Steal

Written by RA Scion on . Posted in Songs

...Back when them forefathers rapped about “four score,” they

Forewarned ya; aint no fortress, aint no rest

For them foreigners, them four corners form borders

Board a plan and complain and they put them .44’s on ya

We in reverse, pushin four doors on ‘em

Got the V8 Northstar floored; we goin’ for it

We done tried goin’ forward cryin’ “ride or die” for it

Now it’s nine-to-five’s at Ford that you can’t apply for

Life’s a bitch with a bench warrant

It’s four in the clip; four barrels in the carb, gave the slip

To the law’s long forearm – forced upon conflict

‘fore I even drew out, caught one in my armpit

‘fore I even fell out, felt another four blasts

Northwest; rain dance – y’all know the forecast

And for my folks, at long-last – we formulate the math

‘Bout to average out the “have’s” with the poor bastards

So pour faster – four shots deep

Fruit of the tree and the bean to keep from fallin’ asleep

Fortitudinal; troopin’ on some 40-below

Before it was shows, it was what it is right now

And for that very reason I’m workin’ in Four Seasons

When them furrows is froze – get the furnace to heatin’

Fast thaw, floodin’ out the floor – water murky

Fall full of fog; sun falls at 4:30, so I…

I fall into a fog of my own

Piss and I moan ‘bout how this here the politics of Rome

Foreclosure this home, yo this is torture on the dome

Forkin’ over what little fortune we own, conclusion foregone…

 

In the words of a Soulja, my Sista told ya

And we still at war

The majority will be unsure of what we’re killin’ for

Lead ‘em towards either/or, and I’ll be back in a

Minute with more indignant endorsements from the Senate Floor

Divided we fall, and I decided we brawl

Better with these bare hands; tell me where we stand

If fundamentally we are at odds

I have a hard time believin’ that freedom’s abhorrent to foreign gods

Of your theodicy I want no part

Departure from the party sparked the moderate to call for the apostasy

Solemnize sodomy, leavin’ the property of the

Body demolished and robbed, then hide behind autonomy?

And then immodestly categorize Islam as idolatry

That hypocrisy is drawin’ reaction

Strappin’ fanaticism to the abdomen

In a flash, the fire of baptism – yeah I rap with ‘em…

Borrow

Written by RA Scion on . Posted in Songs

…We’re all under the gun

How you ‘bout to respond; you trynna get one?

Cause anybody can get one…

Hundred dollars, come up on this hot piece

 

Half a liter full of somethin’ in him

Trunk bumpin’ with nothin’ but cussin’ out the system

Aiyo if you aint been a victim

You just aint been one yet…

Half a bottle full of pills, pop the

Trunk; pump somethin’ for dumpin’ on the system

Aiyo if you aint been a victim

You just aint been one yet…

 

Them frat boys whippin’ Dodges

Pull up on the corner, be askin’ if it’s a problem?!?

Cause if it’s a problem

They’ll be sure and let you know

Flashin’ lights on them starships

Equip ‘em with lasers, hey is this a problem?!?

Cause if it’s a problem

Y’all be sure and let me know

Tryin’ times, we’re workin’ for pennies and dimes

Empty nine’s and ammunition’s gettin’ harder to find

It’s shorter lines at Border’s, I’m bored of books and with bullets at

Fifty bones-a-box, that’s a – a buck-a-shot

Watch your hardcover slip off, money – give me my paper back

My city stay caffeinated; insomniacs

Act ‘sleep and keep on swearin’ y’all aint heard of us

Town holdin’ Monfort down tough, it’s murderous…

Of course I – displayed poor taste

Ordered my quad-shots at Forza, pour it over the chocolate

Now you’re makin’ a mocha, I’m makin’ a toast to the

Daughters of fallen officers, sorry that’s all a cop get

Drop, bobble it – the topic of discussion greasy

Got the Gats from Judas, so be easy

Simple, stupid – who this prince among infidels

I’m signalin’ the sign, sendin’ in the sentinels

I’m invincible by design; invisible by happenstance

Came upon this cloak before the snow began an avalanche

Never sold coke that wasn’t packaged in patented cold cans

Holder of the remote; I program

Slow and steady, ready on the right; type the message out

Win, lose or draw – whip them weapons out

If ever there was a doubt, bury that with flags on the casket

Procession stretchin’ long, we on some Seatac shit…

 

Them frat boys whippin’ Dodges

Pull up on the corner, be askin’ if it’s a problem?!?

Cause if it’s a problem

They’ll be sure and let you know

Flashin’ lights on them starships

Equip ‘em with lasers, hey is this a problem?!?

Cause if it’s a problem

We should probably let ‘em know…

Beg

Written by RA Scion on . Posted in Songs

Verse One:

 

…It starts with the tummy growlin…

Criminal minded and becoming violent

We went from “peace, god” to these guys?

Congratulations on your peace prize

My pops dropped a nine in the mail

What kind of fool say “a cooler head prevails”

Hammer cock; struck the head on the nail – take a second to pray

Now which of us is puttin’ bread on the table

Salt shaker lost flavor; boss player lost touch

We been chasin’ the same dollar that Zhigge tossed up

Cut the monster, confident she gon’ bleed out quick

With the flood of blood in the street it’s hard to feed our kids

Really how brilly CPR is, when every dog in the pit’s without a heart

Make the music with your mouth; make the money out in Bismarck

Uh, one-two – three .45’s at your back, what you wanna do?

 

Chorus:

 

I toss and turn like kneadin’ this dough

Broken oven got me hungrier than ever, trynna piece it together

We not eatin…

That’s why… I stay trippin’ (Lord, this all we’ve ever known)

We are really bad at resolvin’ conflict

Brothers in arms with these Bronsons, bruh

We not eatin…

That’s why… I stay trippin.

 

Verse Two:

 

…Given the state of affairs here,

I would suggest you exercise preparedness

My people are fearful of terrorists

But terraces is where they is

Assassinatin’ King’s – god, it’s getting serious

Superiors will swear it’s just an error; there is

Room for all who choose to crawl along the longest line at the mall

And they aint never seen a shine so full

Howlin’ wolf, moon dogs tipped me off to the law…

Checkin’ in with these inmates

Demonstrates the lack of level development “edumacation” plays

Please, I aint pokin’ no fun – been on some Hari raps

Lame fuckers, game-huntin ducks with Atari gats

Target practice, accuracy off the charts

Master marksman with a shot to polish off a taller bottle of this (sheeit)

…Off the charts

Master marksman take a shot to polish off the bottle.

 

Chorus:

 

I toss and turn like kneadin’ this dough

Broken oven got me hungrier than ever, trynna piece it together

We not eatin…

That’s why… I stay trippin’ (Lord, this all we’ve ever known)

We are really bad at resolvin’ conflict

Brothers in arms with these Bronsons, bruh

We not eatin…

That’s why… I stay trippin.

 

Verse Three:

 

They sayin’ “make money money, make money,” what money?

Blood money on the Red Cross, all that flood money

Earthquake money money, quake money comin’ late money

Maybe Drake could front the money, unless he fake… money

G4 plane money;

G8 Federal Reserve – absurd money

20 billion the clean-up of the spill, money

What that say about the waste? Obvious. Lobbyists. Hill money.

Skilled money builds money

Viaduct City money; fuck Dirty Diddy Money

Jay money, Kanye and Cudi money – call that G.O.O.D. money

Tax money funneled through The D, not a dollar reached the hood, money

Maybe Shady [will] share Recovery money

And rehabilitate the love-sick – drug money

Pull the plug and let the trickle-down drown us, money

We hungry, this shit is getting ugly (uggh)

 

Chorus:

 

I toss and turn like kneadin’ this dough

Broken oven got me hungrier than ever, trynna piece it together

We not eatin…

That’s why… I stay trippin’ (Lord, this all we’ve ever known)

We are really bad at resolvin’ conflict

Brothers in arms with these Bronsons, bruh

We not eatin…

That’s why… I stay trippin.