MasterMindMuzik
Engineer: Alessandro Quiles
Teeroy Flawless
Own The Lights
2014

Own The Lights

Engineered by Kolby Silva
"Heroes Don't Cry" mixtape dropping June 14th

Lyrics:


Heroes Don’t Cry

Verse 1

Homies saying I’m a genius my chick got her very own seamstress
Walk into my bedroom you wont know where the fuck her jeans is/
Everybody asking what Fiend is, ask why I represent demons,
 I tell’em we just came from underground and we already know what the scheme is
Some niggas talk about making dope my niggas-talking bout making hope, 
my niggas talk about revolution and yall niggas talking bout making dough And for what’s its worth man that’s just a hoax cause if moneys real then so are ghost,
Face the killer that’s reaching most, cause they the main hosts, and he the CEO
Bomb everybody that fucks with us, feeling anxious of allegiance, 
No lying kid, when buying shit, it will fuck up your sinuses, 
You Know What Time It Is, Wake Up To Simple Applied Sciences
Defiance is Just a Compliance With you have to live on while your time exist, so I’m high as shit, straight out the grinder rich show love with any of my appliances
I don’t even know what line this is, just the thoughts of a homemade scientist, Tell the pigs you can suck a dick because you aint finding shit
I see my self in the reapers eyes and heroes don’t cry you know I
(Drank by the Gal, Smoke by the Pound)

Verse 2
Get a Noose for the nuisance, Direction you need a new sense, 
Everyday my crib got a new scent, snitch and you will be on that Newsprint My whole city know I go in, yo whole city know you broken,
Getting mad cause a nigga self-spoken, getting made cause a nigga left floating, 
I’m hoping that your hoe sin when she leave don’t ask her where she going, you thought that she was a good girl but she drinking rum with her coke binge
You stupid tonguing that bitch boy, now you tasting my dick like you a bitch boy,
In the dictionary I see u under "bitch boy", come around and we take yo main bitch boy
Ill Thoughts, that’s Real Talk, Her Heels Off, Ass Feel Soft, We Peel Off and She Pill Pop hit the Pot Soft and she still cough, 
I Woke Up and she was gone crack my neck then packed a bowl, 
called my mom she wasn’t home, these hoes ratchet she wasn’t wrong, but I’m just wilding cause I’m Young fuck doing what I was told, they seeing me as a rebel hit the bong till my lungs explode(Splode Splode Splode) Smoking Stingers See The Clouds I’m Blowing, Looking Artificial like these Fingers that I’m Throwing (Fiend)

Verse 3

Put the weed in rotation on my own planet and I’m spacing,
My bitch said to be patient so I got a hoe and she facing
Talking Bout the time that she wasted, her old nigga disgracing, 
Now She all up on my Waist man then blame it on being wasted 
And you know my cheese stay rich boy, You never had to struggle you a rich boy, 
I’m tryna make all my niggas rich boy, you hating I throws Ds Like Rich Boy/ 
And you know my weed stay good enough, magnet To Me, John B Goodenough, 
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever be Good Enough, Sometimes I wonder if Meagan Good enough/
Now I’m going to far with the Ryhme Schemes But I’m a Lyricst so I gotta I Ryhmes Schemes, 
So Imma go and swipe my card its not a fraud I’m Not Bernard I’m just going hard,
I’m rolling on this boulevard, maybe pushing weight maybe pulling broads, Kush The Taste and Game the Gars imma roll it up make my hood the stars, Got my hood on the handlebars won’t show me love then you wrong, 
See a tear roll down my face cause I hit the bong and its too strong, 
But You Will Never See This Tear I’m Just Tat it on my Lungs, Heroes only Cry when they’ve been strong for too Long.

Verse 4
After Living In hell for so long, Demons will be created
Visitors getting screened like it’s a movie in the making
What can angels without wings do when the legions are ready
No guns but katanas, switchblades, gold arrows, machetes
Revenge is the motive, from the start your life was rigged
You worried bout-losing gigs and my homeboy just lost a kid
I’m tryna wake my people up before genocide and panic
They putting cancer in your food and kill you for being organic
My nigga from the Chi say the youngins all mechanic
Extended clips, killer dynamics no love for the romantics
But the new channel go it all wrong, sounds like they want a war
Rich people telling rich people to tell the middleclass that it’s the poor
But I understand they using us, try to diminished our bravery
So they try to replenish mental slavery then ask us why we not neighborly
So they wiping us out and I hope I reach the masses in the billions
Clear Broken glass on the streets from all those unborn children


Teeroy Flawless-Heroes Don't Cry (Prod. by Tommy Confar)

SC Emcee just trying to make a difference.
FiendNation.
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