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BAD HABIT! (FT. GORT) (PROD. SIXTHSIN)

GORT ES EL MEJOR ARTISTA FT GODHANDUSA [prod gort]

We live in a world where the exception has become the rule... 
...where the soil and dirt we tread upon is more valuable than the lives of our own children. 
We celebrate our accomplishments, our hubris reaching to the stars. And yet despite our progression, we have become more animalistic than human. 
The network has become corrupted. 
Our minds have become diluted. 
Our hearts have become tainted. 
Perhaps progression itself as the firmware, but we deceived ourselves into thinking our offspring is the virus.

Neo Hardware

LYRICS:

MONGO:

YEAH…
MONGO KILL A PUNK, KILL A FED, KILL A BOZO
FROM THE NORTH, WELL-FED, WITH A CHOKEHOLD
ON THE GAME, ALL THESE LAMES TRYNA POGO ON MY DICK SLO-MO
I’M FROM WHERE YOU WON’T GO
FROM THE PEOPLE WITH THE NEEDLE IN THEY SOLES, HOE
THAT’S WHY I COULD NEVER SWITCH UP ON MY BRO, HOE
I TOLD GONDA HOLD A .38, IF I GO, WE BOTH GO
YOU KNOW HOW IT GO, HOE
REACH PARADISE, IF YOU WANT SOMETHIN’ GOTTA BUSS IT
IF YOU PAY THE PRICE, CAN’T GO BACK
BETTER PICK UP YA SLACK, CUZ IF YOU TRICK AND YOU WACK 
SOMEONE PUT THE STICK IN YA BACK AND LET IT BLOW
YOU KNOW HOW IT GO
STICK IN MY LAP AND ANOTHER BLICK IN THE BACK FOR WHAT I DON’T
IF A SUCKA UP IT, IF I DON’T FEEL LIKE KICKIN’ THE BUCKET ALL I CAN DO
IS LET IT BLOW

ALL I CAN DO IS LET IT BLOW
LET IT SING, LET IT BLOW

GONDA:
GONDA, SMOKIN’ COPS, SMOKIN’ FEDS, SMOKIN’ ZAZA
FROM THE BAY WHERE I STAY WITH THE FA FA
ON THE GANG, ALL THESE LAMES SPITTIN’ CACA
ALL THESE COPYCAT NIGGAS, YOU KNOW I’M YO PAPA
AND YOU KNOW A REAL NIGGA HAD TO POP OFF
SMOKIN’ BIG DOPE, YOU KNOW I CANNOT COUGH
WATCHIN’ ALL THESE PUSSY MUTHAFUCKAS DROP OFF
SHE WAS SUCKIN’ ME WITH SOME TEETH SO I GOT SOFT
FUCK SOME FAKE TITTIES, BITCH, I NEED A REAL HOE
IF SHE GOT A BBL, BITCH, SHE GOTTA GO
I NEED A FILIPINO BITCH, FRESH OFF THE BOAT
BROWN SKIN WITH THE BLACK HAIR, DROP IT LOW
I BEEN GETTIN’ MONEY, I DON’T GOTTA STEAL, HOE
PULL UP ON THE BLOCK, CHOPPA MADE OF STEEL, HOE
ACTIN’ FED, BITCH I KNOW YOU NEED A MEAL, HOE
ACTIN’ LIKE SOME FEDS, STOMP ‘EM OUT WITH THE STEEL TOE

MONGO:
ALL I CAN DO IS LET IT BLOW
LET IT SING, LET IT BLOW

YOU KNOW HOW IT GO (PROD. CALDER)

LYRICS:

GONDA:
FUCK YOU ACTIN’ LIKE A BITCH FOR? STAND UP
FUCK YOU ACTIN’ LIKE A BITCH FOR? STAND UP

FUCK YOU ACTIN’ LIKE A BITCH FOR? STAND UP
IF YOU FUCKIN’ WITH THE HAND OF GOD, PUT YO HANDS UP
YOU KEEPIN’ HATE INSIDE YO HEART, YOU GOT IT CANNED UP
KEEP IT ON ME FOR A MUTHAFUCKA WANNA TRY
EVERYBODY DIES, SPEND YOUR TIME WISELY
THE EYE ALWAYS LOOK, AND SEE THE TRUTH INSIDE YOUR HEART, YOU SHOOK
YOU SCARED TO STAND AGAINST THE DARKNESS AND BE DENIED
IT’S A DEMON IN YO MUTHAFUCKIN’ MIND I DEFY
EVERYONE BESIDES THE HAND OF THE MOST HIGH
DEVIL A VAMPIRE, TAKIN’ TILL YOU BONE DRY
I KEEP IT PUSHIN’ WITH MY PEOPLE TILL I KICK ROCKS
YOU COME APART FROM YOURS EASY THAN A SLIPKNOT
BITCH WHAT, TRYNA FIGHT? I THINK NOT
THAT SHIT AIN’T WORTH MY TIME, GIVE IT TO WAY UP
BROTHERS TURNIN’ ON EACH OTHER FOR A PAYCUT
THAT’S THE TYPE OF SHIT AT NIGHT THAT MAKE ME WANNA STAY UP
I PRAY THAT EVERYBODY GOOD, FOR REAL
ME AND MONGO IN THAT APARTMENT, CHOPPIN’, COOKIN’ MEALS
TRYNA MAKE IT WORK, BLOOD ON MY SHIRT
SHOES COVERED IN DIRT, DROP THE SHOVEL ON THE HEARSE
WIPE THE SWEAT FROM MY FACE, FILL THE HOLE IN MY SOUL
LIKE THE GROUND IN THE CEMETERY, BURY YOU IN SOUND
HANDS IN THE LACE PRAYIN’ THAT YOU CAN BE FOUND
GIVE YO ASS TO THE MAN ABOVE, HE CAN SEND YOU DOWN

MONGO:
SEND ME BACK FROM WHENCE I CAME
BURNIN’ IN THE FLAMES OF ALL THE WRECKAGE INSIDE MY BRAIN, SICK
SHAMELESS, I ERASE THE NAMES OF ALL MY FOREBEARS TRYNA KICK BLAME
KICKIN’ IT WITH MY INSANE CLIQUE
AND DOIN’ SO MUCH FUCKIN’ DIRT, I MAKE A MOUNTAIN
PILE UP THE BODIES FROM THE GROUND, IT’S ASTOUNDING
THE BLOOD FOUNTAIN SHOOTIN’ OUT THE NECK, YOU HANG HIGH
AND SENT LOW TO WHERE YOU CAN’T DIE
CURSED TO SUFFER IN AGONY, A LOST SOUL, ETERNAL MALADIES
CARVED INTO YOUR SKIN, MISBEGOTTEN ABNORMALITY, SICK
IS ALL YOU’LL EVER FUCKIN’ BE FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER
AND NEVER WILL YOUR SOUL BE SEVERED
TETHERED TO DEVILS, RIPPIN’ OUT YA BONES
BENEVOLENT, HOMEGROWN, AND ELEGANT TO A WASHED UP DEGENERATE, SICK
I KEEP A .38, A BITCH, AND A BRICK
MY FABRICS MIXED, I’LL KILL A MAN TO GET WHAT I GET
SO BREAK YO PROMISE TO GOD, YOU GOT WHAT YOU WANT
IT’S NOT A FACADE, SO TAKE MY HAND AS I WALK THRU THE FOG
BUT WHAT IF I CAN’T COME BACK? GIVE ME THE FACTS 
BEFORE I BUST THE PIECE IN MY LAP, HOE!
YOU CAN’T KILL ME MUTHAFUCKA, YOU CAN TRY
EITHER WAY IT GOES, EVERYBODY DIE
FUCK THAT, I’MMA DELAY WHAT’S IN STORE, I’M BREAKIN’ YO DOME
AND IF I GO TO HELL, TELL HIS ASS SATAN’S A HOE! FUCK!

BITCH!
FUCK YOU ACTIN’ LIKE A BITCH FOR?
FUCK YOU ACTIN’ LIKE A BITCH FOR?

GONDA:
FUCK YOU ACTIN’ LIKE A BITCH FOR? STAND UP
FUCK YOU ACTIN’ LIKE A BITCH FOR? STAND UP

THE DEVIL'S FOOT (PROD. GORT)

LYRICS:

MONGO:
I WANNA ROLL, WANNA CHIEF, WANNA SMOKE ME A BLUNT
I CAN FEEL MY EYES IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD
I CAN FEEL MY EYES IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD
(x2)

WHERE I’M AT, WHERE I’M FROM, ALL MY BROTHAS HOLD A GUN
I BEEN KNOWN WHAT IT’S ‘BOUT, CHANGE YA TONE, GET THE DUBS
GET THE CRUMBS IF YOU LACK, STOMP HIM IN HIS FUCKIN’ TONGUE
IF HE TALK ON MY SOUL, I’MMA LEAVE HIM PRAYIN’ HOE
CALI GOLD, WRITE THE MAP, PISTOL IN MY FUCKIN’ LAP
NO ESCAPE, NO REGARD, EVERY DAY I’M GOIN’ HARD
SMOKE MY DOPE, CUT THE CHECK, SMOKIN’ TO THE FUCKIN’ NECK
LIFE IS GOOD, NEVER STRESS, FOCUS ON WHAT’S COMIN’ NEXT
CALI BORN, BITCH I’M STAYIN’ DOWN, I’MMA TAKE THE CROWN
ON MY SOUL, SHOUTOUT TENNESSEE, SHOUTOUT H-TOWN
G-O-D LIVE INSIDE YA WALLS, AIN’T NO FUCKIN’ JOKE
M-O-N TO THE G-O CUZ THAT’S ALL I KNOW
LIGHT THE PIFF, FRY IT WHILE I CRUISE, THIS THE LIFE I LIVE
YOU DON’T LIKE IT BITCH, I DON’T GIVE A FUCK, SUCK MY DICK
G-O-D ALWAYS KEEP IT REAL, HANDS UP TO THE SKY
PUTTIN’ ROUNDS INTO DEMONKIND TILL THE DAY I DIE

I WANNA ROLL, WANNA CHIEF, WANNA SMOKE ME A BLUNT
I CAN FEEL MY EYES IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD
I CAN FEEL MY EYES IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD
(x2)

GONDA:
I REMEMBER SAN JOSE BEFORE THE IPHONE
IN THE STREET, THAT’S THE ONLY PLACE THAT I KNOW
DRIVIN’ DOWN TO SEAL BEACH FROM THE LBC
ON THE PCH, IN THE PARKING LOT WE TRYNA BUY DOPE
WAY BEFORE DISPENSARIES, I WAS THE PACK MAN
EATIN’ GOOD, TURN HIM TO A GHOST, I FEEL LIKE PAC MAN
EATIN’ ICE CREAM WITH MY GIRL, WE BOUGHT A BLACK & TAN
AND SHE BLACK & TAN FROM THE ISLANDS UNDER JAPAN
YEAH, SHE FROM MANILA SIPPIN’ COCONUT RIGHT OUT THE CAN
SHE DON’T LIKE VANILLA, GONDA, HE GOT SOME MELANIN
FLIPPIN’ DOPE, MR. GET YA FIX, MR. TELL A FRIEND
MR. I COULD SELL YOU 12 OUNCES FOR THE PRICE OF 10
IT FEEL LIKE I’M WRITIN’ HOLY SCRIPTURE WHEN I CLICK THE PEN
BEEN DOIN’ THIS MUSIC SHIT SO LONG, I RAP IN R.E.M.
WHEN I’M SLEEP, IN MY DREAMS, MELODIES AND BPMS
ANY SPEED, I COULD RAP FOREVER WHEN I’M FEELIN’ ZEN

MONGO:
I WANNA ROLL, WANNA CHIEF, WANNA SMOKE ME A BLUNT
I CAN FEEL MY EYES IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD
I CAN FEEL MY EYES IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD
(x2)

STOMP EM OUT (PROD. REQUIEM CULT)

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