Racka Chachi - San Pelli (feat. DJ Ramoe)
An ode to the dons, toast up to the most highMalcom Miller smoking them swishers, nigga we not fried
But it's the ties, that be keeping us in the same circle
Boom bap forever spit colour, we turning hills purple
Ignite the fire in the brains of the youth who able
Bringing back the sound of disk scratches mixed with turntables
The tables turning on niggas that tried to burned me
Stay concerned, you dodging holes like you racing, but really chasing steeples
Yo well I'm back, throwing flack out the Pontiac
I got a bone to pick with white picket cul de sacs
It's definition: wack, the no through, rode
Another life home, to listen to my psych, I got a bit to unpack
My name is L E V I, I'm here to live or to die
Every second fucks my mind, so I severed the ties
From dead weight, left dead, wait
Tried just to leader the path
Now I laugh at other futures where I shouldered the mast
They got you all in order one by one
You already know before it's begun
So before it's all said and done
You either fight or be living your life on the run
This vocal violence, out from my oesophagus
Bad backs, Cairo, rotting in the sarcophagus
This shit cooking, boyz in the hood, Cuba Gooding
Turn the heat up, game 6, tryna get this pudding
Ray Allen from the corner
Oh shit we getting warmer
Cool off, drink water
Getting pie, Jack Horner
Jack black, rat pack
Soundtrack for the bounce back
Bad beats our bombtrack
Bay leaves in my spice rack
Sin of man in my mind sack
Think I might have a tight track
Braided in Brabham and busting on anyone bellowing shite raps
I'm the white Shaq
Sorry that auto corrected from white shag
What a sleight brag
My tongue be punching on bars like they were not wearing the right flag
The day I stop rap is the day that the ice caps rise back
To the top spot, you could say
I'm bipolar, opposite, opting to operate on you and offer you confidence
Not Maniacal, I'm Protestant
They got you all in order one by one
You already know before it's begun
So before it's all said and done
You either fight or be living your life on the run
The epidemic
Hypodermic needles and phonetics
Kids can't read their resume is just a sentence
There's no repentance
Dump your sins in a wheelie bin, sink a couple tins watch your team win we've been
Sipping San Pelli with my fellas, it's a felony
Might seem mellow but that's a molotov recipe
Will never rest in peace until I rest in peace
The rest sleep in peace when there's sermons to speak
And proverbs to preach
I'm taking the heat
You're beating your meat?
Cooking chicken on the griddle.
Let me slow it down a little
Fuck a judge with no acquittal
Sweet just like some fucking skittles
Shit at spinning all these samples
No role models fuck it, I'm my own example
I'm on my lifeline redefined by new insight like
Actually if I speak, factually I'm inspired by
My experience speaking back to me
My antennas receptors receive messages through calamities
Wishing this was Havana
Fuck rules, new remedy
Y'all finna get schooled, I get it dude
My screws loose, still I'm that wiser
Like a supernova
Burn you niggas lack a visor
Y'all lack advisors
To call you out, when you trippin on bullshit
And lack intelligence like them niggas you like to fool wit
Fuck facades when I stick move nigga the moods lit
When I'm on it, I'm never stopping
I'm winning often, y'all rappers soften
So watch what you talking
Or you begging for Melo's pardon
I'm causing seizures, blessings on blessings I've received them
Read off the written procedures
While y'all recording plagues, I'm hitting ethers
With big boy bars
Power level 105 climbing up charts
I can't believe it either
Alleviate with raw style, fight with swords to kill
Y'all would throw stones, but still I'm bout to kill bill
My technique will leave you bodied, paralyzed and feeble
And I'mma never stop fighting until I know my skin is equal
Written by:
Curtley Nicole, Daniel D'Rozario, James Moretta, Miguel Vecchio, Murray Williamson
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