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how i got stuck the ground where the world dont spin and the sick get fed in jail
why i aim guns at the sky, shoot shots at the kids my world is a dismal hell
even the birds is ghetto in the city where the stars all covered in petrol 
stuck at the bottom where I started and you muhfukaz wonder why I run with the devil 
use me as the fuck you talk on, use me as the crutch you walk on 
bank up n Beverly Hills, helicopters swarm the hoods of Hawthorne 
came to a place where they hate me so fuck you too man taste the snub
nigga cant escape the skin, it all seems so hopeless to face the judge
its a sure shot way to make hate my luv, im a can of 211 and a shakey blunt 
half pint of rum no chaser thuggin it 
till you see me on the front page paper snufd 

BATHS - Miasma Sky (MOORS Remix)

mothers cry enveloped in sirens
the long robe don’t speak tongue to tyrants
nowadays we don’t run from violence
and don’t forget that
fuck wit us you getting hit back
a chicken on the path with a gun in hand 
cuff the king, he fooled the masses 
and fuck the queen too, bruise the bitch snatch
to take it all back like we warrant that shit
on my way to these cages thrashing
away from the high times made of magic
a black cat paw caught inside the law jaw
coward with a pistol couldn’t battle cuz of brawl flaws
fam in the field, riding for the chief cause
wolves at war, martyr me on tree log 
the fear of god was the cause for his actions
without a badge youz a bitch and a half nigger

aint a need to b alarmed cuz we don’t sleep
talk back to the law get a jaw full of broke teeth
tossed at the feet of the police
raw is the meat from the bones to the street

aw, aw, aw
ghetto, ghetto

gone, cuz your scope of vision
was bought off when u lost your emotions picture
me g-slide on the top ocean mirror
a brand new world from the broken children
a sun left me all hopeless in it
so I burnt down crosses and broke ecliptics
(spit), fuck real why rely on the truth
a blunty brew just to vibe thru the music
deep in the hellhole
i dripped from my elbows
walked with the heretics ran with the devil
mama kept calling me yelling
while a nigga in the field I can’t pick up the cellphone often
see that midwife was telling me I’m guilty
somehow i knew nothing pure could be filthy
it always was and maybe it always will be 
every cop got a license to kill me

Wolves At War

Asphyxiated (Dntel Remix)

Slow Magic - Girls (MOORS Remix)

King

MOORS is Lakeith Stanfield and Hrishikesh Hirway
http://wearemoors.com

Theres a young man named King
petrified fields smell of evaporated blood
bullet shells for rocks 
he walks and walks across 
giving everything he got taking everything he needs 
scared mad at the whole world
paranoia paramedics sound like background music 
and soon he loves it 
he loves it to death 
numb 
stupid 
though in the intestines of his roots deep down he knew 
so he grew...

We used to run with the goons subtle and smooth
Untouchable troop 
Gutter platoon 
Used to treat em like poon
Fucking snuff em and move 
Leaving hundreds of bloody bloody tombs under the moon 
My baby brain the images plagued it 
Left niggas whole soul vicious and vacant
Like fuck it on flagrant there's no such thing as right 
Bring the flame to white to get the flavor nice 
Scatterbrain rocket propelled grenade-like 
Never had a thing all I knew was hate life  
Fuck the world with the bomb lit pipe 
Take a lic from my great poison ivy mike
Trayvon fingers on them death notes 
Way beyond criminal we death row 
Sinning skin the Seminole 
Skimming off the brim then we're gone with the wind
Lic and let's go 

Out of the flame from where the heat at
Into the plains where the enemies meet defeat 
Up on the reigns long as the beat slap 
Down with the gang we the OGs out in these streets
You are a king 
Gold in the inner you 
They oughta know gotta get it to em bring it to em 
Let it be shown no matter who's in the room 
They wanted more? Gotta get it to em 

I was tired of being stepped and moved back 
Bought a jacket made of teflon and two strapped 
Told these bitches we can get it on 
Lynching he king 
To bring the shit down like bombs in Arab spring 
In my city I'm a king 
All of my street dreams manifested impossible things 
On me 
Keep my conscience stream concrete 
If my heart stay true all my people gun eat
Nothing to loose 
Thug on the loose 
Bringing a truth back 
Blood on a noose 
Gold on my neck 
Diamonds are all black 
Don't be surprised when I don't know how to act 
Fuck a copper we going platinum 
Coming straight out the trap 
And on the track constantly flogging them until they get torn 
A lot of victors in my vile still trapped in the storm 
Couldn't afford to talk to the lord 
Nigga we poor 
But we still feel royal so we toil in war 

Out of the flame from where the heat at
Into the plains where the enemies meet defeat 
Up on the reigns long as the beat slap 
Down with the gang we the OGs out in these streets
You are a king 
Gold in the inner you 
They oughta know gotta get it to em bring it to em 
Let it be shown no matter who's in the room 
They wanted more? Gotta get it to em

Lakeith Stanfield & Hrishikesh Hirway
wearemoors.com

MOORS

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