I Could Get You Back

Verse 1:
So what, you leaving girl?
Don’t 4get to give a twirl.
See, you my precious pearl,
Don’t forget we used to gel.

All of the madness, girl,
You know we went through hell.

Many loved your body,
But I’ll trust you didn’t sell.

But maybe you did,
’Cause no one knows nobody well.

Body gorgeous,
So maybe many wanted it.

Flipping curious,
So maybe you just let ’em hit.

You should fix up,
Wide open like a loose stitch.

Chorus:
I could get you back,
I could get you back, yeah.
I could get you back,
I could get you back this year. (x4)

Bridge:
I could keep rapping,
Yes baby, all night long.
This G’s bugging, bro,
’Cause he wanted to sing his song.

Verse 2:
Why are you tripping?
You know that I’m decent.

Never slept with nobody—
Not recent.

Never slipped once,
You owe me a reason.

Saying mad stuff,
Changing like seasons.

Then you flip the switch,
Claiming that there’s treason.

Get your head checked,
Your blood flow is ceasing.

I’m not sorry baby,
No, not in this season.

Retry….

I cud get u back : The Making ( Live instruments version Unmixed and Unmasted DEMO)

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TIMELESS (Latin Remix)

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247 Crew

[Chorus]
247 on the grind, never sleep, always shine,
Underground legends, master architects of rhyme.
247 on the rise, culture live, open eyes,
Keep the real hip-hop breathin', truth never disguised.

Verse]
Richi the lyrical killer, bars sharper than a katana,
Slices through beats, spitfire like a llama.
Micki got wise words, wisdom comes in waves,
Wordsmith to true gospel, scribes on ancient caves.

[Verse 2]
Lemar the original man, craft each bar with precision,
Soul in the rhythm, full of vision and ambition.
Daflood the rhymes processor, microchip in the mind,
Synthesizing syllables, flows intertwine.

[Chorus]
247 on the grind, never sleep, always shine,
Underground legends, master architects of rhyme.
247 on the rise, culture live, open eyes,
Keep the real hip-hop breathin', truth never disguised.

[Verse 3]
Mic in hand, Richi reigns like a king,
Every verse a scepter, every line a ruthless sting.
Micki drop gems wrapped in metaphors tight,
Illuminate paths, turn dark into light.

[Verse 4]
Lemar droppin' wisdom, tales from his life,
Struggles and triumphs cut deep like a knife.
Daflood computin', every rhyme's a calculation,
Circuits in sync with verbal elevation.

[Chorus]
247 on the grind, never sleep, always shine,
Underground legends, master architects of rhyme.
247 on the rise, culture live, open eyes,
Keep the real hip-hop breathin', truth never disguised.
Yeah!!
Mark my words!!!!
Bloods!!!!! And Brains!!!!

247 Crew (D-NG) 🇲🇶🗝️ {remix}

Poundland

🏆 Mixed & Mastered 🏆 by Top of the 🌎 Recording Studio 🎙️🎙️🎙️

Chopper 2

Chopper #2

Lyrics (Prod by Longdead)

Homie out here smokin on good intentions
Pulled up onna house one on south that you mentioned 
Puttin overtime buckle down on my pension
Eighth in the wood got me moving like an engine

Creepin round the corner whippin in my busted car
Pupils pinpoint in the dark looking far
Pushin flashing lights steady ducking from the law
Until I see the guy alhamdulillah

I been masked up steady creeping like I’m batman
Bands in the duff on a boat with the bag man 
Steady sippin syrup my chest hurting you look sad man 
Guessing i deserve it steady swerving im a bad man

17 degrees I can breath on yo neck
Keep it tucked tight steady clutchin to my chest
We one mind steady moving like a sect 
Red hand wave I grow tired of neglect

Walkin like I say so Heavy on the pesos
Called in suicide you that guy it’s a case closed
Dumb ass trick lay in piss yea ya pace slowed
Like ya new halo never been in safe mode

Homie out here smokin on good intentions
Pulled up onna house one on south that you mentioned 
Puttin overtime buckle down on my pension
Eighth in the wood got me moving like an engine

Creepin round the corner whippin in my busted car
Pupils pinpoint in the dark looking far
Pushin flashing lights steady ducking from the law
Until I see the guy alhamdulillah

Keep my pistol loaded - my enemies is high up
Locking in my motive - my pockets always tied up
I can see the war coming shit it’s got me fired up 
Revenge is on the board changing all that we is tired of
 
Smoke on a half a pound lockin it down underground 
Clickin hear the sound rotate another round
First call came in claiming that he drowned
But I know the truth wasn’t swimming he was found

TIMELESS (Latin Remix)

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