TerminallyILLMusic - Rendezvous Wit Tha Ol' News lyrics

[Verse 1: Ray Jets] On the rise like my boxer briefs Roaming streets Only strapped for cash but still dodge police Suburban dweller But Ilford more urban than you heard of huh? Reminiscing back when peeps thought it was all about the fight for Elizabeth's I was like wow The hood got you so far but where the furniture Low' me to change your habits Your habitual madness is manic Cos' ya messing with my energy the way a brother losing it over the carrots But resolutions a hell of a chase I had a case of Elma Fudd and wascally wabbits High school in 09 Robbing kit-kat shotta's Was our juxtapose to a Capone life and hotty's We use to stunt for Parents evening we stand straight, turn and face in the lobby Oh god Winking for communication Hide from girls that I be spending time chasing Never wanted one of those mother confrontation Awkward situations [Hook] I don't know where I'm going from here Where I'm going from here Its's just a rendezvous with the ol' news It's just a rendezvous with the ol'news (x2) [Verse 2: Ray Jets] Stop and searches were the worst Police frisk to feed they racist thirst But be summer tanning tryna' look darker than tarmac on which they swerve Statistical matching facts Saying we carjack and grab bags But who the dudes with the dirt on the white collar man Nevertheless I was imploding, explosions inside my chest A bit Frank Lucas if the roley ticked Composure, patience tell me where that Cos' I ain't holding it But times changed though the skies remain the same Now I'm 20 in my step Might catch me at the centre skating later than a black arrangement Guess what I'm about now Rapping more than Dec 25th's Sticking up crowds till they hands wave to my sh** Hit the shore Gravitate the game I'm the moon for sure I praise you lord Or whatever you might be Please keep the team bless and the road far from steep Peace [Hook] [Verse 3: Ray Jets] I'm on a isle far away can't even see the horizon Still miming lyrics in the mirror of the rappers I idol Raptum gave me the spark to craft rhymes as my life's recital Now whenever I got to vent Smoke off the top like some oo-long Got to stop fussing with women Quick decisions like what is she on Dash her in a ditch if she front for eons Ain't enough numbers in my wrist So much to do But so little to live Too many drinks on the rocks Is it suicide from a cliff? Came a long way from 95 crawling with the milk To self evaluative questions Am I in the valleys or the hills? Still Pressure bust pipes but it might make diamonds Keep pushing on your boy your bound to see something shining But it's more than nickles in your army jacket lining Stabilized my graft I'm seeing more than the sailors Just contrast and laugh at the past compared to my current situation [Hook] [Outro] Yeah D-double-O-R Shout out to my brothers Tashan, Austyn, Tariq Yeah, yeah, yeah