Motives prod. Anno Domini Nation

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Im Like That

Portland Ave, thirty-third to thirty-four East,
Central Minneapolis, the tension in the street.
Two cars pull up, four agents moving tight,
Red Honda blocking traffic under flashing lights.
She waving them past like, “Yo, it’s all good,”
“Not mad at you, man,” calm misunderstood.
Phones out filming plates like it’s part of the play,
Hands on a screen, not afraid, that’s what people say.

Thirty-eight seconds, that’s all it took,
City held its breath when the trigger shook.
She tried to pull away, wheels turned downhill,
No threat in her motion, just panic and will.

“Get out the car!” voices cutting the air,
Doors getting pulled, hands reaching in there.
Passenger yelling, “Drive baby, go!”
She straightened the wheel, tried to move slow.
Gun comes up, windshield breaks the sound,
Shots through the glass as the car spins around.
Crash in the silence, streetlight bent low,
Anger in a voice: words colder than snow.


Portland Avenue, entre la 33e et la 34e Est,
Au cœur de Minneapolis, la tension dans la rue.
Deux voitures arrivent, quatre agents descendent,
Une Honda rouge bloque la circulation sous les gyrophares.
Elle leur fait signe de passer, comme pour dire : « Tout va bien »,
« J’ai rien contre vous », un calme incompris.
Des téléphones sortis, on filme les plaques comme une scène ordinaire,
Les mains sur l’écran, sans peur… c’est ce que les gens ont dit.
Trente-huit secondes, c’est tout ce qu’il a fallu,
La ville retient son souffle quand le coup part.
Elle essaie de repartir, les roues tournent en descente,
Aucune menace dans son geste, juste de la panique et l’envie de fuir.
« Sortez de la voiture ! » des voix tranchent l’air,
Les portières s’ouvrent, des mains se tendent à l’intérieur.
Le passager crie : « Conduis, vas-y ! »
Elle redresse le volant, tente d’avancer doucement.
Une arme se lève, le pare-brise éclate,
Des tirs à travers le verre, la voiture tourne sur elle-même.
Le choc dans le silence, un lampadaire plié,
Et une voix chargée de colère… des mots plus froids que la neige.

Cold World

Thirty-eight seconds, that’s all it took (Renee Nicole Good)

Better biz, sedative, can I live?
Crunch time, kettle chip
Punchlines, let 'em rip
Brunch time, eleven-ish
One in the clip
One in the Chamberlain do what thou Wilt
Love is law
Above the law, above it all
A touch of raw
No love, then it's fuck 'em all
No trust, locusts
Stay robust
No low bucks
No locs up, they know it's us

Fresh and fit without a fit on, ain't tryna get on
Blessed without my chain on, I stay the same on
Monday to Monday, game on, I do the same on
My shit or whoever's shit, put Dot or Wayne on
You rather cop your chains or be in debates on
Being the greatest, you're great whenever you hated on
Debated on, made my mistakes, not waited on
This game'll chew your ass up, make sure your faith is strong

Checks come in few steps, make sure your laces on
Not easy, make you fight to the bell like Le'Veon
No time for grieving, niggas die every day B it's killer season
No chilling, we eating whatever plates we on
Hot or cold, so icy, I keep my G's around
Pot of gold, she show up when them P's is around
Tryna roll, don't hit me unless cheese is around
By the O's, we blowing on that leaf by the pound

Yet I quit, ISIS
Priceless, no terrorist
Young nigga, type shit
No bear, I don't bite shit
Just bare arms like light fits
Do the right shit
Spike shit
Stay with a fox, no swipe shit
Wit a tight fit, she like lick
Pull up to a cyph', shit, I might spit
Wrong hand but the right grip, I might switch
I put my whole life in this

We made it
We made history, no questions
Eliminate all mysteries, no guessing
Intimidate all enemies, go press 'em
No debating industry niggas, that's your leverage
This independence shit's chess, nigga, it ain't checkers
Eat competition for lunch but finish your breakfast
Don't stop your run for a bitch, nigga, you know better
Twenty-four, I'm on go, bitch, I'm a go-getter

Don't make no excuse for your plight, just keep your shit tight
Ain't too cute for a fight, make sure your hit right
Keep your crew in your sight, they logging intel
One step ahead and they switch, you wishing them well
Off to Rio shit, me and mine flying to see more
On my D-low, (Ice) in my veins, shit, this life is a free throw
Can't get caught up with cap niggas lying (Lion) like Leo
Just cooking up shit, I'm here for the brioche

ICE COLD

(Could I be the one you love?)
This shit is wild, this shit be crazy
(Could I be the one you love?)
Watch your motherfuckin' back, I swear to God
(In the morning, in the night, i'll be there to treat you right)
Keep your head on a swivel
Uh, yeah

(Turn the night away)
The night has just begun
Two is better than one
It's what you here to become
Don't
(Turn the night away)
Come inside, no pressure
All is wise, no guessing
All is lies, the test
Don't
(Turn the night away)
Let's play Russian roulette
Twenty-one on that black
Got an ace in the deck
Don't
(Turn the night away)
Make you earn the respect
It's your turn, get a check
Soon as you turn your neck

Got 'em, have you burned at stake
Worth nothing like that money that you earn from Stake
That ain't the half, some'll leave your ass drained
Can't do the math, funny cash
No bread in the bank, can't even laugh
Money bagged, they come for your plate, won't even ask
Higher learning, invite higher stakes, not in your class
Dream killer, unless they can dream with you
The best yeah you giving your all
Keep going, dream nigga, we on that ass
Back to the lab, gotta dream bigger, no going back
Flow stating, no waiting, gotta move fast
No hesitation, hov say he who hesitates at war is lost
I ain't paying shit, can't afford the cost
Ain't have a plan B, never could I abort it all
They hear your plans, they hating when they are not involved
Lie to your face, smiling at it too, doing they job
Plot an escape, inevitable, you never fall
Just don't

(Turn the night away)
The night has just begun
Two is better than one
It's what you here to become
Don't
(Turn the night away)
Come inside, no pressure
All is wise, no guessing
All is lies, the test
Don't
(Turn the night away)
Let's play Russian roulette
Twenty-one on that black
Got an ace in the deck
Don't
(Turn the night away)
Make you earn the respect
It's your turn, get a check
Soon as you turn your neck

Plotting, opportunists
The plot thickens, opportunities missed
Gotta prove, you get into it, you into this shit
Gotta do it, you that influence, momentum is lit
Lot to do, whole lot of music, lost friends in this shit
Wasn't loyal, thought you was spoiled, you been in this shit
Wasn't for you, thought they were with you, against you and shit
Cut the cord, say fuck 'em all, stay winning, my nigga
Go and ball, you show 'em all you been in this system
Tryna be different, tryna go get it
They laughing at you, not laughing with you
They looking past you, not looking at you
Looking around you, pull from your aura
They steal your sound too, hard to ignore it
Hard to enjoy it, gotta move forward
Time to dig for your purpose, gotta implore it
That'll be morbid, gotta do more
Par for the courses
They can't steal your soul
Too far from the sources

They can't steal your soul
They won't steal my soul
They can't steal your soul
They won't steal my soul
Yeah

i been locked inside for days

demixod

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