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Box Cutters & Steak Knives (feat. moeb.)

HARSH TRUTH

Chainz (feat. Loyalty Is Timeless)

2005

Everything

MANDEM

Ergens in 2008. Het idee was wat chillen en tracks recorden met Risskant. Het liep echter anders. Tegen de tijd dat Risskant arriveerde was 'ie niet meer in staat om nog iets te spitten. Zodoende werd het een recording sessie met de 1/2 van KGV en 1/2 van B.R.A.A.F.  

01 50% & Tailers

Katana is a song written about authenticity and enjoying all aspects of the self, down to the deepest cuts. It's a moody celebration of one's ability to only be themself and finding a way to express that cool-ly.

Katana

youngins in teams yeah we going in with hundreds
aint causing problems j drugs in abundance
we in suburbs, so well call this a conundrum
boombox blas thru streets in london
room packed with human traffic
weird group dynamic, some white wrapped in plastic
girls stroke legs and dance like gymnastics
we’re not here for them, not enthusiastic

moving on from a tease, only one hundred to play
queen faces with ease, and im up in the game
two papers please, players to clean and man ill go breeze

ex took an L when she see me ace the game
take a picture, you’ll watching a king go on his reign
matter fact jack a frame, pass me the pen ill sign my name
10 days ago she filled with such shame, girl look who i became
we aint the same
we aint the same

All i want face from a queen n high limits
chips to go and count the digits
bit of liquor tickets so  near us
poker face and ante up my spirits
oh lord yeah i feel this

Now some donny mad, yeah he seeing red,
gears gotten to his heart, i see him go and tread
over to dark dim shed
grab a spade under blankets that left

with spider webs dust and grime on
forgotten treasures, red bottoms, and diamonds
storms in knocks my dark n stormy with the limen on
tool in one hand, other club soda, all for a crime on

a game of the cards, couple thousand yards
away from his marge, people howling like this aint hard
‘i remember my first beer two’
see his face sporting one two scars

my guy had on a that stare
like soldiers returning from war, they aint aware
glassy eyes and empty, you can look into they soul
like this mans seen so much shit, reflects it all to y’all

so it beats a second then he gets up from his chair
doesn’t sheath a blade, or a piece to go and scare
he squares up to the guy, knocks a tooth to the air
drops him to the floor, like pitbill in the lair

then he willin out
fist like a cannon, nicked him right below his snout
ook at each other, like what was that about
idk man but my glass is in a drought, so i go scout some liquor or some stout 
o i go scout some liquor or some stout 
cus i just one a hand, so tonight we going out
fuck it we  young that’s what its about

Everything

JBIG