Grind all day even though I'm up nights
I can sleep when I'm deceased
Apply it on another release
So I can fuck up the streets
They feel tremors when I enter
To give 'em that raw uncensored
I'm tryna take it worldwide with the ventures
To get under your skin like splinters
Born sinners
[Verse 4]
Combat format
And we bring the war to your doormat
Realness, we need more of that
Keep your fairy tales, give us more facts
Keep it real with us
Can talk sideways 'cause they can't deal with us
Talk tough but never in the field with us
I'm never trippin' out over what's said
I'm busy breaking bread
[Verse 5]
Yeah
At the round table talkin' expansion
Only advancements with my companions
Learn from tough times, I felt abandoned
Now you see the wolf rockin' the lamb skin
Stylin'
[Verse 6]
I'm all islands
Place to grill Simon
Got it all from rhymin'
They feel what I write like blind men
Had my shares of the bumps and bruises
Now I get dough in lumps from music
The insecure jump to conclusions
When they see you win they losin'
I make it look so easy
They talk slick but up until they see me
They analyze but they still can't read me
I feel the hate deep down, they need me
[Verse 7]
Well, get a good look
I can tell when I excel they look shook
When I drop a recipe from the cook book
Still grubbin', bringin' funds in while they go clubbin'
Learn back when I was still thuggin'
They get pissed off when you get plugged in
Connected, those doin' bad rejected
But the ones makin' moves respected
Weak ones talk reckless
They don't matter, I consider them dead
I'm busy breaking bread
[Verse 8]
Breaking bread
How you livin'?
How-how you livin'?
How you livin'?
How-how you livin'?
How you livin'?
How you livin'?
How-how you livin'?
They don't matter, I consider them dead
I'm busy breaking bread
[Verse 9]
You livin'
How you livin'?
How-how you livin'?
How you livin'?
How-how you livin'?
I'm never trippin' out over what's said
I'm busy breaking bread
[Verse 10]
How-how you livin'?
How-how you livin'?
How you livin'?
How you livin'?
How-how you livin'?
How you livin'?
[Verse 11]
What's the sense if you don't share it?
Why share it if they don't care any?
Take the torch, but won't carry
Fruits of your labor, yet won't bury
Hatin' ways hold no merit
Through the music, I won't perish
I can live forever now
Through the sound while I'm in the ground
Through the sound while I'm in the clouds
Videos when I move the crowd
Evidence that I did something
Took a hobby and I live from it
They don't matter, I consider them dead
I'm busy breaking bread
Breaking bread
I'm busy breaking bread
Breaking bread
Written by: Byron Simpson, Jeremy Toy
