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E
03:37
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Hook:
Tell em who's nice in a crisis, E
Finna black out like a night stick, E.
Bitches wanna know how my life is.
Let me hit you with a little suttin right quick
Tell em who's nice in a crisis, E
Finna black out like a night stick, E.
Bitches wanna know how my life is.
Let me hit you with a little suttin right quick
V1:
My boy got that tool in a vice grip
but I just walk wit the mic like a side kick
Speak to me wrong then I just might flip
When I tag muthafuckas thats priceless
I been off the block, but I never stop
Til I'm crossing that goal line
Piss in every pot, fill it to the top
I been popping this whole time
Going ham for the bag, crunch time on the pad, boy, I'm greasy like pork rinds
Don't connect with the fads, son I never lag, yo Check my progress when online
When I touchdown that's an extra point
but I keep rolling like an extra joint
There's a new king in town that you must annoint
And if you touch my crown, I'm straight to the point!
I don't wrap my shit up in thorns tho
My passion is flashing in rose gold
I got this shit from jabbing, crushing pens and pads and beating beats like a porno (let's gooo)
Hook:
Tell em who's nice in a crisis, E
Finna black out like a night stick, E.
Bitches wanna know how my life is.
Let me hit you with a little suttin ri-right quick
Tell em who's nice in a crisis, E
Finna black out like a night stick, E.
Bitches wanna know how my life is.
Let me hit you with a little suttin right quick
V2:
I float in this pool like I'm lifeless
Make hoes drool at the lips when I pipe it
Ain't gotta force me to lick cause I like it (yuhh)
Glide in your warmth like an ice pick
I am no pretender, best ta check ya temper, Cold as mid December
Posted in the winter, snow is my contender, Overheat ya dinner
Burn ya temple, force to you remember.
Me! By some I go by E.
To the rest, address me Elijah X.
Don't believe what you see
Just cause I look skinny, don't mean I won't FLEX!
Check after check, stacking and rapping
I been on the move since the day I was packing
Chill in my groove like a vinyl relaxing
When I'm on the cuts I'm a verbal assassin
Fuck a tit for a tat, I don't own a gat
cause I am a Mack, pop on every track
Bout the spinach wrap, push it to ya cap
You don't feel it yet, make it go braaaat
Fuck the chitter chat
When I speak you can hear me for miles
I'm a U.S.-M.C. like Gomer Pyle
But you better shoot my ass I ain't going to trial (nah)
Hook:
Tell em who's nice in a crisis, E
Finna black out like a night stick, E.
Bitches wanna know how my life is.
Let me hit you with a little suttin right quick
Tell em who's nice in a crisis, E
Finna black out like a night stick, E.
Bitches wanna know how my life is.
Let me hit you with a little suttin right quick
VIII:
I'm copastetic on synesthetic
I build on beats just to come and wreck it
Stuck my neck out, I must protect it
Now tell me what yo profession (woo)
I'm over stressing this all progression
Tryna make a milli in a millisecond
Regurgitate rap; anorexic
Saying you sick is so pathetic
If you ill, I'm the medic
but you're no better when resurrected
Me, I came from the bottom
and I make sure I mark niggas of my checklist.
EXIT!
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2. |
Slippin'
03:41
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Hook: No swag, all sauce tho I'm drippin'
See cherry tops on the block then I'm dippin
Hit the hoe once and leave the bitch limpin
Ima be blunt and upfront bro I'm slippin
Yeahhhh I'm slippin, Feel a lil distant
But you can call me master, I keep this shit whippin
Slave to the game I ain't aim to be different
But I fucked up when I changed my position
V1: Niggas in the front, hoes in the back
(FUCK IS THAT?)
Poles in the trunk, gat in the lap
(RUN IT BACK!)
Hoes in the Lac, foes in the back
(ISSA FACT)
Eyes on my junk, hand in my lap
(IMA MACK)
I ain't een tryna to jacket, bitch, zip it up
Shorties be actin' mad stiff when you pick em up
We in the low low getting high til you had enough
I'm tryna see that starfish when I'm in dem guts
So bounce it, bounce it, bounce it
Or I'm bouncing, bouncing, bouncing
Word to me and every letter I'm pronouncing
You can Lyft home, I'm not down for the lounging!
Hook: No swag, all sauce tho I'm drippin'
See cherry tops on the block then I'm dippin
Hit the hoe once and leave the bitch limpin
Ima be blunt and upfront bro I'm slippin
Yeahhhh I'm slippin, Feel a lil distant
But you can call me master, I keep this shit whippin
Slave to the game I ain't aim to be different
But I fucked up when I changed my position
V2: Ima lil lit, shoulda got a Lyft
(HOLY SHIT)
It's a quick trip, yo I got this shit
(IMA PRICK)
Then I dropped a grip, fuck what I hit?
(FUCK IS DIS?!)
Cops on my six, now I'm in the sticks
(SHITTIN BRICKS)
I ain't een mean to, the stacks what I cling to
Now I gotta pay mad cash when I swing thru
This is scene two, bunk beds and clean room
3 square meals and window I can't see thru
I ain't get no peace, but the work release
Being locked up show you how much you miss the streets
A little piece go long way when you never eat
So I crunch every beat cause I gotta feast, my stomach weak
Hook: No swag, all sauce tho I'm drippin'
See cherry tops on the block then I'm dippin
Hit the hoe once and leave the bitch limpin
Ima be blunt and upfront bro I'm slippin
Yeahhhhh I'm slippin, Feel a lil distant
But you can call me master, I keep this shit whippin
Slave to the game I ain't aim to be different
But I fucked up when I changed my position
V3: Yeah ya boi back and I'm running laps
(WHY IS THAT?)
I ain't got no Lac and my stomach flat
(RUN IT BACK)
Yeah ya boi black and I'm running tracks
(ISSA FACT)
Flow still in tact, don't get attacked
(ISSA RAP)
I only took small break, bitch fix it up
No you can't blow in the interlock, give it up
It's got a camera, so it sees when you pick it up
Nahhh I don't think it records when you give it up
So bounce it, bounce it, bounce it
Or I'm bouncing, bouncing, bouncing
Word to me and girl that be doubting
When I inch it in ain't no time for the counting, E!
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3. |
Life.Dough.Trust,
03:12
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Hook: Life. I be living it.
Dough. I be spending it.
Trust. Y'all be giving it.
I ain't giving into SHIT
Life. I be living it.
Dough. I be spending it.
Trust. Y'all be giving it.
I ain't giving into SHIT
VI: (W.w.w.w.hen) My back was down to the ground no one came around
All my dog and cats strayed and went homeward bound
I stayed, not to lounge, but on the throne is a golden crown
So in every town, you know Eli finna hold it down
I'm on the mound, pound for pound, pitching til a molar crowned
Pat em down, I bet you find a strap with the cap and gown
Oh, you clapping now? Enticed by the trapping sounds
Front, I back em down like pits in a fucking pound
You can't cut the mustard clown, flustered when dey duckin rounds
Pucker when you kiss the ground
Or hush it when I puts it down
Lip lock, don't make a sound
Stop, watch, shawty foul
I don't fight to throw the towel
I’m raisin like the fucking Dow
If you gonna hold me down, don't do it til fuckin drown
I live and breathe what's so profound
Niggas wreaking up the lounge
Sniff em out like Bassett hounds
Officers is clapping pounds
Watch how you acting now
The fans the fakest ones around
Hook: Life. I be living it.
Dough. I be spending it.
Trust. Y'all be giving it.
I ain't giving into SHIT
Life. I be living it.
Dough. I be spending it.
Trust. Y'all be giving it.
I ain't giving into SHIT
VII:
(N.n.n.n.igga)
Please don't be hating, I'm caking from making statements
There's no relation, if you ain't talking bout the payments
You stuck up in the basement, recording and then relay it
To SoundCloud for a favorite, when you stuck up in the matrix
But I am not adjacent, I’m Jason with no chasing
Leave death without the traces, so you could never come face this
Remove ya mask with facelift, you done, got complacent
Time to put in your places
Black Rose where your grave sits
Fingers interlacing
I'm fluid in my stasis
Batting for the bases
If you really thought ya boy was basic
I'ma cold hearted, fire starter
Product of a drunken father
Going farther
So you can't Dodge me in fuckin charger
It's harder livin’ larger, but to E it's not a bother
I do dis shit honor, when I break you off proper
Sponsored by the ganja, praise budhha wit the mantra, pahtnah
Gotcha where I wantcha, I'm the spook that's always gonna haunt ya!
Life...Dough...Trust....
Yo, that shit is a must
Life...Dough...Trust....
Son, that shit is a must
TELLEM!
Life. I be living it.
Dough. I be spending it.
Trust. Y'all be giving it.
I ain't giving into SHIT
Life. I be living it.
Dough. I be spending it.
Trust. Y'all be giving it.
I ain't giving into SHIT!!!
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4. |
Dat Lovin'
03:33
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Girl you know I'm missin' dat lovin'.
Gimme dat lovin', dat lovin' some of dat lovin'.
It don't cost a dime when you give me dat love
Hit me up on my line, come and gimme dat...
Dat lovin', gimme dat lovin'.
Dat lovin', some of dat lovin'.
It don't cost a dime when you give me dat love
Hit me up on my line, come and gimme dat...
V1: Girl, it ain't nuttin for me to stay thuggin
but dat lovin' made me change suttin
The fundamental difference is that you ain't switchin up.
I knows you independent, but ain't no time for giving up
Stop frontin', I'm pushing that button
I'm lovin' you ain't out all night clubbin
No juice and ginning, I've had many women
but you the only one worth the time I be spendin. COME ON!
Lord knows I've got my enemies, I deal with on a daily.
All the hate, all the negative energy...
Girl you know I'm missin' dat lovin'
Dat lovin', gimme dat lovin'.
Dat lovin', some of dat lovin'.
It don't cost a dime when you give me dat love
Hit me up on my line, come and gimme dat...
Dat lovin', gimme dat lovin'.
Dat lovin', some of dat lovin'.
It don't cost a dime when you give me dat love
Hit me up on my line, come and gimme dat...
V2: I need more than a shorty for an after party
but we smoke suttin then hit the Bacardi
I came a long ways since the days wit my 40 on the porch with the stories
just gawking all horny
We off top like chop shops and drop tops
You my hotspot, I'm connected to you non stop.
When the bed rocks we be steaming like a hotbox.
I love when you let me hit it before the alarm clock, AYE!
HOOK: Lord knows I've got my enemies, I deal with on a daily.
All the hate, all the negative energy...
Girl you know I'm missin' dat lovin'
Dat lovin', gimme dat lovin'.
Dat lovin', some of dat lovin'.
It don't cost a dime when you give me dat love
Hit me up on my line, come and gimme dat...
Dat lovin', gimme dat lovin'.
Dat lovin', some of dat lovin'.
It don't cost a dime when you give me dat love
Hit me up on my line, come and gimme dat...
V3: Girl, you got that good good.
Ain't nothing that's bad about it.
I know you'd love me real good
Girl I can't be mad about it.
Whatever we do shug
You don't have plan about it
The way you hold me down, woo
I can't make a stand without it
HOOK: Lord knows I've got my enemies, I deal with on a daily.
All the hate, all the negative energy...
Girl you know I'm missin' dat lovin'
Dat lovin', gimme dat lovin'.
Dat lovin', some of dat lovin'.
It don't cost a dime when you give me dat love
Hit me up on my line, come and gimme dat...
Dat lovin', gimme dat lovin'.
Dat lovin', some of dat lovin'.
It don't cost a dime when you give me dat love
Hit me up on my line, come and gimme dat...
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5. |
On Smash
03:18
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V1: Godddd damn, you looking fine up in them vans.
Not to mention that you sweeter than a hunnit grand
I'm in jam, when I see you walk I'm hella jelly
Girl, I'd still love that ass in some pele pele!
I'd blaze you like the purple, not tryna over work you
But when you come around everything is full circle
You a bad bitch wit that good good, that's understood
Fuck around get my last name cause it end wit wood
All true, it's all you when you fall thru
You can even text a nigga back when I call you
Round 2, round 3 fuck it, go fa 4 too
Yeah I'm one of one, but you could be the one too!
V2: Shorty shine bright and I'm tryna learn like Sun Tsu
You get that cash and I'm all about the funds boo
Women are detectives, but I gotta hunch (wooo)
If I hit from the back you gonna have a hunch too
Slim and sexy, but you like it when it be messy
Girl, you know I'm tryna kick it like Lionel Messi
Tryna have that ass bouncing like a bad check be
Lemme sign off on that overtime, when you erect me!
V3: Brown hair, blue eyes that's a contrast
You down to ride, but you'll find I never cum fast
I'm not gassed nor mad when I'm done last
It's not a race, but right after you might crash
Get them Z's in, from this semen
I'm the sandman and this dick'll leave you sleepinnn
But I'm seasoneddd this meat have a reasonnn
After midnight I’m like aight like me creep innnn
(BLAOW)
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6. |
KNOCK KNOCK
03:33
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Everything happens for a reason, that's what we believe in. But sometimes, you gotta make it happen.
2X: I be whipping slow up in the drop top
Bump those Bose speakers down my block
When I show up, bro, the show stop
Tell the game I'm at the door, hear da knock, knock?
VI: Yo, what dealy tho? I mean really tho?
How many times must I knock befo’ y'all let me n dis hoe
I been raw, swing like Ruffio up in-studio
I been a music pro since pharcyde and coolio
And I be smooth fa sho
Let's make a movie whoa
I'm the director, this that Stan Kubrick flow
A lil reckless when marking off on the checklist
But I'ma get it all, I promise, there's no exceptions
2X: I be whipping slow up in the drop top
Bump those Bose speakers down my block
When I show up, bro, the show stop
Tell the game I'm at the door, hear da knock, knock?
VII: Don't you doubt it, I been about it ten years and counting
I spits a fountain like bitches that leave a nigga drowning
I usher flows and then propose I can move a mountain
I hit it slow and pass left, to the niggas doubting
[Haaaaaaaaaa] If you got it then you can get it too
I don't need a hype man, my buzz is too miniscule
In general, I am God to a silly few
I preach it for a purpose, worthless nigga get into the pew
2X: I be whipping slow up in the drop top
Bump those Bose speakers down my block
When I show up, bro, the show stop
Tell the game I'm at the door, hear da knock, knock?
VIII: When the underground flood the mainstream I slay kings
Spray the K thing and slide thru w. the A team
I'm icing if she caking, make ya bitch plaything
Treat her thighs like music, tryna make those kitty lips sing
Digging her Melody, way she work it is a felony
Hit her with that love Jones, word to bill bellamy
We can take it slow, either way I'm gonna score
Can't you hear me knocking at the door?!
Outro: Nigga runnin’ low like a chop shop
First flow on my block, word to pop rocks
I'm always on the go like a stopwatch
Tell the game I'm at the do’, hear da knock knock?
Nigga get top like a chop shop
First flow on my block, word to pop rocks
I'm always on the go like a stopwatch
Tell the game I'm at the do’, hear da knock knock?
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7. |
Warned You
03:47
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VI: This beast lies in the abyss of sunken ships
If you talk slick, your blood’ll drip from drunken lips
I’m for the chips, known to take risks w/ swollen fists
And you on the list, for a nigga dip, you gettin’ hit
Jealousy a feminine trait that I never heard-a
Word up, I’m from a rotten state commiting murdah
If you blessed, I suggest you never flip the bird up
Elijah History X. I stomp and straight curb ya
Bite down….you undercover like a night gown
My town….. bussin’ dem pipes until ya life drown
I’m a head cracker, fuck off you little fudge packer
Soaked cracker, you ain’t-een white, just a soft bastard
I’m laughing, ya side eye blacked like shy guys
My guy, I been live since 3.1.5
NY a Mile High, boy this the body drop
Put the metal to ya head, you’ll splash like a soda pop
Hook:
You done fucked with wrong the one
I’m quick to hit a nigga wit the 1, 2
A 3 piece floor ya boy 4 da law come
Call 5, wtf the pigs gon’ do!? I WARNED YOU
I WARNED YOU
What to do when you see the 6 roll thru?
Pop 7 shots, jackpot, out the sun roof
Smoked like 8th with the 9
When my dogs WOOF! (WOOF!)
VII:
Slicker than thriller, moonwalking wit Killer Mike
It take more than a small beef to feed my appetite
Word to me, E'll put a hole in a hemaphrodite
And make ya ass fizz out faster than a flat Sprite
I'm like...bass bumpin, trunks thumping
Blood rushing, guns bussing, numb thumbing
When you push the wrong button, they gon have to save something!
Say nuttin when you talking to me.
They say talk cheap and ain't nuttin for free
And all my kids priceless when I buss on a beat
You running wit sheep
My boy do his runs in Jeep
So you better lay flat when it come on the creep
Too easy...he'll pop ya top, he too greasy
I bet he’ll rock ya knot then spark a new bleezy
I ain't playing, this the end of this
I'm 28, niggas too old for censorship...bitch
Hook:
You done fucked with wrong the one
I’m quick to hit a nigga wit the 1, 2
A 3 piece floor ya boy 4 da law come
Call 5, wtf the pigs gon’ do!? I WARNED YOU
I WARNED YOU
What to do when you see the 6 roll thru?
Pop 7 shots, jackpot, out the sun roof
Smoked like 8th with the 9
When my dogs WOOF! (WOOF!)
VIII:
I come with the venom like Topher Grace
No mistake
Niggas full of jokes like Dave Chappelle with yellow cake
State ya case for the judge make you stay in place
You hella baked (huh) bet that buzz got you feeling great
I'm finna clock ya ass out like came in late
I'll serve you like a platter on the first dinner date
I shake mental states like earthquakes around ya space
I told you dog, you softer than a pillow case
Lo and behold, the man with broken soul
Going for gold as he strolls down a golden road
I'm breaking the mold, who you know chiller than cold?
Stiffer than bold, boy I'll make ya dividends fold
I'm letting it go
Lay you like lines in middle of the roads
I'll gray ya ass out like kiss from a rose
Now...ya fate has been sealed
Fuck what you say about keeping it real
This is the deal
I'm not finna go through the spheal
Only time you blacked out when ya tires would squeal
My massive appeal sumthin like when kapernick kneels
Like I said I'm back for the deal, nigga
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Elijah X. Golden, Colorado
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