Produced by Brandun Deshay

www.lampcityrecords.com

Amber (prod. Brandun Deshay)

6. Power 4 The People

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN !!! >:3

mix. @rivrpersn
cover. willow

lyrics:

[naut]

Where the drums go
Walkin' round the party, where the drugs go
Lookin' for the plug, but no one knows, fuck
I ain't comfortable, been sitting wit' no kush, ho
Lookin' for the smoke, I could tolerate a wood, ho
Man I got it down in Goerge, don't be sleepin' on that Bush
Say "we got 'em", man, they 'bouta find 'em sleepin' under hoods
That's a damn shame
Lookin' up his numbers, but nobody know the man name
Pop!
Send a pop off like a champagne
Give the prop a ganda, then he runnin' like a campaign
Lightwork
Givin' me that beat, man, I like work
I type work, set me up a class where I site work
Crazy on the beat enough to put me in a psych ward
Give 'em acadamia like rappin' shit is my quirk
I'm the typa character that hit you wit' a light smirk
Man they tell me I been twisted, but I'm tight when how this pipe work
They ain't even givin' me that beat, know I might merc
Laughin' 'bout it out now, but they'll be cryin' later like Durk
That's a lil feat for the Drake, how the tides turn
Like I got a rite of way in this shit, now it's my turn
Locked up like a Golem, man, they livin' wit' some iron
Fuck about a diamond, I been livin' by what I earn
Keep a flow forever while Euphrates gettin' drier
Biblical — how you gonna tell me I'm a liar
Kinda ironic to wet 'em, I get out the dryer

Dont worry, I know I rhymed drier with dryer, but if you're not a fuckin' idiot, you realize I said two different words-

[robo]

Where the fuck did it go, all the love?
If the music never make me wanna dance, squabble up, ah!
Ride with the top down, never getting better
Got my bride with her off-blouse, love me for my cheddar
Bitch I'm like that, tight raps, fight back or lose
If it's money that you lookin' for, you gonna get reduced
I been runnin' shit since I was just a youngin', that's the proof
Bitches walking up to me like "Was that you?" I'm like "Who?"
But like
If we talking drip, bitch my swagger got a blabber mouth
Yapping of the lip, talkin' shit-that-I-don't-have? I doubt
Three layer, three course fit, filled the platter out
Three-zero-eight in my drac', Millie Bobby- Bow!
Treat the misses like dishes, said "I need some of that"
She got a Michelin star, might make a run to Graham (Elliot!)
Formerly know as the Logic guy, running from the past
That's not a bulge in my pants, that's a hunnid racks!

UPROAR (ft. ROBO)

broken hearts are effective for making music holy moly

prod. Kaalah on yt
mix. @rivrpersn

lyrics:

What's that jinglin' beat? I can hear it creepin' on me
I'm gettin' nervous with people even believin' in me
I gotta tool and it's with the shit, and you see it on me
Don't say a word or I'm fixin' it 'fore it's even started
I'ma keep it smooth and prove I'm a competitor
And I'ma beat 'em ruthless, bruised, get a good editor
The pick of the litter, so it's ironic I been runtin' 'em
Wait, runnin' 'em, I'm waitin' for fill-ups to get to drummin' 'em
Like huh, wait, where did all the passion go? I'm a bit confused
You got a bank account that's chillin' but been misconstrued
As some relentless dude who never felt some doubt up in 'em
But I see through it in 'em, they done built they character from crowd opinion
They done built a character from whatever get they hands on
So much dick suckin', what's yo plan to stand on any
Leverage you got, and whether or not
What gets you reignin' is the same, you think you could weather the naut?
I'm hot shit
Next moment, you will see my drought
Who needs a bird's-eye view when I been sleepin' on clouds
I been the typa artist runnin' and just wreakin' through crowds
They LIKE THAT, I'm a biggest three simply around
And I got 1 2 3 big reasons to spazz
And they gon' cause a big battle in the air that I trav
It give 'em goosebumps in RL, word to the Stine
They done booked me for the night and brought a monster to life
I'm like THAT
But I dare 'em to say a word that I isn't
I spray 'em down in an instant, can't blame if they feelin' distant
I would too, I hope they see they barkin' the wrong tree
I'm known to pop a trunk so I can get you a car seat
Get comfy dawg
Fuckin' up the bank and then we runnin' off
Spreadin' out the band like I'm 'bouta put a rubber on
I clip him out in public, 'bouta run his shit on subathon
If he feelin' Pokimane, we Cinna man to run 'em off
I think I might be obsessed, just a fan of the rap shit in general
Studio like barracks, got me loadin' up like plentiful
I load one in the hip and even slip one in my femoral
I go to grab the mic and then I leave the booth in critical
Condition, feel like murder been a mission lately
All dependin', I been sure to be efficient lately
I been winnin', it's absurd to be all distant baby
Fuck the cash, you dime, I fuck it up, no Tay Keith
Have to be Renegade to get a pay, no Jay-Z
Bringin' back careers with a verse, feel like Shady
Sittin' on the beach listenin' to straight heat
"Oh that's Slaughter on the radio? Oh no it can't be!
Man I shoulda stuck around and heard the sound she been mass producin'
Maybe gather 'round and we can mack the sound and snatch her viewin'
Why this shit impossible, I can't even rap to it!"
Yeah, stupid, 'cause I'm just better, go get a sweater, I been cold
You a letter, got your shawty in the phone and she beggin' me to peg her
I said girly bring the strap, but actually just clever
How we cover up the tracks, feel like half of the pleasure
We don't want 'em findin' bodies in the cellar
That's the place that we fucked
And if you trynna come and get her, then you shit outta luck
I just lost my main bitch, need a reason to pipe
How I'm 'posed to stay hard when the motive ain't right?
I fuckin' miss her bro

(Nah, type shit, talk about a crash and burn though
It's alright i got yall! Music gon' get me through it fr yup yup)

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Buy Now: https://rse.lnk.to/Forever
Watch the Video: http://bit.ly/Sa-RocForeverYT

On her latest release, “Forever”, the hip-hop heroine delivers an empowering message over an ominous bass line, dropping lines like, “No, I’m not flawless. I’m scarred up, and I’m fine with it.” Spitting bars and spinning words, she goes on to recount how mama taught her “stay woke,” admit her own body image struggles, and name-check Do The Right Thing. It feels like it could be rap’s own answer to the “No-Makeup Movement.” However, her message is just starting to resound on a grand scale…

A voice Okayplayer.com proclaimed “one of the most formidable microphone mavens in the game,” Sa-Roc is in the midst of finishing up her Rhymesayers Entertainment full-length debut— due out later in 2018.

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