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The First 48

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Hip-Hop/Rap

The First 48 was released on January 1, 2017 by Zip Em Ent as a part of the album The First 48 - Single

Song Details

AlbumThe First 48 - Single

Release DateJanuary 1, 2017

LabelZip Em Ent

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM83

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Knowledge

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Blaine Harding Jr.

Blaine Harding Jr.

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Anno Domini

Producer

GOKP Beats

Engineer

Lyrics

Let me talk to ya, got them albums finally off the back burner

Digitals & digipacks been flippin' like ya spatulas

Not a single feature either, I ain't got no rap for suckas

Why I'm moving too fast, and I ain't coming back for nothin'

Actin' like I owe 'em some of what I bust my ass to get

I do this on my own, so I don't own this with an asterisk

A man who's gonna do it, no matter what they gon' do to me

So I been makin' due, without everything that's been due to me

There's no comparing you to me, the thought alone, lunacy

You talkin' like you thought that you could walk up in these shoes with me

They're un-fillable, homie, lemme just keep it real with you

Since umbilical was cut, I been something to deal with, too

Fowl Play General, to Solo, or the Coalition

Rough, rugged, raw & real has always been the only mission

Negativity was never meant to be the sole intention

Fights between the dark & the light, over my soul's position

I'm in my own dimension, crazy by my own admission

Forced to use the same tools, I'll find a way to hold 'em different

Never slowing, I get it like I was told to get it

Talk so much shit, you'd think I must be rollin' in it

Funny, they don't know you get money 'til you're posin' with it

Think shit isn't butter with you're bread unless you're toastin' with it

I live a lifestyle & feel if you ain't kosher with it

You can go and visit your father, son & the Holy Spirit

Makes no difference, wouldn't give a shit or less

Fryin' bigger fish you always tend to make a bigger mess

I spit hot grease, & you can not stop me

For any reason you do not believe it, just watch me

Without a needle, he still spitted dope & left a lot of tracks

I never fight with junkies, no need to get us-a-boxin match

Screen my lyrics to find out where all de-toxins at

Why dwell on your past if you already fought with that

I'm runnin' on a fast train that doesn't do reverse

And only summons my past pain when I'm thumbing through the verses

Don't interrupt, anytime the mastermind is working

I'm sacrificing your virgins without an actual purpose, and

It's worthless, to take advice from those who've got no goals in life

Crap or get up off the pot if you're afraid to roll your dice

But don't be gambling with your life, in the valley of death

I'll squeeze your neck to test how much you really value your breath

If you can breathe between the gasping & the wheezin'

I'mma do that ass like Rocky when he practiced in the freezer

Beat 'em till my own fists bleed, & end it quickly

With the type of hits to make a non-believer out of Ripley

Crippling the competition, shittin' on my opposition

Type who's gonna say it & wish that you got a problem with it

Say some shit I shouldn't, still I never been a person that's fake

A track record, that was murder in The First 48

Written by: Blaine Harding Jr.

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