4. Che Music ft. LAC & Loose Logic
Order- LAC, Jimmy, Loose
Beat- Brother Ali, Room w/ a Veiw
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Story behind the song
...we wanted something that would take the listener by surprise and i think we achieved that...
Lyrics
LAC- Unavailable at the moment, sorry he hasnt been online lately
Jimmy-
Welcome to tha C-block, ripping the roof cuzz
…n Never turn my back cuz my niggas is blue blood
raised on the mic, cyfers finding our crunch time
…the cops would try to break up every battle at lunch time
the soul of the streets, how im choosing to spit
…its for respect, fuck the money cuz im losing it quick
and really fuck whatcha heard cuz I fracture the frontin
…the type of rappers that’s would scrap over practically nothing
Were the brawls get dirty no one’s choosing to stop it
…And the hicks real racist, niggas losing their logic
type of city where everything possible goes bad
…an artist with a pen tucked tight in his notepad
Scared to say a word about the hateful and bustas
…so I scream on the mic about the racial injustice
The means sorta grimey but I double my ends
…and buried hopes and dreams along with a couple of friends
really hot in the summers, never choosing to go home
…A real cold world even losing the ozone
Integrated schools? That’s a blender of lies
…and goddamnit man I wish I could remember my lines
was it the noun or the verb to be prounced in a verse
…an ounce of the urge to work, gotta shout to be heard
Rock white T’s just like me, not the gear of a friendly
…and I walk with a swagger cuz my lyrics are deadly
Try to thug it up, put a pump in my prints
…hoping this mixtape’ll gets me out the slump that im in
but fuck the game and the raps, never needed to panic
…I’ve have a hard enough time just being Hispanic
Loose Logic-
yeah, joe peshi in the flesh to test ya secter,
reck ya set, in a second infect ya
best select a extra plethora
hanible lector X’in ya for a taste of pleasure
never been a veteran better than any crew that a
represent
movin the method wit tha next wave of tha pestilence
I, am the agent orange, the face wit horns
displace ya ainxt, wit a wave, when it rains it pours
maim tha lord, when the corriner left ya
x-communicated wit more sores than a lepor
4 minuet lecture I fill up tha loose leaf
write to the edge of the margin from my heart I don’t
proof read
I was raised on strait liquor, chronic and hard
feelins
tha sutures are gone but I don’t tan right where tha
scars healing
California, got some malice for ya, and u can not sort
it..
i cant keep my self from shittin on kats i got a bowel
disorder
check the peckin order, put notches on tha totum poll
I slice my self wide open just to spell my guts for
yall
I got some gusto dawg, im too tied up to come undone
I bruse a dun, its usually done im fusin sun in a
beautiful toung
judas Iscariot, u scary fucks, ill show ya tha ropes
encompass tha globe and pull up on ya throat
every bright idea u got, I put out tha bulb
yall are sittin ducks in my scope, I got offers at
interscope
its pivitol, I wait in the wake, satans a fake
but yall trail after my footsteps, pavin tha way
wavin a gage,, that shit don’t sit well
ima show ya the big picture..just call me big L
