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Unorthodox (Remix)
- This is straight pure raw hip hop, off the block,
- and you could check the record, I'm unorthodox,
- too unorthodox for conformist flocks,
- my mentality is first send the warning shots,
- out the blue lyrical murder like I slaughter cops,
- blacks, whites, and Puerto Rocs, poor or not,
- runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,
- hoarding boxes of ammo, lyrics sporting Glocks,
- I'm the fine line between that lukewarm and hot,
- but never find a soft stop, when I'm off the top,
- my style flips and switches every time, I know,
- delivered flawlessly for every time I rhyme and flow,
- I'm tryna bring back the vibe of hip hop in the streets,
- but cops is lockin' the street, cockin' the heat,
- gimme a hundred grand, don't need the rubber bands,
- and champagne poppin' every night, y'all don't understand?
- Wouldn't sell my soul to the devil for Summer Jam,
- spit the truth, deeper meaning expressed, Rugged Man,
- all I've found is luck, guess I got it from the motherland,
- checkin' off the record if you messin' with that other man,
- screw the labels, my crews get creative control,
- breakin' the mold on the regular, Lucifer, secular,
- man I grew up in the gutter, so fuck them others,
- never give in to sin, unorthodox for my brothers,
- yeah, uh huh, motherfuckers
- Cause money ain't a thing if I got it I won’t spend
- All I got is my Pros, I don’t need no friends
- Feel like this glory road is coming to an end
- The only soul that won’t sin
- No he won’t give in
- Yo this world is bone chillin’
- Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes
- Properly delivered drop trees in my swisher
- And bring that back to my property wit ya
- I'm waiting for emancipation, saviors talk to God,
- shaking hands, just my hands are shaking 'cause I dance with Satan,
- must be the sickness that grows inside cancer patients,
- as they wait for death, no more playin' games and animation,
- hip hop needs a transformation, pray for me,
- I rap in tongues that need explainin', speak the language faithfully,
- don't play with me, started off rappin' on the porches,
- and corners, suddenly started to see fame and fortune,
- I'm intense, my raps light niggas on fire like incense,
- unorthodox, intersects like incest, so in a sense,
- this don't prove my innocence, advancin' on my infamy,
- what's in for me? God sent for me, my soldiers in the infantry,
- wicked roots, the infant tree, strange fruit, the tension,
- is growin' tense, see the world through tints and black lenses,
- fortune, fame, cars, hoes are tens, nobody's tense,
- that would be the perfect world, we can't trapped intense,
- I'mma pitch out their like tents, spittin's second nature,
- I'm a baseball player, save ya breath like respirators,
- seen niggas pedal melons and meddlin' in endeavors,
- the cartel, the Medellin, the metal's on your medal then...
- Cause money ain't a thing if I got it I won’t spend
- All I got is my Pros, I don’t need no friends
- Feel like this glory road is coming to an end
- The only soul that won’t sin
- No he won’t give in
- Yo this world is bone chillin’
- Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes
- Properly delivered drop trees in my swisher
- And bring that back to my property wit ya
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