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Echoes In Your Mind (Lyrics)

Son take my advice…you can turn the tide
Take a look inside, to the echoes in your mind

The sun is high and burning bright, the road is long but you're alright  

Step out of your head, face the day instead
Listen and you’ll find…the echoes in your mind

Life is only a flash in time, the night is dark before the light
The sun is high and burning bright, the road is long but you're alright  

Hard times…come around…
Hard times…come around…

Son take my advice…it’s all with your sights
Listen to what’s right…to the echoes in your mind…

Hard times…come around…
Hard times…come around…

Echoes In Your Mind

Getting paper(I need it)

Less of Me

I'm facing flamboyant phases while pacing at the charts
I build foundations of saving nations while making noise
The boy a mason so don't you say you don't recognize
Look at your lines you gon' find there's nothing that deep inside
I peaked inside the industry, fucked it up soon as I get inside
Only a few ride with me and they know what I like 
Inbetween a fake ass artist and similar alike
Nothing but cheap words pouring out like Victoria Falls
I'm sick of ya'll I gotta be
On a string of astronomy I gotta be
Don't get me confused
I'm not a SoundCloud rapper 
I'm nothing like you
16 with a sore tooth 
Like a 5th grader on orange juice
Let the kid give ya'll some more proof
And I bring ya'll more troops
To end the SA wars too
In a all black store suit
Wins on top of wins you get my drift cauz I just force you
End with all suspence your discussions like
You just fucked up (Gun Cocks)
Make sure they all cough up uh (Gun Shot)

Thinking my money should make some music too, uh
I need a band as soon as I get a crewe, uh
Just know it's easy for me to speak the truth, uh
And just know it's hardest for you to live a fluke
Just look at you
They don't want features with me on any tune
Just look at you
RSA BCM citizen and now just look at you
Internet guru you heal the people but forget the truth
Stand up for freedom but when you sit down it's a empty stool
We watch 'em talk and just talk but when the talk get volitile
Flee the scene, in the lead, he could beat olympic atheletes
I had a conversation with a stranger dissect the youth
He said he like the shit that we do but fuck
I'm sick of ya'll I gotta be
On a string of astronomy I gotta be
Don't get me confused
I'm not a SoundCloud rapper
I'm just a now-now rapper who's got the fuse.
Now who's got the real dokie?
Now whos's the real flutist on real rookies, huh?

Uh, My niggas to the point, on God (Ya'll thought I was playin huh?)
My niggas to the point, on God
My niggas to the point, on God (You really thought I was playin)
My niggas get the point, on God

Me K-D-O-T put TNT inside my suit, uh
Walk inside the label struck a match and then I blew, uh
C4 everywhere, C4 everywhere
I got 3 whores with me 
It smell like Dior and Derrier

Uh
(Gun Shots)
Just wrote a rap exposing the soul you lack (I know)
Then Jumped on the pad like turning your gold to rats (I know)
I know that you fear me, I see it through your hands (I know)
Don't rap on the beat I did just to get a rap

It's possible I'm onto you 
Jig is up when I lay the truth
It's possible not plausible
Shoot a twin as I make the juice (Gun Shots)
I'm on the loose and volitile
Opposition get slaughtered too
It's possible I saw the truth 
And that will end all the competition

Shout to Kid C and she a real one though
Hands up to O.G, his shit incredible
Give some to Cartae, his on another roll
Watch out for P.S, his taking all your hope

It's possible I'm onto you (Gun Shots)
Jig is up when I lay the truth
It's possible not plausible
Shoot a twin as I make the juice (Gun Shots)
I'm on the loose and volitile
Opposition get slaughtered too
It's possible I saw the truth 
And that will end all the competition

Although they're my people they're still my competition
Urge me to get up and get the Earth to listen
I know in the future they get deserved attention
That's why right now I'm getting your blood pumpin!

Me K-D-O-T put TNT inside my suit, uh
Walk inside the label struck a match and then I blew, uh
C4 everywhere, C4 everywhere
I got 3 whores with me 
It smell like Dior and Derrier
Guess we jumpin out the roof like 
(Gun Shots)

--- Remix of Kendrick Lamar's The Jig Is Up ---

Master Splinter - Jig Is Up Remix

Face (Prod. by WHITECXFFIN)

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LYRICS 

VERSE ONE (CARTEE)

(yo, what the fuck)
I can never be compared 
All these shawties cop a stare
When I walk up in the building
With my drip I'm so damn rare (rare)
Yeah my jacket be Moncler (what)
Hibernating like a bear 
I'm just running with the strikes
I'll hit that ball up in the air
Too much on my mind
When I'm in the North$ide
Really wanting to unwind
Instead of just tryna hide
Tell me just to find the light
But when I do it always blinds
Really tried to make it right
But she just wanted our demise (AYE)
Ridiculed me once 
Before yo shawty passed my test
She knew what she lost and
Now years later she's depressed (depressed)
Bringin Memphis to the West
In North$ide Phoenix we're the best (the best)
Fuckboys puffin up they chest
Well I'ma have to make them rest (AYE)

VERSE TWO (ICHIGO)

It's the haunted creep from the desert 
Where we keep the pounds measured
Always smoking for my pleasure
Inhale, exhale no more effort
It's the North$ide bezels with all this metal
Don't get caught when we pushing the pedal
We the type to leave you without your mental
Feel like Kodak Black up in this rental
No love for politicians
Y'all some bitches
No gray area it's all for riches
Fuck y'all it's truth, no snitches
Hypocrisy running so deep in the trenches
But the North$ide is where those thrive
We put on for the team it's game time
Pounds of grass for the dime
Disperse it between the pines
Always been on my grind
Ever since the womb it's been demon time
Need y'all to understand the haunted man
Take this seal and pop it with my back hand
I'm talking that jutsu I don't do xans
That's for pussies who can't stand their own dad
Pussies who think they can solve everything with the steel on their left hand

VERSE THREE ($AGUAROJOE)

Smoking blunts to the face 
Mac rest in a Louis case 
If you don’t want a taste
I advise you to step away 
I know I’m not wanted 
I see the worst in everything
My ears go deaf like Steph,
So I do not hear a thing 
Phone on do not disturb
So I know the call won’t ring
In the tomb, that my room 
It’s where I’m most crafty  (We cheffin)
Switch blade on my nuts
In case you wanna get snappy (stfu)
You making all your shit so sappy
Be my guest and try to crack me 
Not afraid if you bite back 
I’ll laugh and continue being jolly (haha) 
When the street lights turn on its time to go
inside
I think I’m speakin to kids the way their tongues are tied
Don’t ask me how I’m doing I can’t even figure out myself (nah) 
I like to keep a distance from being unwell 
SurrenderDorothy cranked flying down bell 
Every time I walk outside I get the same vibe 
I hate the public that’s why I stay inside 
Honestly didn’t expect much, 
Nobody changed you still the same 
Replaced respect With reject 
And if you don’t agree you’re lame 
(Whaaaa) 
You all sound like you’re fighting
For something that should be shamed
If stabbing in the back is the new normal Ima bring some pain (yuh)
Bringin Memphis to the west
N$ my set dont get it messed up 
We appearing on your block
Blade is red and then he fessin stuff
Harsh winds in the north, don’t try to run you will get stuck 
We spinnin GTA 6, burning a spliff as the night surrounding us 
I’ll sit in my backyard, rolling blunt after blunt while I write this junt I think is junk
The sun goes down the moon comes up
This waiting game has got me feelin stuck

WRITTEN BY: Noah Cartee, Austin Orvis, & Jonah Owens

PRODUCED BY: @hxrtt

MIXING BY: @keyonyap

Memphis to the West (feat. $aguaroJoe) [prod. hxrtt]

Beats Working's debut album - remastered 2022,
Cover by Ivan Berryman
Songs and production by John Hardman
Vocals & guitars by John Hardman
(p) Swamp Records UK 1986-2023 all territories
(c) Swamp Music UK 1986-2023 all territories

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