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