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Kente R.A.D.- The Power

I be that dun dada
None hotta
Who tryin the brama bull
Llamas full
Mama taste the skhama
Tell me how it pull
Bottled booze
Droppin jewels
Handy man with all the tools
As-salamu to all the drama
The had obama fooled
Time todo collateral damage reserved for amadu
Bell too
Thats my word to Bachaballoo
My promise to you is due for Trayvon
Hoody on , touched the beyond
My dog gone, It's a dog-on shame
I'll tell you what instances have installed my brain
Hearin ya mother cry once her son been slain
A casualty in a war against cocaine
If you fell under rocafella then u've spawn'd the same
They call it R.A.D. Relative and Adequate Depth
My Old head said you bound to be next
I told em if the figure then the betta flex
To go and call the cadets
The aftermath will change my name to repercussions and death
As i detest those
Who look for foes and find
Then hide behind em
And hope they develop a shine then
Sinister Rhymin
They aways try to tell me time and time and time and again it'll ake ya head spin
Tune In
I spit that thuggin fluent
O.F.K is movin
Thats how the fucks we do it
State of mind is a category 5 put the track to ruins
If you take a closer look you'll see yall niggas losin 
-R.A.D.


Relative & Adequate Depth (R.A.D)- Kente RAD

*Skit*

-Joe Harlem-

ugh, Ugh, UGH HUH
now you can catch Joe Harlem prolly faded off the sour
in a coop packed with 500 horses thats black power
hop out and make it rain on you niggas a lead shower
so the shells will leave a line cross ya truck like Ed Bauer
I'm gone, off the Henney and Weed bro
They at the door i'm bussin shots straight out the peek hole
Ifyou never heard of joint chiefz this the leak tho
Blu and orange now and later gators that Tebow
give you couple dollars worth of game if you peep tho
teach you how to pull the soul out of freak hoe
Teach you how to stash the white girl in a speedboat
and teach how to hide the A-K in a pea coat, i'm tryna tell em
The piff invade my cerebelum 
so if you front i'm reachin right back for the Mac-11 so keep it steppin
Joint Chiefz and O.F.K is what i'm reppin
Just to get a look at team you need a blessin, come on

-King-
Somkin that sour
Power on the hour
Blaze that haze in the black impala
Niggas thought it was a game, yeah it's a problem
Cuz im chillen with Kente Rad nigga and Joe Harlem
In the middle of Gotham nigga is where we reign
Sittin on top King& King we do our thing
From the cream of the crop
Heavy hittin, big classics, wrapped in plastic
A nigga never stops
I need marijuana stalk all around my grave
No flowers, jus choclate dutches, some sour, and some haze
Do the lectric' slide
Beat by braids
Best going home party nigga seen in decades
Need green linens that represnet the leaf
White on white uptowns that represent the streets
No that i got my wish niggas here all on me
Now that i can finally rest in peace nigga smoke on me
I Said

-Kente RAD-
Big Buds, Big Dutch, Mad guts in the bag
Fat Sack, Loud Pack Gon' give it a drag
Blueberry Grand-Daddy and we boothin the Jag
And we sendin smoke signals when the windows is cracked
Hotel Valet bout to catch contact
while i run up in the party, see who's booty is fat
get a wiff of the piff know the chiefs in the back
bout to bag a fat bitch wit some munchies to snack
now in my right mind id decline but i was
but she was lookin like, Buffy from the side
and everytime i tried to give the slip she tried to slide
but if she keeps up shes gonna see whats up tonight
thats the weed talkin
O.F.K sparkin
King & King comin wit that loud like it's barkin
Yell it in the streets when you see the chiefs walkin
and let em all know who bout to get this thang started!


Legalize It- Joint Chiefz ft. King

-Withz-
Im runnin a hunnit, i'm lappin ya mans is slow
shit i wake up in stus get dressed and surf at my shows
see the people they need a friend instead a foe
but these niggas rattin so we can't pass go
im for really tho, no really bro, what the fucks the dealio
you foolies really kill me tho
like roach in cereal
you can suck my nuts through a shitty cup bring em smuts
so once i'm done with you they'll wrap you up like King Tut
I mean what, what you want me to do
Jus sit back and let these dogs pan all ova my food
 ya'll niggas lost ya'll minds, like grandmama her jewels
It's dude from the front row no one hung wit in school
HA HA HA, now the jokes on you
Make that ass jump on repeat for ya boo
Short man, walkin in the biggest shoes
Shaq's 23's could neva eva fit me
This is Withz, from NYC
and I rep, for all of my NYG's, no Giants
only straight tyrants niggas who wont compliance
and drop bombs on anybodies camp for such defiance
chill cubby you dealin wit big lions
but tell that pussy Jeff his reviews are gettin tired
This is fuckin fiya wheres my Zippo lighter
this track will have you higher than dope off the Wire
now im feelin kinda tired
4-27 mind ready to expire
if I neva wake put my nose on a flyer
and tell em aybody shit stinky no liar

-Kente RAD-
Don't it make sense to keep yo bitch round me
I'ma bad motha fucka like rich roundtree
fred williamson's the pedigree
and im sumthin like priest in my tendencies
This is food for thought ya Athenaeum
Exactly what you want like russell in collesiums
This is nothin but karma to Ronald Reagan
The product of stepped on product my man slangin
This is Gangsta Gangsta Gambino
Only made men detect the slang we know
Fillipina that's hotta than jalepino
turnt me on how she swallows the pino grigio
this is that straight fiya 
and the rhythm bound to make ya bitch Kum-by-ya
now she wanna swing low in my chariot 
and keep it underground like her first name Harriet
automatic curtains in the marriot
bitches spittin off my balcony to see it drop
She said we bout a thousand feet
a reminder to myself ain't the penthouse sweet
you could'nt peep me in ya radar sweep
to be where i be, trust me, you must think
shit, that you somebody different
my prereq's derivative of Too-$hort's pimpin
Tape cassettes thats had Meth man spittin
Ghostface and N-A-S Nas it was written
Shit, to clear my mind wit this piffin
the buzzer beatin half court hook shot Scott Pippen
 






Round & Round -Withz ft. Kente RAD

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