FogRoll

Duality

Television Static

Beat By JO5IAH
LYRICS 

That IQ- From My Booth- Thru Dollarstore aux chords-
Will snipe you's in Bright Views You's Scholars in Oxford-
With White Goose Or Grey Too You Ballin Alot for-
Somebody that shook, whatchu callin the cops for?
Guess its on brand- To Try to Take it to Courts-
That double tripled if you knew my resort-
And if you didn't- bet you'd find it in his rescent reports-
I heard em drop- Yeah man it's decent ofcourse-
But i find rich rappers tend to eat by the course-
If its me and him tee-ing im the reason for sport-
He never even fried eggs or had to scramble for green-
He had the fair way- hair spray, paid for fees-
We from out the fringe where its rough as can be-
Ill take a shank or even slice or take a cut of your cream-
He lip out and take a hook- ill leave my knife lookin clean-
He bought that brand new hybrid but im the driver you see-
Thats how i left em short sided when im down by 3-

I got a bloodlust for greed and the meanest retort-
He lookin at me fight or flight and he screamin abort-
I bet he pay top dollar for the speed from the ports-
You got a collar shirt and tie you still a fiend on my portch-

Would make this grown man would cry if i keyed up his porche-

He just wanna be so important-
Ice on his neck like he being deported-
He swearin he a gangster he born into a fortune-
Brother i gotta study vice if im seeing a mortgage-

Your parents paved your way man you act like an orphan-
I think this kinda attitude is really abhorrent-
As a kid im on a davenport and feel my brothers snorin-
Taught to only take my portion- and no more than-
This gimme gimme me me shit feels so foreign-
You had to work half as hard to get a score in?
And the whole fuckin goddamn time you been supported?

Brother- i mixed this shit on cracked torrents-
On a Mic i got trappin all day dodgin enforcement-
Yet you the one talkin bout 'i dodged my warrants?'
Brother- you closer to Warran, i aint talkin' G-
I aint even in the Buffet- just do not talk to me-

If you aint noticed this is not your average flex shit-
I dont give a fuck bout yo money, your clothes or breakfast-
Your honeys, hoe's, or necklace-
Being a greedy fuck just doesn't get me affectious
Im sure satanic leaders are all very impressed with-
Your empathetical deafness-
Im just not the one that would get it-
When kids unbedded and barely fed and the old losin pension i lose the message of "look at my money peasants"-
We got people who tented and tenants with 7 kids growing up in terrible settings-
And the thing you choose to do with your money is boost your ego?

You are disgusting, a bad person-
Even worsened- if you struggled before and been hurtin'-
And still choose to close that door on the next person-
The next woman walkin alone, clutchin purses, the next mother, doing the dishes workin bustin her ass, dustin curtains- she only wants the best for her babies, That person-
The next version of yourself if you didn't surface-
You don't even got compassion for your fellow man-
To me your education start to look worthless-
If you the type to call cops instead of throw hands-
The cloth from where you cut got no purpose-

Courts

I think this the first time y`all ever got a chorus from me.

Gas Fumes

Beat By Clockwork.
LYRICS ARE HERE.
Bad Decisions-
Tax revisions-
And mad infringement-
Hard not to notice-
Im snackin shrooms-
And im having visions-
Cash to witness-
Or silence snitches-
With fast collisions-
Crashed or missin-
In that condition-
For better wishin-
Met a mission man-
Trynna spread religion-
My feathers glisten-
Couldn't hear em over the wind-
Too busy dancin with it-
That's tradition-
Im never givin up-
Thats submission-
This world a prison-
The sun risen-
While bodies stiffen-
Whole lotta death in this air-
We keep sniffin-
Whole lot of rest and despair-
With devision-

See time is tickin-
Rhymin is my golden ticket-
Timeless- hold it close-
Im twitchin violent-
Thinkin bout the instance-
Im in holy ghost and finished-
Hiding, lonely posted-
In this silence-
Hard for folk find it-
Busy scrolling till we so mindless-

Bro i get-
So winded-
Our soul blinded-
Devil give me contracts-
Promise that i won't sign it-
Pockets both lined with-
Lint- but i don't mind it-
Write in black ink no blood-
This aint soul binded-
Money don't mean success-
Least i don't go by it-
Success to me is when you grow
Instead of go buy it-
Im trynna grow old-
More healthy than joe biden-
Speak of the devil-
Pay governments what they providing-
And hit the tunnels if the see planes nose diving-

Lint

This Beat Was Made By Average Bleach Drinker 
LYRICS BELOW
Nowadays- governments sellin us fake weed-
Plugs stuck bargaining margins to make meets-
Fuck- argueing' over a couple dollars you see-
It costs more for me to tolerate than scholarship fees-
We only free as a dog with no collar and fleas-
The way we live man we might as well of borrowed the green-
Feelin dread when its work on my caller ID-
But i need bread- thats for sure- so i crawl to my knees-
What can i say? No opportunity in my way-
Its more free being broke than in jail for makin plays-
No joke but this life getting stail- its no place-
For your growth- or your soul- set to fail- and misplace-
Anyway-
Back to jugglin jargin- jugular huntin in the jungle thinkin fuck an apartment-
My thought fungal- and they militant, rather hit where its started-
Hear em bitch about the consequence quiet when shit departed-
Think i made it when they riot to my shit or im a target-
Or you find my cd's or tapes in flea markets-
Wear this mask up in a bank but never a red carpet-
If you worship your celebrities you are fuckin-
Ugh

Nevermind- nothin worse than evil thoughts in a clever mind-
Seein shots ring- the spot- never bettered mine-
Be the type to have a glock in the dresser-
Iron stocked in the sweater if the weather fine-
Ease the hike in the pressure when the treasure climb-
Either that or tell a teller all the cheddar mine-
Whatevers better, trynna rap and have some leisure time-
Treat this shit like im professor this yo lecture time-
Im boutta pepper minds with word from the weber-
Rhymes verbs and some stellar lines-
Displeasure from you people hellen keller blind-
Try to teach ya 'for you fellas hit the cellar-
Lined up for the debtors- I-
Rather see us people come together-
Find trust-
In these letters-
Time to bust at opressors-
Sigh- 

Sigh

Bam and ClayFace`s first collab Project.
Produced by Bam.
Lyrics written and preformed by ClayFace.

ClayFace

Popular tracks