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Claymore & Mike Mass

Chickenz

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Chickenz was released on September 11, 2021 by Wave Theory/Claymore Industries as a part of the album Mass Effects 2

Song Details

AlbumMass Effects 2

Release DateSeptember 11, 2021

LabelWave Theory/Claymore Industries

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM85

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Claymore

Background Vocals, Lead Vocals, Rap

Mike Mass

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Claymore

Lyrics, Arranger

Mike Mass

Composer, Arranger

Clayton Jones

Songwriter

Mike O'Halloran

Mike O'Halloran

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Claymore

Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Recording Engineer

Mike Mass

Producer

Lyrics

(verse 1: Claymore)

Sorry if a **** went, missing for a bit

We’ve been running at each other, playing chicken on the strip

I been rocking all the boats, and went fishing for some chips

She done gone and took the bait, now she licking on the tip//

Of my dick, oftentimes, a brotha gotta put his conscience to rest

Especially when my mind’s on a check

All that getting money’s fine, but I rhyme for respect

And that feeling when I go, that I can die with no regrets//

Gotta make moves so I don't waste all the time I got left

Cry tears till I drown in this mess

The cold sweats, the stress, heart pounding in my chest

All the shit that keep me searching till I found what was best//

I gots to get paid 'fore I'm laid up in a casket

Though a **** made it from a slave to a master

Never fantasise bout the whips and the chains

And the glitz and the fame, ‘cause that shit ain’t really lasting//

But if you want the scoop, like a ladle do to soup

Can tell you how you made it from a cradle to a coop

Not "coupe" as in vehicles that's made to seat two

But conditions of a chicken that’s afraid to face the truth//

You afflicted with a host of other comorbidities

Hating on a brotha 'cause I flow more differently

I don't need you or all your cohorts dissing me

Potter with the mark against Voldemort's wizardry//

(bridge: Claymore)

Pick a rapper, just 1, not 2, not 3

That spit the bars so chilly, so cool, might freeze

Go way back to Just-Ice, Ice Cube, Ice-T

Spit it cold so these chickens in the coop fly free

(verse 2: Claymore)

Billionaires be making money hand over fist

Ain’t no handouts cause **** lose their hands over this

But if my manz blazing, tell him hand over piff

And in hand-to-hand combat, I handle this shit//

Like John Wick, blow like candle, the fam know it's lit

Leaving blood up on your door like it's Passover, bitch

Dealing with more Range than a Land Rover whip

In conditions of a slave, work the land over whips//

**** still in chains, so, shit ain’t really changed

And they tried to block our shine, so we glisten and we bling

Raised off of sugar water and the chicken and the wings

We just birds of a feather, so, this is what we sing//

Wonder why they in the streets picketing and bickering

The good’ll do nothing, so the wickedness will reign

The streets where ya peeps can go missing for a dividend

Pushing heavy weight, that they be lifting for the gains//

But if you stand idle, it just mean you're really wicked, too

Opinion prolly bend, just depend on who you listen to

The red, white, and blue, much like the hammer and the sickle

That was made to hit home in the manner of a missile//

Written by: Claymore, Clayton Jones, Mike Mass, Mike O'Halloran

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