Free Lunch (Produced By The Gonz)

by Frank Knight

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1.	Intro 00:20	info	buy track
2.	Angels (Produced By The Gonz) 02:32	lyrics	buy track
(Verse I) Ghetto wisdom of kings who risen in them NYCHA p's And missing they dreams cause they seen trifer scenes Flow in me infinite like energy of Jah Allah The grind getting hard, still no hustlers R N R Bottle pain like elixir, only chase dreams Never chase henny, see I sip with straight ease I'm gracefully tipsy, love I stumble with poise I don't run with the boys, kids rumble with toys No action figures, packing niggers who gun you with coy Un humble with noise, gully slump you and ya boy Pack skullies and black toolies my niggers spaz cruelly Bugged like the bunny we been made to act looney Young god indeed off his deen he don’t act suni We grab rubies, smash groupies loose like bad doobies Been reminiscing way before my zen went missing Before sin begin winning and my kin hit prison (Hook) (Verse II) My weight was looking light, while my burdens was heavy This my community where pain pierce with no trace of Chevy I woke up waving the finger right next to the index I ain't flexing I'm reflexing at the world I been vex Itching to blow I'm the rash ridden Semtex My fam live in sickness like our haven been incest My back against the wall offended never defenseless I wonder how I'll sin next, after getting sent threats Sitting on the train, trying to maintain sanity Epiphany city, no longer asking how can it be Now accepting this life and the world for what is A sick bottomless pit, cunt piss, dumb abyss With a little hint of bliss, but still thun that ain't enough See this cunt abyss I'm stuck in is where I was raised up This terrible sick place slowed my progressions They robbed my exorcisms and stole my possessions This that broke ghetto system that grow in recessions Stressing constantly cause here they home my depressions It makes me want to go off and put a block to rest Y'all cursed when I spas like I got turrets (Hook)
3.	Frank Knight, Sitcomlife Brown - Knockin' (Featuring Sitcomlife Brown) (Produced By The Gonz) 02:47	lyrics	buy track
(Verse I) My life ain’t a sitcom, but I’m walking down Flatbush Headphones flaring while I’m staring dapping mad crooks Still getting mad looks, like Knizza what up? I nod my head like uh yo my nigger what up? I went to school with the goons the ones who break rules Disrupting mad classrooms some cats was lame dudes Who never made moves, some hit the streets and paid dues Seen a few locked and dead like damn they made news The streets a grave noose, on them routes to make paper You might lose later and make the newspaper The ghetto warrior the alpha king my true nature This for hooptie drivers trying to make they coup greater Hustle hard like you move hard, screw haters Before I two way ya, I’ll let the tool slay ya But in the mean time I don’t mind you player So be lost like the soul of a street youth banger (Hook) Knock knockin’ on your dome keep watching If you haters think you flexing with me Breaker breaker the system on smash And my patience running on E (2x) (Verse II) I'm made to remain distant that's how I ride see Wouldn't be close if I had a twin who was siamese I know it's unhealthy but this way of living help me For the world I shelved me, the way I survive stealthily I won't die out loud my coffin ain’t no damn belfry Popping with these well freaks, Miguel copped the telly Feeling on shorty, when she never really felt me Cursed, coded like Dexter my tricks well sleeved I seek a different green, I don't care who sell weed I got that thot greed, gully till hell freeze Slaws get palmed backwards, arms got arm access, For cheese I’m on crackers, you gluteus all Maximus I’m flossing, don’t you come up short and take the Gary route I’m bossing, turn to you a order get you carried out Basked in cream, I’m masked in green, I’m Carry’d out Go ask the team, I mastered mean, Pacquiáo (Hook)
4.	Brooklyn Nostalgia (Produced By The Gonz) 03:14	lyrics	buy track
(Verse I) I'm from the crack rock back blocks where they sold mad rock Where they been hustling since the days of young Matlock Nations of the God’s in the earth say what’s the math ak Sling supreme like supreme, when he had the ave’s hot Just a young shorty learning how that path rot Rep my block like a mascot, oldies in the crack spot With rainbow collections in capsules… that’s mad tops Blue tops tan tops D's in the black drop Big homie said that few know fed fear though It’s like being suffocated and watching your air go It’s a necrophilia-future fetish for coming death Where paroled uncles, asking young’n is you gunning yet Prison ain’t teach me a thing, but don’t get caught again Just a ghetto viking nigger, I enjoy to slaughter to men Whether low time petty hustlers or Alderman Time to carry on tradition little homie guard your kin Brother’s only worship each other’s heart your God your men You go’n to ride or die, cause I ain’t goin question heart again When faced with a question like that from your own blood You question your destiny are you meant to be a thug? With black mask and black gloves or are you mama’s angel Maybe it’s a reason you see life from a different angle Feel twisted like the wrist in the ghetto way we aim tools Yeshua became a man at 12, so make moves (Hook) (Verse II) This for the misses back in the days who was kissing us And this is for niggers back in the days who was dissing us It’s a lot of names and not enough bars to pull the lists up Way before the clips would bust, back when it was fist to cuffs Nigger it was six of us I wonder what the group would be If shit ain’t change like puberty, fuck all the scrutiny How thinking back is stupidly, cause shit nigger if you was me Cutting ducking truancy, and chilling with who used to be Alive, then dammit nigger your eyes might cry Water up enough to reenact Noah’s tides Back before Shia was Louis on “Even Stevens” We was horny trying to find the loosest hoe drinking semen Cause when young watching porn seeing bitches freaking Your imagination fantasy alters your wishes dreaming Corrupted and disrupted at the hormones that erupted Our innocence interrupted, so nigger fuck the fuck shit This ain’t back in the days nigger’s is quick to buck shit Bust wigs, touch kids, fingerprints ain’t dusted Now little niggers kill I’m rhyming the ills Steal ain’t concealed it’s fronted like consignment and grills Too many getting knocked it’s not they can’t out race the d’s Too many getting knocked cause they can’t out race they deeds Guard your female siblings, that block a take your sister Here hands cut crack for green, rock paper scissor (Hook)
5.	Hustle Hard Baby (Produced By The Gonz) 02:54	lyrics	buy track
(Verse I) Now what do you ride for, wait oh hi hoe I got two O’s Ohio I got the weed man, I’m the weed man Stepping in the spots like yo what you need man Right after this flow don’t leave I’m selling trees man With a couple shirts from the frat the dream clan I don’t see how they think it’s people to compare to me Psycho Pac, after shot, no nut you can pair to me I’m the naked truth so shorty you got to bare with me Still repping in a time where loyalty a rarity My crew valiant stallions peep Smoove in medallions I’m bagging fly Italians, eying, loving that I’m gallant I’m still wilding prolly violent thinking millions piling Feeling now the time for shining and to style on every island I’m just from the heavy robbing, where we ain’t got every option Yeah that boy dead and rotten cause lead went to popping The people of the ghetto all lived my battered story It’s born alone, die alone, no one battled for me I rep the soul of the hood the spirited tatted on me I made my own future I designed my tarot for me (Hook) Tell me what your hustle like baby Do you really hustle hard baby Tell me what your hustle like baby Hustle hard baby, hustle hard baby (2x) (Hook) (Verse II) We young brothers coming up, with the world at our feet Just dealing in the game while trying to hear Yahweh speak, Sitting stressed, exhaling sins out a dour leaf You in a world where the UN empower grief And where practice hoes only made wifey by default You skeeted accidentally, now she keeping that seed dog Still you providing for that child that’s G dog Sadly that’s not something that we always see dog It’s pure Jordan wizardry on my block you won’t survive On Franklin Ave, while I’m 23 with the four five You got to keep it on you, outside is war times Still the sickness hit inside like a disease whore got I’m asking one more time, do you know where I came from, Where they bank off other people pain to make funds Then run angry in churches to take sums and rape nuns, Don’t lie about your fart, you should never fake funk If your hustle hesitant it’s cinderblock shoes for cold feet Just to be so flee, some dogs got they soul lease I walked them cold streets where it’s no God, it’s no peace Mama taught the lord, cause when you know God, you know peace
6.	Kortah Watuh (Produced By The Gonz) 03:56	lyrics	buy track
(Hook) Damn shorty, damn shorty you goin get me caught up Let me grab your whole frame, like a quarter water My hands all over it, I know your ex ain’t over it You got the kind of wave that could make a solar rift (2x) (Verse I) My team got it going on, you ain’t iller uh We never tattled so we silent on the telephone I'm riding through Brooklyn, slowly plotting on the throne Aids wallets grind I need the pockets full blown I saw pass the past, and studied all history I lust stacks of cash, my only epiphany Hide your jealous face cause ya jealousy don't phase Like lil biffs in dames while my style hold grace To graves they been sent they became irrelevant I'm a brain in heaven high thinker far from heller bent My couture is so dope, I been killing the game Since I came and became a mirror image of caine I'm talking 'bout Terror's caine, me don't mean no rapper I'm talking 'bout them joints peddled by a blow tapper From dim light glimmers trying see some hope flicker So hell it's only right Knizza shine in every picture (Hook) (Verse II) For the life that we want this life that we live In the back to the front ya dig baby we jig Where the hell the fine wine at shorty you bad You Christ sent, with nice skin you caught me you rad Damn you got me so high I now forget my name Line sprinkles remain from last nights novacane Your lipstick I still taste, your touch was insane And every lick on my lips a rush to the brain Seen you playing with your kitty kat and purring while you cum I'm so drawn to the call you the siren not the one We know it ain't love still no question if I'm in yours Got the rich dreams of marciolago fly doors Raising like hands questioning a poor lifestyle That bed stuy project sumner wildlife style Rolling with executive thugs the ones who like style Who still might black in the night and put lights out (Hook) (Verse III) Shorty come on rumble now, Knizza 'bout to bubble now Wait I don't bubble now, on so I run it now Built to be a champion, I could go hundred rounds Sleep you like ambient, but I put you underground Welcome to my terror dome, here where my terror homed Haters got they head on wrong, I just make them dead and gone I don't go Rambo though, I don't need the hammer yo But I got the ammo woah, I just thought I let 'em know I use to have a sinner soul I could get your center fold Leave your body winter cold get you left in the road Noose you chrome down, but I'm more grown now I just want the throne now, look at me I'm soul bound Now after being broke like mistake baby rubbers We expect the drama like court for baby mothers Look at where we came from it just made us that raw I ain't ever been it ma why would I act soft
7.	Rain (Featuring Jus Ra) (Produced By The Gonz) 05:03	lyrics	buy track
(Verse I) I heard they putting steroids in the food we grubbing Kids be bugging every little young dude be humping That freak fucking in the function be they discussion So disgusting at that age man I ain't know this lusting New produced child's and these new nig’s foul In child support trials, looking at they kids vile Young girls growing butts big as they mouth They ass go as fast as a cup of water in a drought Attracting older fellers from the true thug era Who been around since the very first groove of Stella Game older than the mayans, bullshit she buying When even the blind could see this nigger be lying Soul's already in hell our brain been frying Fire in my eyes like I’m looking through an iron Slaw’s lie say they Tah freaky on the hood side They’ll turn to you a real lost boy nigger goodbye Out here it's hard to get by, so nigger’s get high This the land of young goons who never let shit fly You know how many dumb niggers came to hood And found no good cause myspace came to the hood Even Sconex, caught a couple young known vets They gave ‘em broke necks, lames beat for slow checks It’s goon comedy, yo these jokes the rest miss Cause goons find humor at another’s expense (Hook) Do you know the lies my teacher told me Do you know the lies my preacher told me Do you know the lies my president told me Do you know the lies my daddy told me Daddy ain't say nothin, daddy wasn't there The world is a ghetto baby ah yeah Daddy ain't say nothin, daddy wasn't there The world is a ghetto baby ah yeah (Verse II) Ain’t it real sick how our nations barter and trade lives Young nigger’s future’s looking shorter than Trayvon’s Baby bumps in young bitches early they made moms Bastards fathered by gangs so shorties is raised cons It's a ghetto everywhere, it get sicker every year I got my own problems, I swear it’s never peers No apples in the same bunch, our kids got raped butts Our girls loss they innocence they became great sluts And grandma still praying in chapels like lord take us While we moving in the streets like the devil claimed us Some niggers at forty never learned as a shorty Till this day they looking like a repeat at Maury It’s facts word to Osei, no allegory My pain and laughter, living in the same category Why’s every precent creaming just to kill the black semen Boys overtime scheming even working through the weekend Trying to find the next king pin, to treat him like a diamond Put hot coal pressure on him, probably get his mom hit To make his mind trip, crying like it’s 96 When Pac got hit, and faced his 2Pacalypse (Hook) (Verse III) (Bridge) The world is a ghetto, the world is a ghetto From my strip to Gaza strip, niggers unsettled From my strip to Gaza strip, niggers grip the metal This is what it’s like when you living with the devil War is big business, war is big business Got money for war, you got money for women Got money for war, you got money for women Cause our land is the land where traffickers live in
8.	Vain (Produced By The Gonz) 04:19	lyrics	buy track
(Verse I) I got the mind of real killers, the killers and drug dealers You want to kill us, then kill us, you better be blood spillers No half weight crooks, can take what we took Shout out to the Zilla Brookz, and Sniper Core the team cook It's 'bout time that y'all got something that y'all waiting for The Paid In Full product, King Knight was made in raw In this violent environment my soul is surviving The firing and sirens the reason that I'm grinding Riding till we dying like we driving gainst Brandy Haters tried to scam me but the game that they ran me Never jammed me like the swammy in the jammy understand me In the toe tagging family chill with Grim like Bill & Mandy A product of the poison that corrupt the boys and Turn 'em in the monsters you run you can't avoid them We sick with the sickness lusting the gold wrists Nothing make you vicious, it give your soul syphilis This that ghetto hunger, riding with the metal on ya Push it to the metal on ya, dammit I will settle on ya Like I'm on a pilgrimage doing what the pilgrims did This is Hip-Hop so you know that I will offend (Hook) Vain These bitches be rolling with me without the gold chain My niggas be riding with me the flow is all flames These bitches be saying Knizza you raw as cocaine (2x) (Verse II) It's hatred in the game so kill that, it's still whack Trying to pile clinton on gates, and make bills stack Like radio stations who on that play payola If you hate me for my color then you cray Cray-Ola They wonder where I come from? the spirits of them men hung Cause them racist men was mad they wasn't like them hung See where I took that now back to where the crooks at I'm talking where they cook at, I'm talking where they jux at I'm talking sloppy invasions you could see where they snook at I'm talking fake cases the innocent they throw the book at The ghetto where you could find corpses under Plymouth rock Foul use of taser's don't be shocked brothers getting shocked I look and see a crew of tools y'all belong in wood shop And since I drop jewels do you think I would cop? A loyal broke brother I don't think I could cop Quiet as a mouse I wouldn't rat to a good cop Dad where you fail and fell, just know that I stood pop Forever fam grind, I don't that think I should stop To some I helped on the ground I can't stand for you Got my own issues I can't be a man for you (Hook) (Verse III) I got the mind of real killers, the killers and drug dealers You want to kill us, then kill us, you better be blood spillers You haters never concerning me, you lie you won't murder me Cook you pass the third degree, repping that Fraternity Imagery of homicide lys inside of my mind Pain's graphic design is what I ride by Let the bass get to pumping the place get to jumping Faces get to thumping you caught in the craze of something A phenomenal force that got your mind in new thoughts Let the rhymer take course not showing island resorts Maybe Rikers lifers, and the guards who are trifer Drama exciters, fighters, and converted new enlighter's My word is real in fact, I'm the where the third rail is at Here ain't no coming back when you burnt you feeling that Once it got you, it got you, your spirit get hostile This that only way you fight that evil apostle Now shorty learn your Gospel, here this is God food To heaven where it guide you let you define you Shanti said we true living this the new religion But before you seek faith let me give you vision
9.	Only Sixteen (Featuring Smoove x Shenna) (Produced By The Gonz) 04:26	lyrics	buy track
(Verse I) By lawless young brawlers who now flawless young ballers Who came from nickel-and-diming to moving quarters on corners Still some cats here stressing tryna whip they self a blessing While other cats fascinated repping with a weapon You know them they the grown premature crack babies In the special ed classes cause they actions seen as crazy But the system dismissed them no counseling was giving Even though they loco they thorough they never give in They quick to give the business cause they roll they is with the team But weak sneaking sniffs of things from the triple beam See it’s hell they stuck in and they prone for self destruction Cause back in they own home they ain't treated well for nothing They faced all abuses and got written off as stupid So they hit the block got raised outside like the stoop-kid Sadly imitating their parents they turning fiends Like Dukie turning Pookie fiend on that wire scene (Hook) A real thug nigga I breathe through the streets Feel like a young nigga in the middle east I’m only sixteen, with a M-16 I’m only sixteen, with a M-16 (2x) (Verse II) (Hook) (Verse III) Still throwing up Tookie, spitting loogies in the street Moving with the goonies using toolies when they speak They rowdy young dudes riding in they mama whips On the strip tryna find a lick to buy the flyer kicks Some kids in the clique packed a clip to fill the fridge Taking care they sibs cause some parents ain't fit for kids How you expect to raise a seed and teach them good from evil When you drugged out spending all they child support on needles You Christ-Less, ain’t what Christ is your life a crisis Story wicked as Isis, and you cold as the ice is, Seeking false virtues inside of these social vices We living in this underworld and our role is lycans Screaming fuck the cops, cause they shoot like they don’t like kids We dash on the block like we squares with hyphens The elders lack of knowledge tend to state we move with hate When sadly the fact is they don’t communicate (Bridge) I feel like a nigga can’t make it I feel like a nigga can’t take it Uh I feel like it Uh I feel like it Uh I feel like it Uh I feel like it (2x)
10.	Wife Ya (Produced By The Gonz) 04:24	lyrics	buy track
(Verse I) I been living my life my like a youngin on the run Steady focused and scheming on me becoming the one Keeping ladies so sick I’m only loving for fun I might feel you for real, but then I’m back to the front Love I know what it’s like living out a livid life Gaming out these shorties fronting like I’m Mr. Right You feel I left, I was never there I ain’t miss the right I’m on the path directed to me giving you the pipe I talked that talk, sealed the deal my cock the caulk Dancing I got that waltz, Sampson I knocked that wall Man I popped that cork, I wanted to rock that raw I was going in, even when my cock got soft From my shot left off, then I got right back up To tear that back up, and let off mad nuts She be like oo baby I love you I be like oo I love me too (Hook) I can’t wife ya and slow my life up I’m on the grind love not trying to find love I’m a real nigga but I’m fake to these bitches … uh I’m so fake to these bitches (2x) (Verse II) You got to back up shorty, come on get up off me I played you with the game, and I gave you a floor seat Pimping on the regular, slick with vernacular I take that tech for playing you foul I was macking ya I’m true to my dreams, love I screw through schemes, I’m the reason, I’m the reason, you on them world star screens Why you Solanging in the elevator kicking with screams Like a newborn baby born in the world is how it seems I’m from the county of kings, drop down to your knees It’s a lot of ladies baby who around me with g’s You ain’t the only bitch, you could stay or be a lonely bitch You found out the truth, now you feel homie switched Nah I ain’t goin be faithful, till I’m O.D. rich Man prolly not even then on some O.G. shit Ayo now she like oo baby don’t hurt me While I’m like oo you too thirsty (Hook) (Verse III) I been feeling type toxic spewing all of my toxins Mixing concoctions, numbing the guns cocking Feeling so nauseous heads in the ground like ostrich By animals zoologist view like a gynecologist You know what my peepers is peeping and what I'm seeing, A bunch leachers and bleeders who now soon to be bleeding Don't see them as my peer, they ain't even got a pair As I sit and I stare, painting the picture clear I’m dreaded like Jamaican it’s been hard these years Empty bottles of liquor and beer over ran with tears Love I swallowed the pain till it hollowed my brain Too cool for a key chain but wore a key as a chain To symbolize everyday that freedoms my slave Facing at that dame face tearing holding on her waist Doubting the heavens above, questioning her love The love I was jealous of I never got but always want Peep the hypocrite in me, I'm telling her don't leave But I'm helping her cheat, then she argue with me Why you doing this to me? take advantage when I'm weak As she weep I be like I ain't making you creep Now you the one mami being loose with your body I know I’m real grimy shit I’m gutter embodied I do what the pimps do it's embedded in my mental Game is so critical get to them before they get to you
11.	Cold As Snow (Produced By The Gonz) 03:15	lyrics	buy track
(Verse I) Now if you love me baby why you never show me that? Why I feel you evil like you only meant to hold me back Can you show me you my perfect match without a zodiac Like my spirit in a cage is how you make my soul react You suppose to hold me down and not make me feel down But now I hold a lonely frown no heartbeat you kill sound It was pound-full round you, you ain't even have to speak To make the beat increase I could watch your eyes blink And feel so special just knowing you alive And knowing that I'm next to you filled me with pride But now we disconnected we don't chat well Like our cell phone service only at hell What use to be worth it now seem so worthless I loved what we had but now it's light out curtains So much turmoil, pain surfing to the surface It's time to say goodbye this my best way to word this (Hook) Uh Damn baby cold as snow Broke my damn heart and had me like oh! You ain’t have to do Tyrone that hard You ain’t have to do Tyrone that hard (2x) (Verse II) It's so sinful in my mental this pain you let my heart into I'm feeling so cripple and vengeful showing ugly like pimple Essential since sent through simple be together we meant to Got a heart sick it I mend to, you the one tend to, tend to Alright fine, cut me out your life here's the ginsu You cold boo, I'm weak like Goku where the sense soon/sensu You washed your hands of me when I never even rinsed you Wrote me out your life I feel the poison of your pencil Your carried acts got me imprisoned, like Parlo from Marlo Life been feeling real hard yo, yo my love fade like cigar smoke I'm tight I fell my guard broke, is my pain what God wrote Sad as third world chills in a police state where they starve folk So what Ms., I'll never be adjusted to injustice Could of worked out everything but nah you ain't want this I appear in my mirror with the vision that I'm stupid Ripped apart my heart, but that beat pain you looped it (Hook) (Bridge) Wait, wait, who the hell is Tyrone? Wait, wait, who the hell is Tyrone? Jezebel he better not be in my home Jezebel he better not be in my home (2X) (Hook)
12.	Mind Sax (Produced By The Gonz) 02:46	lyrics	buy track
(Verse I) This for shorty in the magazine racking mad cream Girl it's you I seen you the passion of my dream I rose for the queen to bring a rose for the queen My goal is on the green be as rich as O. Queen But at the same time let me satisfy your needs Blushes in your cheeks trembles in your knees The greatest song composed you a great symphony If ever you bleed or feel empty shorty send for me The stitches to heal you up the juices to fill your cup I rather feel your touch than to just feel you up Come bathe in my love, love and feel more flier With him you was hot but with me you more fire My cherry wine who very fine I see you very kind I’m drunk off your sweetness I guess you berry wine When I'm blessed to see your damn face my heart races every time You the pretty picture to imagine in a scary time (Break) (Verse II) Miss diva who a keeper with the body of a fever I won't mislead ya I just want to see ya The truth in my eyes like I'm staring at Jesus Them boys wasn't men they was mythical creatures Lames who insecure that's why they try to beat-cha Ugly to they self so they tarnished your feature Put hands on you like tryna masturbate ya I get so pissed off at a tripping massive hater Saw the leak in ya vault, I came to enrich it Put my heart with your heart, that's my main mission Tonight be the night you my wife, and main mistress Clearly you a keeper keep me close, I hate distance Mi amor feed more your all I need your core Love me raw, be me law queen fort deem ye lore Yeah you got the cake that's a nice lil feature But your mind ma that's what make you a diva
13.	So High (Produced By The Gonz) 04:24	lyrics	buy track
(Verse 1) Exclusive rulers, before the chunking of deuces It was quarter water movements, fly phat bubble gooses I rock the naked truth see I bare it like a nudist The talk of black God's who seen the pain of Anubis Is the era I grew up in the same one I'm stuck in The one with dead cousins who wasn't quick with they ducking Damn near recall all, crates were on the wall No scoreboard pure raw form of ghetto ball Rocked lumberjacks like we ain't royal and regal Yo lady in the see through, come stunt like Knieval Vehicles with free willies, streets sharks who eat you They evil if they see you leave you blue like bob in reboot It was easy back then when today was tomorrow When sun had heat, he would hit the Apollo No internet beef just get in that street And fight till it's no feeling left in ya feet (Chorus) So high, so high that the pain fade So high, so high that the shame fade So high, so high that my soul fly Take me to another high, high (2x) (Verse 2) Ya see I wake up in the morning giving praises to Allah Still screaming out F the world it keep me so appalled The plight of our life is a fight where none of us right lord Pen dope ghetto battle tales, my writing type Shaw My hood tend to violate, the misses get busy On the grizzy catching wreck with a ratchet so Rizzy Now peep the lies smooth talking cursed no gypsy They gritty bare arms for raw fist full of grizzly Jefe essay's moving lines as they site raw They kill your kids, so they kids could live to fight more Crabs in the buckets bucking seek a piece of something I'm from a real world a world where they bleed for nothing Dancing with the devil on a hellish dance floor Lose your mind when you fail and your best plans fall Been burnt to the point you feel your shoes melted With sweat on your white meat like your skin pelted (Chorus) (Verse 3) We came from the side where brothers is real dirty Living seven thirty cause our blocks hold turf beef And this go way back before it was gray in wave cap Of the O.G. in the Maybach who was molded stay strap Who was schooling us, don't let the lies of the school in us Just learn and take they knowledge but don't let it ruin us Use it to our advantage, leave the ghetto, be they neighbor Give 'em discomfort every morning when we take the paper They hold they daughters tighter with fears we might rape her They dread the day she run to us and treat us as a savior They kids jacking the slang, and think they niggers now So what if they grew up hard, they never felt a niggers down It's funny for the first time when these chicks clutch they purses But after a while it get on your nerves, like how I make you nervous The world still racist some submit to they rapist They mouth where they place piss smiling while they take fist
14.	Winter Break (Featuring Scott Morris x Isha'Rae) (Produced By The Gonz) 04:34	lyrics	buy track
(Verse I) What you know about them youngin's from the projects rising from the bottom Where they robbing climbing from they grinding living and surviving All this young flesh dying gaining zion from they trying Triumph over mama crying, down they ain’t lying Now they a lion, with the stars they aligning The gun volume in ghetto areas shaped my rhyming I’m connected with these street souls, I remain a Shaman We was made for shining shorty, streets ain’t got no shy men My block too made a man of me, take the obstacles and the beat Stop sipping things that kill the seeds, no more Tropical Fantasies Now it’s tropical fantasies and all dreams I planned to reach And I guarantee, I rather you be a man to lead than fan of me Cause crawling from those destined to fly I can’t stand to see It’s time to move hand gram the keys make a grand a week move gram to kis I was granted king cause I handled things a young OG they branded me This for the real who fam to me, who helped me eat and never famined me (Hook) I just need to find myself Sometimes I get so lost in my thoughts It’s cold in the winter If I take a break this moment might pass me by I’m crying cause I want this forever I’m yelling cause I want this forever It’s so much pain cause I want this forever If I take a break this moment might pass me by (Verse II) Latina ladies all in awe they see me in the store They tell me that I'm raw so they say mi amor But I say I love you more I mean it from my core Up to my vocal chords that cause uproars Up floors of course no flaws in ya floss Your soul is so pure I give it all applauds I’m screaming oh lord, I’m caught your allures Your Caesar Jesus eyes got me lost in your azures Feel what I felt that hit my sanctum fake friends faking with inner hatred Cut 'em all off my was time wasted I ain't got time for changing faces Trying to take this music places only seen in pages Of friends of different languages who relate to what I say in this Who been broke broke and through phases, my genesis is so ancient Not a legend with the white no Aryan civilizations But I'm getting blown and be goin' in without 64’s and Sega’s Cause sun shine like sunshine when God first made it (Hook) (Verse III) Time to take the game by storm no light or label but I'm on When I write my songs I write 'em true I write 'em raw I write I'm strong I invite you all to something dawg, so heartfelt what's hard melt Ever felt like you are hell with sins like you roll with a cartel Scared being judged only God I tell, ironically bars freed myself From my own mental cell that was dark as well I was deep in it and my heart wasn’t well If you knew where the hell my mind dwells, you wouldn't believe it like Roswell Feeling like a broken motel robbed of my peace I fell Now not like a piece with diamond things and shiny things that nicely gleam That thieves see and thief with a piece that mind peace that robbed peace That main reason that I’m beast, I’m young and pissed no R. Kell’s Where homo-thugs who was out jail was never sweet as carvel As a youth in the hood our start feel, we was headed down like a cartwheel With a 52 deck of Parkinson’s, a bad hand when cards dealed Many lost they God feel, they really feeling that God failed, Cause vagina cuts on they broads real, her cat look striped as Garfield (Hook)
15.	Sav Killz Outro 01:07	info	buy track

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This is a project by Frank Knight and The Gonz, which is dedicated to the golden era of Hip-Hop. It pertains to the classic boom bap and soulful samples of that time, with a unique modernize rhythmic rhyme style.

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released February 13, 2015

Recorded At: UGA Studios/All Elements Studios/Ma$ter Mine Studios | Mixed By: Alex Quintana of Agruv Studios/Emmanuel Quinones of Ma$ter Mine Studios | Mastered By: Alex Quintana of Agruv Studios | Produced By: The Gonz | Follow Frank Knight @FrankKnizza