it's ok, I'll do it again...

Time To Eat (prod: Ben Mari)

it's ok, I'll do it again...

Produced By SexCurryBeats

Starving Artist Shit Records

LYRICS: Wake up
Ey son wake up
Te tan′ buscando unos pelaitos ahi
Dicen que tienen algo que decirte

I tried to take the reins/
Like they say, take action/
but they setting up blockades/
Each day we move past them/
They claim to be the best/
Seem a little out of practice/
so say it with your chest/
confess you just a actor/
Never settle nothing less/

a devil in Prada dress/
a delicate little demons/
who dealing in distress/
Adrenilline is a feeling/
the feeling i like best/
Coming from that drilling, to tours and mic checks/

I do it/
They said i couldn’t/
I did it/
They I wouldn’t/
Ya dig it/
I keep on pushing/
The realest since Times invention/
the talent is just insurance/
ensuring completed mission/
I burn em, they keep on sleeping/

wake up/

You don’t wanna miss out/
On the movement/
You acting blind homie wtf u doing/
Never lack where I’m from they be shooting/
Holler back, click my link you gotta boost it/
music all I have/
Ain’t no secondary stupid/
I sensed their was confusion/
expecting not introducing/
So many years in this music/
I figured they know/
cuz I been around the world/
Yeah I live on the road//
But i stand my ground
 lead the revolt/
I know they needed a leader/
That’s in a league of his own/
I’m with my team, we won’t stop till we on/
Explosión coming soon we just planted the bomb

Open you mind
Close you eyes
Metele mente one tu che che che tienes cuentas pendiente one tu
Che che che open you mind close you eyes metele mente one tu
Che che che
El área sigue caliente one tu che che che

it's ok, I'll do it again

The Devil Wears Prada - Prod. By SexCurryBeats

it's ok, I'll do it again...

Produced By SexCurryBeats

Starving Artist Shit Records

Fuck It ft. 8BitJ - Prod. By SexCurryBeats

it's ok, I'll do it again...

Produced By SexCurryBeats

Starving Artist Shit Records

LYRICS: 
And at the red light/
Chevy suburban, with foggy headlights/
heard they were talking/
And scheming to get they bread right/
I was always walking/
They driving, maybe they better off/
Thought about robbing and stealing/
And if it’s worth it/
light change to green/
Tires schreech in the distance/
Bullets fly by/
3 shots but they missed me/
I guess I get to live another day/
Fuck it/
Ima get a flip rap check/
Cop a bucket/
Ima do it big/
Cop a crib in the country/
Get it how you live/
Out the way the cant touch me/
Couldn’t been decayed on the street/
No one coming/
But I’m still living/

Im from the 47th bitch im built different/
Still sipping purple/
Even though it kill people/
keep a small circle we are not equal/


They swear the of relation/
Intruding conversation/
The fusion Im providing/
Just like Procreation/
Don’t approach/
If you got no motivation/
And if your music whack/
That ima just change the station/
Im on a mission/ Liam neason taken/
a piece of me conflicted/

but when I beat it up don’t complain that your belly aching/
and when you see me out/
Or when you see me rapping/
Keep my name up out your mouth/
If you boyfriend bout that static/
Than I guess we gotta wrap ‘‘em up/
I peeped ‘em dragging feet/
I don’t think they catching up/
Scared buay retreat when they peep/
Mans bad as us/
I told that hoe to leave/
Cause her story wasn’t adding up/
What the fuck you think I’m adara/
bitch batter up/

$1.47 - Prod. By SexCurryBeats

it's ok, I'll do it again...

LYRICS: 
In between the cracks 
of side walks/
And beaten paths/
In hills we live like ants/
In concrete and metal slabs/
Like experimental plans/
The drugs what turned them bad/
Like everything else/
We raised with a dad/
and raised next to the river/
That’s poison, but not important/
Of course it, it fits metaforphis/
better if whips imported
Rather than serve a purpose/
They hiding behind a smile and ignore the demons lurking/

They bored/
You see em snoring/
And really we all tourtured/

we just hide it well/
will the story end good?/
Only time will tell/
trinity that’s 3/
Like a minor scale/
Trinity that’s 3 like a minor scale
(Oh my god!)

behind them glass eyes/
In that river in the valley we was baptized/
Ego so big watch it capsize/
need to leave this mountain I get bad vibes/
Maybe from our interaction last time/
I just couldn’t get stay the bad guy/
I just could wrap my mind around empty feeling/
Couldn’t drown myself inside the tragic ending/
Had to end that cycle way before beginning/
I just had to be myself I can’t be codependent/
ima spread my weath just wait a minute for the boy to get it/

But I’m hurting still/ 

and really we afraid we/
 We just hide it well/
Whatever happens next/
Only time will Tell
Trinity that’s 3/
Like a minor scale/

Written by Jesse Winters and Andrew Rodriguez

12:00am - Prod. By SexCurryBeats

it's ok, I'll do it again...

LYRICS: 
If they gave the boy a brick/
Id build a crib like a mason/
33rd degree, To free my brothers from the basin/
Lurking in your dreams/
Hold machetes like I’m Jason/
Mixing up my words/
Speaking creole like a harian/
I be off them drugs, so no one knows what I be saying/
If you understand you 1 percent of population/
This come from my creation/
Off the speed like I be racing/
Rolling off the addy, probably give me palpitations/
Part of operation, to poison generations/
important that I make it/
I’ve been Poor in search of payment/
I’ve pouring everything in
Don’t need no explainition/
Never speak a word until I reach my idestination/

 so now you think you the man/
you fiends and some fans/
Don’t believe the hype/
Most these rappers on to scams/
Tried to sell you dreams/
you should stick to your exams/
If I had the chance, or known in advance 
Makebdifferent plans

but i got it out the mud, I got they blood all on my hands/
would you give your life? 
For some kicks and a band?/
Kickfliping over vanss
Or crib and a benz/
When you rich ain’t no friends/
Rico killed mitch for 14 keys/
That was his man/
So we gon flip 14gs from a gram/
This that morphine, all in your vein/
Inside this jam/
but we still Poor, eating them beans up out a can/ 
This a horror scene/
Silence in sacrificing the lamb/
I feel like buffalo bill/
in a dodge interceptor/
I’ll spill they blood all on the wall/
And play it back projector/
I got a wall full of souls/
Ima spirit collector/
Im Shang tzun mixed with Hannibal lector/
I’ll take it over and over/
I killed her than resurrect her/
And maybe when I’m sober/
Will I learn to regret/
But still me for granted/
And they so quick to forget it/

$1.47 - Prod. By SexCurryBeats

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