It’s a soft open, no fear, it’s all Loathin
I’m talkin the Omens....
None of y’all would know it
If I gotta reveal truth, get ya cap peeled too
They was stealing my youth
Now I heal in the booth
Music’s my medicine, I’m the truest specimen
Or a true degenerate, who would let me in
The dreams is quarantined
Not what it seems, I’m watching the scene
They got a regime, prolly kill the population
Room filled wit doctors waitin
What pill they got to sedate em
Need a real spot in the haven
Secluded and quiet, they got you to loot & riot
Why the fuck the news behind it
Been thru the true and tried shit
Still trekkin along to make a better song
Prove you fuckers is dead wrong
Whenever you said I was gone
No hope for the kid, broke as shit
Just smokin a spliff, THC swirl
What do you got that means the world
Is it gleaming pearls
Or do you fiend for the girls
Maybe one that’s loyal & understands you
And won’t foil the plans too
Hand the recoil to stand & shoot
Examined my truth, kinda hard to stomach
Put some tar in front of it
Scarred since a young kid
Better start runnin when the AR’s dumpin
I’m callin the bluffin
Get outlined in chalk or somethin
Maybe won’t even find you
I’m on the grind for the truth
An Einstein IQ wit the rhymes I write too
So I study daily, if I’m smart
Then nothing will fail me
Can’t kill the intellect
Better come real correct
Before this blade peels your neck
Choke the realist in ya set
You a bunch of bitches, it’s real life
And you got it fuckin twisted
I’m chasing a dream
While you quickly fade to the scene
Once I’m makin the cream
Nobody in the way of my scheme
Worldwide, I’ma don in my own mind
Never overthrow mine, known for the drive
Without the license and whip
I said I would die in a fight for this shit
Why you don’t see Mike wit kids
Any day I might get hit, murder beef
With the streets and the elites
It’s no justice or peace
Can’t fuck wit the fleet
Y’all don’t know Mouse
Up in the cold house
You muthafuckas done sold out
And took the souls out
It’s no soft open...

Light the pack up, nah, I’ma light the track up
Ride wit a couple racks cuffed
In life, been slackin enough
Let me get it movin
So my life is never useless
If I’m ever losin, remember I’m illusive
The game’s intrusion
Broke the window and came thru it
Ain’t got a preordained movement
Or corporate backin, just four ratchets
Hidden up in the jacket
Watch the floors crackin
I’ma rise from underneath
Like what a sight to see, where Mike be
And you gon die fuckin wit me
Undertaker to put you under the acres
The fundamental is strainin
If you stunt wit the wages
Show the pump where the gauge is
It’ll leave you fuckin brainless
Hunnit strays came quick
Into ya face you lame bitch
No tracin ballistics or state witness
I play it, you listen, 2 the grave, I’m resistant
Fuck a boxing match
I’ll cock it back, two in the stocking cap
Got it wit gats and got it wit rap
Spotted in the trap but searchin
Where the scholars at
Old school, no present university
Imagine found dead in Jersey
2013, before you ever heard of me
The CIA shoulda murdered me
It’s not too late
We can get it poppin everyday
And pop it till the semi break
Talkin about, a sawed off to Sound Off
Word to Slaughterhouse
Who the fuck is you callin out
Catch a hawk to the mouth b4 I’m walking out
Sliced lip for tryna fight this
On deck wit an ice pick
Any type of weapon to get right in the section
You feelin ya life threatened
When I write what is destined
Sand scripts in Sanskrit, how you handle it
Wit Latin in the lament, make the camera flip
Wit my handle on the grip
Still the problem to kill the obstacles
Fresh out of the mental hospital
Real life is Mission Impossible
No Tom Cruise and fuck Tom Hanks
Brought a squadron in the paint
Said you poppin but you ain’t
Laser beam, make way for the dream
I say what I mean day by day it seems
Woke baby, show you it’s so crazy
Told you they was known to hate me
So I’m still wit the broken safety
I’ll pop it, don’t make me

Bait/Noxious (prod. by HaroutontheTrack)

DJ C-AIR, born October 21, 1983 in St Denis (93) France, is a disc jockey, selecta composer and producer of Reggae, Dance hall music, a musical style that he adopted from an early age.
He started his career as a dj in 1999 at the MJC of his district located in Aulnay-Sous-Bois (93), France
Over the years, he has performed in clubs, concerts, Parisian and international festivals.
It was in 2017 that he began to compose instrumental in addition to these Stage and Radio performances, which released his own musical productions.

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