N/A - Slatty [Remix] Freestyle.mp3

False Prophets lyrics

This shit like clockwork 
You write your thoughts on a page and let these people judge you for what you worth 
And call it work
But let's face the facts
Matter of fact i don't bielive in facts 
Niggas make false profits 
Claim it's a pre premonition 
But at what cost
The recognition ain't worth
When God ain't even on your side
This side we celebrate the highlights of what is to come
Late night studio sessions
Pouring Champaign with passion for different seasons
Drop a verse or 2
Stand by window look into the future
And reflect I'm looking at my higher self in question 
My words need no marking i done clean my shelf
Yeah

Do you feel the peace and facts, if not then disinfect the next line of species that try to label me this and that

Not from the same breed
You and i ain't cut from the same tree
You just paper, im just scissors and im rockin aint it obvious from here
You have no idea 
What im coolin in the studio 
From my view here
Got the mafia in gear
Settin trends got the vision like review mirror 
Just thought I'd make it clear
Before you land up in a critical atmosphere where lyrical is at it's top tier
Look
Steppin up to me is like seeking judgement before your time for the sins you've committed

Nickson - False Prophets (Behind Closed Doors freestyle archives)

Addiction lyrics

Certain vibes i can't fuck with 
They don't feel right
Different height, success is how far i reach the blinding white light in front of my eyes as i lay awake at night
My mind, filled with smoke as i roam 
The tree burns, with no hesitation to stop
Pour me some coke
As this beat goes on produced by who i don't know
All i know
I go out and experience my life
And come back, jot it down on a few lines
My pride high up, felines ain't never too big i get the last laugh like a hyena 
Upper body stature most niggas skip legday
I don't 
Howtha fuck could you carry the game on your back hey
You won't 
Know what hit you force is directed by haters if you schoolin apply what i teach in my music to get to the root answer 
What's after
Prolly math after after that prolly english class with Bidiasagar 

Which i never got
Maybe coz I found out
The more you know the more you stand to oppose
Let em teach you anything else apart from what you really wanna know
Look
Residential address is straight where the herbs at 
Verbs respect i do shit you ain't heard that
A menace he is 
Like a gas station he lit
When the fuse blows
You get to know who knows 
After that prolly cudos to all niggas who claim they livin legends couple guthos
But 

I ain't gon sit here like im perfect
Man of business i sent a verse like how tf you ain't got it yet
Predestined, scratching your kids off your legacy
After your daughter im comin for that hoe you keep in the backseat 
And she'll tell you she feelin my shit
And all i did was spit

Or maybe i just know the value behind it i ain't never had shit im tryna get my dawgs on
Underdogs on the way home theres hope
Mama's been prayin non-stop 
I ain't finna stop im spot on im on the spot 
Murder scene yellow tape im converting everybody over 
Next step imma get me a rover juss to show that her prayers been workin
And these niggas been lurking 
To rob me off my riches 
Ain't it obvious i been workin
Parta the working-class pardon my raya tone i ain't been focused in a minute
I been writing songs 
Mostly to relieve pressure and recap on my dreams i can't keep track
Havoc reeked through passion and art
I learnt how to count money just from shuffling these cards

Look
im just chasin the goodlife thats why i had to leave you behind
If you ever doubt me then it's sad to say 
We better off 
Cause too much has been said and done
Had our good times and we had fun
Im not ready to run im young and restless
Im fearless, whenever i beat tragedy i keep receipts and lose em like im careless 
Raised in the ocean that's my life im running in circles like a Pi
Swimmin with sharks can't you see how 'i'
Surpassed the limit like a saiyan
From yello to blue in a range of a few seconds
Im just kidding this the second verse
Bring a hearse cause i been cursed with the, power to slaughter a beat at any given point in time
That how it's gotta be
It was either that or a life of crime
I mean 
My niggas selling weed and im not happy
But wait until i bring us all under the same roof
Prayin and eating at same table
That's the plan dead broke for the moment but we living through it
The city's got a heart Light it up
And spread love till we can't get enough
And imma keep on fighting stand for shit i bielive 
Peace.





Nickson - Addiction (Behind Closed Doors freestyle archives)

Hard to let go/Heaven takes you home

Wish i could let you go but its hard cause heaven takes you home and that's right where you belong 

Who am i playin 

I feel like i been playin with God
Selling my soul glory days are over so don't wait up for me
Ridicule myself, constant exposure to these memories that resurf everytime like
Poison in my arteries 
Im an artist
Won't you remember me
Without pain im nothing, my words serve as waiters do way to late to get through the residue 
So just
Gimme the pen and mic inspite this venom inside
As long as my mind is alive im fighting this fight until the very day my spirit leaves this body

Cause when the curtain closes
Nobody but you laying awake in your coffin
I know the soul never dies but im barely copin but

Tell my people ain't no need to hopeless 
The herb pastor been tokin
N imma stay pushing till they notice 
My motive accelerated according to this notion that says

Let him count his blessings not his days they numbered
The sun stays forever shining God bless it's rays
Long live the soul until the body diverts from it's ways 

Uh
You might have hit rock bottom 
But it's the perfect place to start 
Where the only thing that you can hear is the beating of your own heart
Look 
Heaven takes you home.

Nickson - Wish i could let go/ Heaven takes you home (Behind Closed Doors freestyle archives)

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