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Rise
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Rise was released on January 8, 2018 by The Social Contract Music, LLC as a part of the album Origami Chains
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Release DateJanuary 8, 2018
LabelThe Social Contract Music, LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM55

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malcolm Chester
Malcolm Chester
Songwriter

Lyrics

Now I ain't ever ever sell work
But a **** do work though
I ain't ever ever sip dirty but I've done a little dirt though
I ain't ever claim I was hood but I know I'm a man
Couple things that I, That I said I'll never do for myself
Might do it for my fam
So you better never
Lay a hand on my sister, or my brothers, or my brothers sisters
Im already looking for another predecessor
'Cause in my eyes I'm a legend already
Sun beat like Serengeti
Shit is heavy, don't
Don't, don't, don't
Tempt me though
Really only a couple **** get me though
Probably 'cause a **** don't talk no more
Too many **** faking I don't get that close, no, so
Stay away, I'm wide awake
I see the cake
It's far away
But I don't chase it 'cause it run away
I give it space
It'll come when it's ready
Got a crush on me heavy
I invite her to a dinner date
Yeah all my **** eating still
Trying to digest metal like
Fuck It we don't need a deal
I got assist
I don't need a kill
See, I'm the meekest still
**** out here looking for Onikka still
**** ducking but I see the bill
Boy you lucky I don't think you're real
Because I practice how I play
See a hundred shot attempts
Mean a hundred shots made
If I see the double team
Im'ma take it all the way LORD
Ain't no question why I pray
**** want to see me lose
The truth is that I can't 'cause
Too many I done brought along
Too much this shit is riding on
We dodging bull like a matador
Better check the catalog, ****
I don't mind the magazine
Fuck a cop
Unless its Ice Cube
On a ride along
I might have to take you on a tag along
**** think they're spitting just because they hear the fire alarm
Real talk, I'm like Tremor with the lave arm
Real talk, I'm "Hey Arnold" with the batting arm
Everything a hit boy
I got them running for their bases
Dont slip boy
Better get a grip, I
 
Yeah we on the rise and I don't plan on slowing down
Yeah we on the rise and I don't plan on slowing down
Yeah we on the rise and I don't plan on slowing down
Yeah we on the rise and I don't plan on slowing down, down, down down, down
I ain't ever ever sell work, but a **** do work though
I ain't ever ever sip dirty but I've done a little dirt though
I ain't ever claim I was hood but I know I'm a man
A couple things that I
That I said I'll never do for myself
I might do it for my fam
So you better never
So you better never what?
Disrespect, Dude and you hit the steps
Talk slick and get kicked in chest
Forget the rest
My clique gone, click the off button
Quick to pull cards
Son these **** all bluffing
Having staring at the floor like they lost something
I am the King
I am the One
I had the dream
Pull up in all black
Logo on the tag
You know all the words baby come on to the back
I'm an Eastside ****
Two door pusher
Green leaf blowing
**** need heat
Cause the team keep snowing
Flame out the top
And the train keep going Bring out the beast
On the field running routes
Had to bring out the cleats
Boy X hit the stage
And they spring out their seats
Get the shorties so wet had to ring out the sheets
Overtime you try to eat
**** bring out the beef
Sheesh
**** getting mad 'Cause they know they can't compete
**** I'm gone fast
Catch up to "Social Contract" Familia
Next up, Is nothing but Dubs on the record
Like Ralph I'm a wrecker
Coming for your sector
The Fayettenam Bone Collector
Yo, Every single song is special
If you ain't learning from the kid
You got the wrong professor
This **** domes is messed up
That's because I got the metal with the law detector
I'm in your head like that one night
I saw them headlights then
End up in the ditch
Son I could've been dead
But look Ma I'm here
Breathing
Sweating
Bleeding
Now I hit the road and get it lit for the evening
Me and Malcolm spent months on an island
Just planning out the shit that we're currently achieving
It's called believing
Written by: Malcolm Chester
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