1. |
Intro
02:45
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2. |
Sonar
03:50
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It's the rap game stallion
They call me MV$ERVTI
But a nigga ain't Italian
Switch the style up
Might stab you with a stylus
Then take a jet to the islands
While doin' Molly
With Miley Cyrus
Thought I was a clown?
Bitch I came up in the circus
Now I got my voice on a mic
Like I'm Andy Serkis
Straight out the Trailer Park
Niggas was sellin' meth
While I was watchin' Zero Dark Thirty
These dirty murderers and sex offenders
Lived in that bitch
Shit was a playground
You hear the shots?
Stay down
See darkness in my eyes
Ray Bans
I'm the type to turn a eighth
To a brick and a half
Most y'all niggas records soundin' shady
No Aftermath
I'mma drop this LP like Summerslam
Just to punish you Trukfit wearin' mothafuckas
You fuckin' disgust me
Let me find you
The shit'll get ugly
Yeah
And don't tell me to fuckin' wait
I got a nuclear submarine
And it's chillin' in the Bering Strait
Ready to take ya to the gates of Hell
As I rock the bells
Pop shells, make sells
Yeah, they know me well
It's MV$ERVTI
The child of the prophecy
Go harder than Mephistopheles
While bombin' your metropolis
I'm like the lightskinned Mike Shinoda
While part-time shinobi
Sip lean with the soda
As I cop a rollie
Sip the potion
We movin' in slow motion
I talk to Joe Jonas' girl
She give me cake by the ocean
While Lil K was sellin' crack to the rich kids
I was on campus
Pushin' grams for $40
Like nobody's business
Born rebel, call me Rogue One
I don't give a fuck
Catch me in McDonald's
Puttin' Sprite in a fuckin' water cup
(Hook)
I KNOW YOU WANNA COP THIS
All my niggas move in silence
S.E.A.L OPERATIVES
Fuck with the Syndicate
We'll send you to the doctors
FUCK YA DOCTRINE
Got a squadron fast-ropin'
FROM HELICOPTERS
Lil K been growin' green
That nigga a florist
Me I get Rings and bring 'em home
SAMARA MORGAN
MV$ERVTI Syndicate
Eatin' rappers for fuckin' lunch
Got a gang of bad bitches with guns
Like it's SUCKER PUNCH
And I get all my shit imported
Your crew is unimportant
I was in that Bear's Lair with Tyler
Eatin' porridge
We move covertly
Fuck around and it's curtains
If young Keenan don't trust you little niggas
Then I'mma hurt you
I be posted in San Leandro
Or smokin' at la marina
While plottin' to turn ya whole block
To Hurricane Katrina
Hi Shotzi!
Is Okami livin' with you
So I can fuck around
And buy binoculars and telescopes?
Bye Shotzi
I hope you have to dodge paparazzi
While I'm droppin' records
And slappin' neo Nazis
On Kawasakis
After peepin' Kurosaki
Matter fact, Akira
My lyricism is livid
My vivid image turns pictures
To realism from cynicism
To stigmatisms
My vision is ever vigilant
I got the shit straight from my pigments
I spit it 'cause I really fuckin' lived it
Bitch
(Hook)
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(Verse 1: TM)
Yo
I don't know if y'all can handle this
But there are planes
Looming over Los Angeles
I jump around, ecstatic
Call it a tantric fit
The boy did it
Fucked my crush, Angela
Bully must've skipped school
Didn't see him once
Kicked ass in gym class
Got the game winning punt
Came home from school
Dad didn't drink that much
'Cause my mama picked me up
Fuck takin' the bus
Had a good jerk when I thought of Angela
What could be better
Than snow in Los Angeles?
Then it got bright out
Bright as I saw all week
The wind treated me well
Swept Angie right off her feet
Electronics weren't workin'
Let's just talk instead
But it's so hot right now
I just wanna be dead
A couple hours ago
I was content this day
The whole shit was a game
And I was born to play
Couldn't kiss Angie goodbye
It was their way or the highway
We decided nuclear war
That day it snowed in L.A.
(Hook)
Collateral damage
Firebombin' Los Angeles
Missiles everywhere, missiles everywhere
Yeah
Big Brother is watching you cower
But you never cared
Y'all niggas never cared
Beverly Hills in flames
Hollywood's chaotic
While y'all were sippin' Hypnotic
They were stackin' profit
Keep calm, don't be alarmed
This is your penance
To them
All of society is just a menace
(Verse 2: LKD)
Yo
Listen
Got my Easy Bake Oven
Bakin' yellow cake for ya mistress
Spit like black leather whips
Mothafuckas lookin' submissive
Lil K chillin' in Richmond
I look suspicious
But anybody who know me
Know that I'm about that business
See I'm a anti-hero type
And you really just a villain
Difference is, I don't hire snitches
To fill up county prisons
I just kick it
Distribute these pills and some kush wit it
Hopin' drug money's enough
To buy my way outta perdition
I'm a missionary
For when your visions get scary
Them misdemeanors chasin' ya heels
Just look hilarious
We marry spraypaint to the concrete
With ya heartbeats in time
With ya mind's reasons and rhyme
Hacker workin' overtime
I code my tracks like malware
Everytime you loop it back
It sends a lyrical virus
Deep in corrupted files in ya brain pan
Me and my mans, MV$ERVTI
And we crazy
Go to church if you scared
Electric chairs where we lazy
Priests who would pick up your youth group
In their rape vans
Sellin' souls to God
He got the original pimp hand
Mothafuckas like me get strip searches
Like massages
Lyrics from Santa Rita
Where they keepin' me on felony charges
They say that justice is blind
So I snuck up on that piggy
And cold hot-wired his ride
I got a pipe and some crack vials
So pipe down and listen to Lil K
Spinnin' records with gyroscopic precision
I give you psychotropic visions
This ain't about religion
I wear a gimp mask for my goddess
Getting whipped in the kitchen
Everyday is a funeral
And it's beautiful in my vision
Like missile silos under wishing wells
Visited by children
These rappers use nukes
As metaphors in their lyrics
But I'm droppin' real ten ton warheads over L.A.
Don't get it twisted
Leave these fake motherfuckers
In bloodied up bandages
Now they really know what it's like
To blow up in Los Angeles
(Hook)
(Bridge)
We stay in Berkeley
Kickin' that Manhattan project
Oppenheimer from '63 Diner
Fuckin' up ya projects
Anarchist rejects yellin' "no more presidents"
Fuck ya precedence
I falcon punch my way into your residence
Trashin' ATMs
We pissed off at pay severance
Clockin' your false idols
Yeah we treat 'em with irreverence
Message in a bottle
Ten megaton Molotov
Got a balaclava on
Sayin' nada to the feds
(Hook)
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4. |
Janey
07:30
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Watch as she goes
From one guy to the next
Steady searching for love
But all she got was fake sex
She thinks she's not pretty
While she's lookin' in the mirror
Cryin' out for help
But nobody seems to hear her
So she pops a few pills
'Cause to her, no one cares
She's got a few friends
But they're never really there
We all know this girl
She's around me and you
Stepdad abuses
Moms doesn't have a clue
She shows up to school
Puts on a spare face
To show the whole world
She ain't in such a place
Yeah, we all know this girl
We pass by her everyday
But would you try and help
To take some of the pain away?
Nobody ever really knew Janey like I did
This was before all the painkillers
And the Vicodin
She was an artist in this Trailer Park of darkness
But what goes around
Comes back like a boomerang
Digger Harkness
She wanted a two bedroom apartment
For her and her sister
'Cause her parents' crib
Was gettin' ridiculous
They hasslin' her about her grades
Failure becomes a ritual
Then along comes mister dealer
Says he's got a little trick to it
He puts her on some Adderall
So she can keep her focus
But she wants a body high
He says coke'll do wonders
Hocus pocus
Fuckboy dealer
Drives his four-wheeler to the Trailer Park
With animalistic intentions
Like a minotaur
Janey's in the kitchen
Getting dinner started for her sister
Dealer pops up
And starts thinking he'll get frisky with her
They hit the bedroom and make the exchange
And while Janey's gettin' changed
Dealer heads to the living room
To spit game
Janey notices the dealer fuckin' with her sister
Gets pissed
Says "next time, I'm gettin' a fuckin' pistol"
Sissy knows her sister's addiction's taking its toll
As she watches Janey's withdrawals
While jugglin' honor roll
Maybe back in the day I coulda helped her
Been her savior
But when you live in the Trailer Park
The Devil's your next door neighbor
(Hook)
On rainy days, Janey pops a painkiller
Smokes a little rock
Then she fucks her coke dealer
Stay faded Jane, take another painkiller
Thought she found the cure
But it only made her sicker
So later Janey's in the kitchen
Poppin' pills
And brandishing a brand new pistol
Coke dealer fuckboy hits her up
Says he missed her
Even though hours ago
He slept with Janey's sister
He brought his whole stash
But first he wants some ass
And she ain't havin' it
Dealer gets mad, so he smacks her
Grabs her by the throat
Takes her to the floor and starts chokin'
Now she'd focused
On gettin' that six shooter from the holster
A small "please" escapes her lips
Before the shot rings out
Dealer falls to her side
Dead without a doubt
She eyes the coke stash
From the bastard that attacked her
Says "fuck it" and decides to get plastered
She cuts open the kilo with a key
Then gets a needle
Flicks the syringe
The amount at hand
Is looking pretty lethal
Janey takes a deep breath
Then jabs it in her forearm
Thinking this couldn't possibly do more harm
Now Janey's lettin' out a stutter
As her eyes begin to flutter
Like a butterfly, she's gone with the wind
Janey's played with oblivion
Faded out of her skin
Everything goes black
Like the ocean that she's swimmin' in
Driftin' off into the distance
Life on that dimmer switch
Prayin' to God
Maybe after all this she can be forgiven
Later, Janey...
(Hook)
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Sissy never went to Janey's funeral
No body to bury
But the reception was beautiful
She wasn't new to this kinda thing
Wasn't her first rodeo
Now she got the brick
From the dead coke dealer
What will she do with it?
God only knows
Sell it on the black market
To some loan sharks
Either way the path leads down a dark road
Straight into a shark pit
Now she sits by her lonesome
Inside the apartment
In the darkness
She got some homegirls
Who can help her sell it
They could just hit up Coachella
And hustle the product while Krewella or Yelawolf
Are doin' their set
Uh
So mission set
She breaks the rocks and makes a pyramid
She bouta get 'em higher than a minaret
Sissy lights a cigarette then counts her dough
Now she's in a warehouse full of naked women
And semiautomatics on the floor
(Hook: SIOUX)
Now Sissy's love for it all
Prevented her from the fall
Of what was known as a throne
To her majesty
And made assured from the coke
It sure wasn't a joke
That Janey thought was funny
Sissy's Jason X for the cake
Now she owns motels
That's Norman Bates
Uh, the bitch is Dexter for designer
Spends weekends up in Vegas
Then a private out to China
Full blown fashion serial killa
Got pearls on her neck
Gold on her mirror
Got a gold watch, bezel
And she all about embezzlin'
Platinum spoon in her mouth
No need for juggin' and finessin'
Never stressin', carefree livin'
Maids in the living room
Cocaine in the kitchen
Rich niggas call her mistress
And she want their money pronto
Mami needs Versace slippers
And a dress that's Ferragamo
Yeah
She all about commas
Pimpin' and drug money's her income
She got a new Porsche, no more rent
That lavish shit, son
It all started out with the coke dealer's brick
Sissy's trickin' her friends
Now her whole life is sick
In a villa or some crazy shit
They get her money quick
Soon the whole damn city's
Finna be Sissy's bitch
Janey's goody two shoes little sister
Fuck with her and hers
And ya ass'll end up missing
Sissy's Militia
(Hook)
(Bridge)
And when it's all said and done
Sissy's heart was undone
By the wounds she had chosen
A pain gone unnoticed
And if I mattered that much
I would be the only one in your life
That could make it all feel better
'Cause the love we shared
It was treasured
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6. |
Blvd. Nights
03:23
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With her army complete
She can take me apart
All through the Earth
Then back in the car
'Cause once you begin
You're not gonna stop
I know how you are
Gonna stop
I know how you are
Gonna stop
I know how you are
Oh please
Far beyond
A star
Then back in the car
You wait
Oh please stop
I know how you are
And you're not gonna stop
Hold it, stop
You're not gonna stop
I watched you begin
I know how you are
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(Verse 1: TM x ED)
Although I
Drive you crazy
You know I'm still your baby
Although you
Act so shady
You know you're still my lady
Her eyes shone
Like an Alaskan night
After drinking red wine
We soon had taken flight
To leave her from my mind
Would mean going it alone
While time was spent, waiting
And always near the phone
A queen to her throne
While a king waged war
Always looking for a way out
But could never find the door
The scent of our Earth after raining
The scent of our Earth
Made us feel like fading
(Verse 2: LKD)
Yo
We chillin' like a virus
Dormant, riots
Pop off every night
We just waitin' for the right time
It's a reaction to action
Packed with the change of the climates
Heimlichs
Choking out smokers
Maneuver with silence
Mid-life crisis
But left to our own devices
We would just smoke hash, and plant gardens
Pay no prices
Never pick up a flag and break a window
But I got this hatin' ass pig though
Tellin' me my friend died in the high rise
And the death was justified
Yeah
So we goin' hard in memory
And for the locked up in county entropy
When they sever me
I'mma tell 'em how you called me foul
I ain't see no referees
Yell accessories to hatred
I just break shit
You should be thankin' me
Frankly, I just wished more of y'all
Would end up in the cemetery
Yeah, but that's just me
How y'all high and mighty
When the crack so cheap?
Hasslin' my homies
We rackin' up APBs
Yeah
Wars with Remy Lootpack
Lil B, circa '08
Man, these blues wack
Knock knock
Who's that?
Police on the block
New straps
Speak and get shot, we shoot back
And this music is slaps
True that
(Verse 3: TM)
Uh
Ayo
And where the fuck were y'all
When me and Lil K
Were trappin' out the Acura
Blastin' off like plasma
Can you let a nigga breathe?
No asthma
'Fore I hit ya ass with rocksalt
Rock you harder than asphalt
Hands up, show me the cash vault
Two thousand and eighteen ways
To put you in a bodybag
While half these kids
Got magnums in they backpack
Smack you wit a snapback
Put that shit on Snapchat
Y'all muhfuckas be slaves to the hashtag
Shit is toxic like anthrax
These bitches think I'm stupid
Half of 'em think I'm cupid
Lil K, pass me the chute with the loot
And I'm D.B. Cooper
Lost without a paddle in today's society
It's either Black Lives Matter
Or I'm trippin' on acid
Takin' interstellar crafts to Saturn
Why all the Hatha-hate?
Take a chill pill, have a drink
Smoke, maybe masturbate
Catch me in the attic
Watchin' Star Wars jackin' off to Rey
Yeah, that's right
I like my girls BB-8
The type that wanna suck you dry
Then lick the fuckin' dinner plate
Castrate ya ass like the cartel
Ya little bastard
Put ya head on a silver platter
Call you John the Baptist
Yeah
You ain't ready for the rapture
I'mma drop the Hellfire
On Trump's whole cabinet
While settin' fire to Capital Hill
With one matchstick
You know the feds listenin'
Put me on the watchlist
You got my records, so I don't give a shit
It's called the First Amendment, mothafucka
(Hook)
Kestrel!
Comin' at ya wit infrared beams
Kestrel!
Rockin' nightvision, nothing's as it seems
ArcLight, dark night, Syndicate's holy terror
Books written in prayer
Suicide note, your era
Can't compare us, it ain't fair
But let's see how you fare against the
(Verse 4: JD)
I can say, fuck the government
What would that prove?
I gotta fuck the government
Until the insides ooze
Inside job
The laser beam, aimin' at cops
Cops lives matter?
Fuck that
My nigga I rob
And if any goody, tutti rudy, fresh or fruity
Corrupt badge wearer
Get in the way? I let it spray
This is instinct
My pen bleeds for those who toe slip cold
When pension increase
Fuck what the judge thinks
I'm backed in
Came back with about ten
Black Benz with black rims
Got white and black friends
Watch out
For the message, black sins
Fucked up life
Being born into the system with
Dark black sins
Go head
(Bridge: TM)
Rhymes causin' societal collapse
Subliminal fascists
Usin' they criminal tactics to raise taxes
I ain't a killa, I just don't give a fuck alot
You wanna throw them bones?
We can get it in the parking lot
Get ready for battle Coralians
We goin' in tonight
The boy stay flyer
Than orbital defense satellites
I keep the pistol tucked
For good luck in these streets, my nigga
And in my spare time, I hunt golddiggers
And irresponsible babysitters
Yeah you fuckin' wit a real one
Don't got a Maserati
But you bet ya ass I'll steal one
(Hook)
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8. |
(s)kin?
03:38
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