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Vocals
Male
Character
Energy
relaxed, cool
high-energy
Danceable
coffee-place
dancefloor
Positivity
dark, sad, angry
happy
Appeal
unique
radio-friendly
Lyrics
I got this krylon from my mom's cabinet
Imagine me die anonymously I ain't having it
Scrambled off the block
Pray i wont get stopped
Feel my heart drop at the passing of the cops
But they flaccid, they a flop,
And now I found my spot, spray my name out with the black cap stock
Not long before it clogs and my lil fingers start to lock
Clipping lames, dripping paint, aiming for the top
Young Knocking at the gate of the illegal
Wanna Go widespread like asian longhorn beetles
Wanna be a king in this thing, SUS claim regal
But the kings who id meet proved that Dream was deceitful
Outline, fill in, outline shield Outside, Living, about my kills
In A streetlight maze in a forest made of steel
Now we're foraging for more than we normally feel
Said Outline, Fill-In, Outline Shield
Outlaws, Villains, who doubt my skills
In a streetlight maze in a forest made of steel
Now we're foraging for more than we normally feel
Flying cut sleeves 80 blocks from Tiffany's
Lighting up the mic like Craig G in the Symphony
Watching these lames go hide, I'm screaming victory
Watching my name go by, in for the infamy
Runnin thru Tunnels kept a swivelling head,
where there's cat-sized rats that'll run up your leg,
In any weather be it cold or be snowing or balmy,
I palm my paint and I proceeded calmly.
Moved like a hot knife through butter,
move like a low life through unwed mothers,
Moved across roof tops,
People Peeking through the shutters
Gunning for a new spot, See me creeping on a comeup
To sum up the game, it's all style and status
Opinionated scumbags who wanna debate it
If you wanna take your shot, if you think you wanna play this,
Son You wouldn't be the first or the last, just the latest.
Outline, fill in, outline shield
Outside, Living, about my kills
Foraging for more than we normally feel
We want something more than we could possibly steal
Said Outline, Fill-In, Outline ShieldOutlaws, Villains, who doubt my skills
Foraging for more than we normally feel
We want something more than we could possibly steal
The stone jungle, where the worker bees bumble,
and the crack sales tumble as we struggle on the humble
You can hear it in their words, you can feel the earth rumble,
when they all say, that's how it is in the stone jungle
If I was uncool, now people be thinking less of me,
cause I ain't follow the instructions on the recipe,
You're a king why you acting so defensively,
Im questioning your answer and it puts you into jeopardy, He said, People either wanna write with you or fight with you.
Hating on your style when they only end up biting you.
Let me enlighten you,
You don't need to prove shit,
Cus tags don't last half as long as the music.
A fusion of a rugged style bubbling from underground,
you gifted with lyrics that got these motherfuckers bugging out
So focus on the sound, represent the locals now
Run these rappers out of town
Let the writers run they mouths.
Outline, fill in, outline shield
Outside, Living, about my kills
We want something more than we could possibly steal
Move Beyond All the problems we Constantly deal with
Said Outline, Fill-In, Outline ShieldOutlaws, Villains, who doubt my skills
We want something more than we could possibly steal
Move Beyond All the problems we Constantly deal with.
I did the work and, much to my hurt,
found the inner circles just a circle jerk.
Went Into the void, went into the shadows,
went Into the breach, went into the bowels,
I was Making magic with the blessings that were sent to me,
Try to meet this fucking people with some empathy.
A day in the life, I'm so tired it's upsetting me
They want you so bad,
But let it be.
One black can, one white one,
Sho nuff, Get the job done right son
One pen one pad one mic son
One Producer but I got me the right one
