Nipsey Hussle - Facts (Unreleased).mp3

[Verse 1]
Room’s dark  no smoke, no mirrors.
Just a single bulb buzzin’ like it's tryna warn what’s nearer.
Got notebooks stacked like eviction slips,
Every page a moment I ain't supposed to admit.
See, I learned early: keep your silence in shape,
They only call it pain when it’s dressed like escape.
And I ain’t been “fine” since cassette tapes hissed,
Now I spit lines that feel like bricks through wrists.
I been cornered by thoughts that don’t even blink,
Chained to a voice that don’t flinch when I sink.
I ain’t pullin’ rabbits  I pull red flags,
Sew 'em in a jacket just to wear what I dragged.
You scroll for hope, I bled it in verses,
Carved every doubt out, rewrote the curses.
They want vibes, I give 'em scars with beats,
That hit like flashbacks under bedsheets.

[Verse 2]
I ain’t performin’  I’m unloadin’ a file,
Every word encrypted with a childhood trial.
They told me rhyme schemes sell better with bling,
So I brought nightmares dressed in sixteens.
I don’t flex chains  I flex coping mechanics,
Poured my grief in a flask and turned pain panoramic.
They thought I needed therapy  maybe I do,
But these beats let me scream where the silence grew.
I don't dance on stage  I shake with control,
Every punchline's buried in a trauma I stole.
You want hooks? Cool  here’s one in the jaw,
Now rewind that, scratch it, loop my flaws.
I’m not broken  I’m blueprintin’ the wreck,
Every failed dream’s a brick in my neck.
You chase charts  I chase the relief,
That maybe one verse’ll keep my pulse on beat.

[Verse 3]
There’s no magic in this, just muscle and mind,
Just a kid who learned rage makes a hell of a rhyme.
I never wrote spells  I wrote what I feared,
Till my verses became the map I steered.
I been screamin’ in silence since back of the class,
Now I spit truths dressed in razors and glass.
My notebook ain’t lyrics  it’s blood that dried,
A page for every time I got choked and lied.
You wanna know the trick? There ain’t none, friend.
This is pain wrapped in patience I won’t pretend.
You want beats to vibe? I got beats that bruise,
Every snare like the sound of another excuse.
So let the lights drop. Let the booth lock.
Let the DJ cut the loop on my thoughts.
And when the scratch hits, and the bassline swells 
You’ll swear you saw smoke…
But that’s just me raisin’ hell.

Revion - Hexed Out

[Verse 1]
There's monsters in the city, the greedy, the smugness in the city
And nothing's been the same since they killed Pac and Biggie
A mic check, a mic check, one two
They always try to cut you off when you start to speak the truth
So what's the truth? And what's the lie?
Why the US always running genocide?
And what is war? And what is peace?
And what's their business always in the Middle East?
They take stakes and make tanks and make banks, so West Bank
They bang bang and gang bang, they slave trade and slang things
Like AKs, grenades made to raise flames and make waves to end race wide
It's for the money and the power, it's the higher ups who they be hungry and devour
Rich eat the poor, but I hope it stays sour
Our social calls are for us from the world, we're all be ours
Ours, on the clock go tick tock, your wrist watch has been stopped
The rich watch it kick spots and get topped to keep them lips dropped
It stops when kids are topped through hip hop

The Greedy (FB cover)

Nipsey Hussle - Facts (Unreleased).mp3

Rashad Roberson