Goldenchild (of Backwoodz Studioz and Green Streets Entertainment) - Melody lyrics

The Reavers (ft. Akir, Keith Masters, Goldenchild, Priviledge, and Karniege) - “Melody” [Produced by Akir, Goldenchild, and Bond (AKA 007)] [Background Vocals/Harmonizing by Goldenchild] [Verse 1: Akir] Ask me how I'm doing with the music. You dudes, I'm Turning down the felony deals. A confused mind And you'll find Akir intoxicating like moonshine Cinematic, dramatic theatrics with my new lie Pictures of a nice shot away from a 9 Glock From the sly pops to his son in a pine box Watch his soul escape out his eyes while his spine rots Never saw it coming like a run-in to your blind spot Direct, reporting live from block. Crime's hot It is I, Akir, to flow and just love it Your chick jocks my co*k in public. Hit the show, uncovered My music, so you dub it. All type of people love it So my style is hard to f** with, cousin. Got the street Buzzing. No type of budget. Budging not part of My thugging against the current gov'ment. Yo, you must Be bugging. Beats banging ‘til your brain gets bludgeoned It's nothing. Writing ‘til my fingertips sunken Seven years in the making, won't fake all of a sudden Got my n***as in the back, refuse to see me fronting Still humping like an X-rated old-timer f**ing [Bridge 1: Background Vocals/Harmonizing by Goldenchild] [Interlude 1: Keith Masters] Terror Firma [Verse 2: Keith Masters] So mellow how the fellow just hallucinate He just trying to keep his mind in check like his other mates On other dates, man, the boy just levitate Like a Buddhist monk when he meditate He in a different world, fly like Jasmine guy Whom he had a crush on as a small fry. With his Widened eye aligned with the sky, he saw the Far side of life pa**ing him by. He getting Loose like the Juice [?] Hermano, new Soprano—give me your boots like “Duck, duck, goose. Now pa** the deuce” or Back in the days, “Now pa** the noose” Metaphysical truths uncouth. Many heads in Just one roof. Now stuck in the booth Plastered hand and jagged tooth end. I can feel it Yes, I can feel it. With each step that I take I can heal it. The streets need Medicare But n***as swear by their own mother's hair That their man's gonna be the next one to take ‘em there But which way is fear, n***as? [Interlude 2: Keith Masters and Priviledge] Keith Masters: Hah. Yeah. Uh huh. Uh huh. Uh huh. Yeah, Backwoodz. Uh huh Priviledge: Uh. Uh huh. (Haha) Come on, it's real ill. Yo, yo [Verse 3: Priviledge] Yo, live from d**h Row, it's the invisible man Manifest whatever I can from wherever I'm at Wherever I was. Stupid is As it does, but what about intelligence, son? How ‘bout luck? How ‘bout genetics? How ‘bout Our birthright? ‘Cause, you know, some don't get it Just getting the slip down the path of d** And bad credit. Smuggling anxiety in the pocket Of a petticoat like matzah in a ball soup Far few and far between—that's you and your crew That's just the way y'all do it I guess ‘cause Sbarro different out in the Illadelph. Swinging For the fences is the one objective Spit like the Tet Offensive. Son, this Static ‘gressive. Your rhymes are the aggregate Don't hesitate, kid. I'll find the magistrate Flipping like Ferguson. I'm the one or The other. And I'm stomping up the block like A wild motherf**er. M-er F-er Who done dotted this edgy, rotten s**er [Interlude 3: Karniege] Bash your face in the pavement. You'd better be saving the mothers and the children. Listen [Verse 4: Karniege] Strap on your boots, put on your gear, get ready to move with me Ammunition falling from the clouds. It's misty Watch where you walk ‘cause my turf pack b**by traps Snipers in the wing and they shooting with a steady hand Mommy swing her swords like a Double Dutch tourn'. I Spit out these bullets. Your body get burned Did it for laughs, not the bu*ter that's churned You soft like chinchilla furs, you heard? Don't be in my face, trying to private-eye the god Can't be held accountable for where you might slide You ain't no thug (You ain't no thug). Your flag is Gay Pride My moves big like Godzilla. Writing gorillas but we Peel that lizard like a banana with grammar My attitude is GTA: snatch you right out of yours (Yo, just give me that) And empty your pockets, then escape through the floor