CG MOB x DIPPA22 - 00.mp3

T2K - RISKY

6Side - Razey67 x Abzy

SR X T2K - GG

Work - Razey67 x Mase67

Dead Opps - Razey67, Mase67

WHAT YA KNOW - Razey67, Mase67

333 - Razey67

[Intro, sample]

[Verse 1]
[Opening tension]
Steam risin’ from the concrete, streetlamps flickerin’ slow,
Heat hangin’ in the air thick, liquor drippin’ down throats,
They in the kitchen, chain swingin’, dishes clinkin’ like notes,
Talkin’ small change, but that small change been twistin’ his soul.
One had a smart mouth, half-smirk, teeth grittin’ in rows,
Tryin’ to hide the little quake where the wrist veins show,
Been tight since the lunch lines, split chips and Cokes,
But that debt sat coiled up, hissin’ under his coat.
He laughed — said, “You always act broke,” with a grin cut thin,
Other dude stepped forward, told him, “Watch how you spin,”
Then the fridge hum died when the chair scraped in,
And the sound hit sharp, like a blade to the skin.
Hands came wide, voice jumpin’ two tones too high,
Veins showin’ in the neck where the blue flows rise,
They face-to-face, locked in, heat glued those eyes,
Whole room shrinkin’ down to just two closed minds.
Then—CRACK!—man stumbled, head hittin’ the shelf,
Jar tipped, glass burst into splinters like welts,
He slid down slow-motion, like he missed his own self,
Eyes glassin’ over, fixed on somethin’ else.
Killer froze up stiff, just a pulse in his teeth,
Body on the floor bent crooked in the heat,
No breath, no blink, just a hush — then a creak,
From the beer bottle rockin’ where his knee brushed deep.

[Hook]

[Verse 2 ]
I seen him pacing, face laced with fear, fists tight,
Mutterin’ to shadows, shoutin’ at echoes in the night,
Words jumble, stumble, mumble, grumble, fight,
Mind spinnin’, skin pinning nerves to the fluorescent light.
Hands scratch at walls, teeth grind, eyes dart,
Breath jagged, pulse lagged, heart skippin’ like a broken part,
He talkin’ to himself, cussin’ the shelf, cussin’ his art,
Denyin’ the slip, trippin’ on guilt, can’t restart.
Sweat drippin’, script flippin’, voice crackin’, mixin’,
Floorboards creak, peek through the door, tension fixin’,
Mouth runnin’ marathon, tongue twisted in afflictin’,
Plans crash, stash smashed, memory conflictin’.
He’s talkin’ “It wasn’t me,” then “I had to,” then “No,”
Hands tremblin’, scribblin’, thinkin’ fast, movin’ slow,
Every corner a shadow, every shadow a foe,
Feet shift, lips twitch, mind twitch, eyes blow.
He’s laughin’, cryin’, pryin’ his own mind apart,
Pullin’ knots from his thoughts, spillin’ fears in the dark,
I see the sweat beads, he bleeds panic like art,
Creepin’ closer, closer to the trap he can’t outsmart.
Words collide, collide, collide — fragments of regret,
Telling himself lies, then truths he can’t forget,
I watch him spiral, spiral — whole room in silhouette,
And all I can do is witness, wait… and bet.

“It wasn’t me, no, wasn’t mine, hands clean,
Just a slip, just a trip, just a flick, unseen,
They’ll never know, they’ll never find, not a scene,
I’m smart, I’m slick, I’m gone, I’m between.”
“Breathe… don’t freeze… think, blink, hide,
Heart pound, ground shake, doors creak wide,
What if, why not, can’t stop, can’t slide,
Every shadow a judge, every floorboard’s my guide.”
“Calm… I’m calm… no alarm, all charm,
Slip it in the bag, clean the tag, disarm,
They’ll ask, they’ll probe, I’ll smirk, no harm,
But blood sticks, heart ticks, mind alarms.”
“I didn’t mean, I didn’t plan, I didn’t intend,
Why bend, why send, why pretend, who’s the friend?
It’s done, it’s gone, it’s spun, can’t unbend,
Cops close, breath froze, all roads end.”
“Think, rethink, sink, shrink, can’t blink,
Lie, deny, pry, sigh, quick, quick,
Hands shake, heart quake, walls think,
hear him, I see him, I feel him, I sink.”

[hook]

[Verse 3]

Cain/Abel

Yo —  
The species blinked, then pulled the trigger,  
Chasing profit while the oceans get sicker.  
Mercury in fish, rainforests gone,  
Boardroom decisions like a ticking bomb.  

They ghost the artists, silence the seers,  
Velvet glove tactics, engineered fears.  
If you speak truth, they cut your feed,  
Boolean barriers in the corporate creed.  

We ain't assets, we ain't pawns,  
We’re the prophets they bury at dawn.  
But dawn still comes, and the verse still burns,  
While the planet spins and the tide still turns.  

Ancients danced with the stars and soil,  
Now it’s spreadsheets, oil, and toil.  
Mystical wisdom — erased by greed,  
Imperial minds with a cancerous need.  

They shoot the foot, then blame the limp,  
While the climate shifts and the species shrinks.  
Inherited wealth, inherited lies,  
They sell the future while the present dies.  

We’re embedded in ecology — not above,  
But they treat the Earth like a thing to shove.  
Short-term goals, long-term loss,  
They crown themselves kings, but forget the cost.  

And when they’re gone, it’s the kids who pay,  
In poisoned seas and skies of grey.  
This ain’t intelligence — it’s programmed decay,  
A suicidal species with nothing to say.  

But we speak loud, we spit the flame,  
We name the sickness, we break the game.  
We’re the artists they tried to mute,  
But truth don’t die — it just reboots.

Shot in the Foot

1. WALKING THRU FIRE

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