slow jam.

lyrics:

Yeah (Statik Selektah)
Time waits for no man, life is but a two-step slow jam
Dancin' with the devil, tryin' not to lose my balance
But God blessed the kid many talents, he was chosen
That's why you see I'm livin' in the moment
Every second, gotta own it
'Cause you never know when could be your last
Time breathin', now you bleedin' from the gun blast
Then you thinkin' 'bout the past, see your whole life in a flash
Best friends lowerin' your casket, now your son a bastard
Pressure on his shoulders make 'em gotta grow faster
Where I'm from, the stories never end with no happily ever afters (uh)
Just broken families forced to start new chapters
A natural disaster, the cycle, in a loop
And we caught up in a rapture
Not to mention all the other factors
Government agendas against rappers
They wanna see us either dead or captured
So I hold my head high 'til they put me below
Best know 'til the day I die I'ma keep my heat close
This is for my niggas who took a day to relax
Huggin' the block but the block ain't hug 'em back
So we hold our head high 'til they put us below
Best know 'til the day we die we gon' keep this heat close
This is for my niggas who took a day to relax
Huggin' the block but the block ain't hug us back
Took a trip to Miami that March (uh)
Couple weeks right before my daughter got born (uh)
To meet up with a kid by the name of X
Had to go to him 'cause he was on house arrest, nonetheless
Our first time meetin', we was always on the FaceTime
He offered me his place to stay, "Thank you, but I decline"
First impression in my mind, "Now that's a stand-up nigga
Someone I could call a friend of mine and that's tough, nigga"
Shit, I could talk about any type of stuff with him
Never gave a fuck about who didn't fuck with him
See, that's my nigga, I had to keep it a buck with him
When he played me his album, I told him what he was missin'
A lot of niggas woulda took that shit different, woulda thought that I was dissin'
Instead we found this beat and started riffin'
Shit had me reminiscin', had me thinkin' 'bout Steelo
Now that I can see his vision
So I hold my head high 'til they put me below
Best know 'til the day I die I'ma keep my heat close
This is for my niggas who took a day to relax
Huggin' the block but the block ain't hug 'em back
So we hold our head high 'til they put us below
Best know 'til the day we die we gon' keep this heat close
This is for my niggas who took a day to relax
Huggin' the block but the block ain't hug us back


Joey Bada$$ - head high(Slowe+Reverb)[Oldschoolchewy Edit].m4a

Joey Bada$$ - Make Me Feel X Emancipator & Asher Fulero - Subway Smokin (®DashMash®)

Stupid Sexy Paulo

After Party

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More U Kno

Life is bliss

Jump in this bitch a trend,
Frog splash finish, one, two, three,
Count that pin again,

Taunt you with the moves, what a big upset,
Why they crying in the crowd? Why they so against? Winners who don’t gun sling, stab, swing, chillin, give me fried wings, on course for them fine things,

Tomahawk steak, blue cheese, gold wraps, puttin salt bae in a hold and make that hoe tap, 

More stacks rising as the flour turn to dough, the story grows, come alive, we come around, the music hits, I’m running shows,

McMahon, like I be Vincent, I be strutting on the flow, Jeff hardy off the top rope, straight into ya dome,

Climb the ladder get the money in the bank, and take it home, cash it in the championship mine, spin it if you know,

Dr.Thuganomics, see me switch, word smith writing, going off the script, uh huh, yeah,

Ron killings, fuck the gimmicks, I’m the truth,
Brushing off them knuckles, many scrapping leave it bruised, cut it out, the hard exterior the weakest in the room, always lookin for a fight, what the fuck I’m trynna prove?

Can’t be stuck up in a ruse, can’t be caught up with no lame, side man staring eyes bruv, move you out the frame, I be sipping coffee, at your girls place, nice day, nice cake, leave some icing on her face, uh,

MisterMB nice, divas loving him, always play the game, call her Stephanie, encouraging, loyalty we made for each other baby, evident, player, playing nice, but I’m trying to be better than,

Taking off the mask, rey mysterio, a luchador, exaggerate my moves, come alive the hidden superstar, dropkick got you on them ropes for the signature, booyaka, booyaka, 619 hit the finisher.

i'll be watching

DEX FRESCO