Terrace Martin - SSL (Solid Sound Logic) lyrics

[Verse 1: Terrace Martin] Doin' fifty on the shore, Range no tags Punch pulled up, Kendrick in the back A Da Bu$iness in that rag, Phantom on feet And Problem in the diamond light pushin' that GT Hood n***as with cla**, give respect where it's due Came up with one boo and that was just to stay true True to my music and everything that I do Instead of practicing me you should focus on doin' you So n***a f** yo crew, what you wanna do? Wack emcees never get no love I'm not enthused And you can save all ya non-creative point of views Cause me? I'mma produce and you just reducing ya crew Now how I'm 'posed to work if I ain't gettin' paid? Gotta call Terrace Martin if you can't call Dre Now with that bein' said there is nothin' else to say Was already understood, doesn't have to be explained If it was never lost, how could it be saved? I do this for my soul, I do this for LA I do this for the love, man I do it for the game And the memory of Miles Davis and John Coltrane How could you blame them ba*tards, when they ain't have no raisin'? They don't want no higher learning, they stick to the basics And they don't wanna work for that white devil cause he racist Neglected of knowledge, that's all they know, how could you blame 'em? And I hate to say it but I had to as a man We cooperated with 'em and fell victim to they plan And after losin' Malcolm and Martin they scared to take a stand If I call 'em p**y it's some bullsh**, when will it end So I don't really care 'bout who they say who is the best All I know is that it shows within my music and my checks I swear this is the best thing next to havin' s** Geek smashed on n***as won't let my foot up off they necks, yep [Verse 2: Problem] Huh, strap it on me and let me solidify And purposely intertwine, my positive thoughts apply in genocide Compton communists are, shiftily, in peace Whoever's in charge like Charles no sit-com Beat him like a kick drum Rip a hole from his lips to where the n***a sh** from Compton, Cali n***a! It's all music, rule-less Like a Ali fight, pushin' Al Green or Barry White Boy this Cali life's amazin' Palm trees, bomb weed and b**hes All my aprons and rubber gloves went cookin' in hell's kitchen Bustin' shots that could crack back spleens The lil rapper that could commercialize the backpack scene Who sick? Boy, sh** ... I'm vaccine on flight green Paper planin' on the plane in first cla**, mad? Because I'm on the bubble of success Stressed over life, street still pokin' out my chest b**hes love my confidence, I wear it like a vest Sippin' Rosé Moët, drinkin' 'til I'm lost Hustlin' everyday, bail away my thoughts Anticipatin' the win but, ready for the loss Got her livin' like a boss; Tony Danza, been bananas Since the red rags of bustin' out a stanzas Problem, answer, not one found! Mayweather couldn't box me into one sound, he wouldn't last one round! My songs' clever, my pen's better, than ever A trendsetter with a vendetta... Big bag of chips on my shoulder standin' tall like a soldier Snakes in the gra** I laugh dodgin' the cobras! Scraped from the past, we amped wantin' the Kobra "I'm far gone mommy," "Relax baby, it's over," Money pile coma, rovin' in the Range Be it dope takin' its toll please have exact change, MOTHERfu*kER!! [Interlude:] Yeah, this is DJ f** Wack Emcees Comin' to you straight off Crenshaw That was Problem comin' straight outta Compton Next up is A Da Bu$iness, South Central's finest He cold yo... [Verse 3: A Da Bu$iness] Uh, salutations and greetings to all Of my celestrial stars, gather 'round, get one out We 'bout to witness the Big Dipper Intergalactic astronomical avenue business man, finish him Raining fatalities cause I'm like Vegeta said Light 'em up make you feel like six million megawatts My momma still wonder why I don't think straight Run this sh** like a relay, run that back like a replay Come off the bench and will win and T balls like I'm Ebanks Is ya swagga hand-me-down, where'd you get that sh** off eBay? Been bleedin' 'em since we was orderin' Jordans off of Eastbay Bang (*gunshot*) that's what the heat say, in the game call me EA Da billion dollar Bu$iness f** the witness and the DA! Let's raise aware-wolves, vampires, like the sh** gets spookiest Monsterous, zoo in the movie we call it the 'zoovie'... Where they smart to come out he wearin' under that tool From a cold winter degrees that's hotter than juvie Ain't new to g**nin' so all that gangsta sh** don't move me f** yo tats, know inside you's a b**h And no matter how you dress we still sit through all of that sh** So fly I'm never taintin' you maggots still on my sh** I need a pooper scooper! Little Mario don't care if you off a flower No star I'll take ya princess for ransom I'm King Kooper n***a! And this heat'll spit faster than a cheetah sprint Dragonball, Super Saiyan on my Vegeta sh** A fact-avist and I ain't talkin' no civil rights and sh** Kickstand leanin' in Secret Sundays, with a ratchet b**h I South Centralized the game with my hustlin' spirit And Terrace Martin mastered me, so I know you hear it... Da Bu$iness... [Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar] Five star general in a G ride Got my seat back, chiefin' like a Seminole, no centerfold But picture that, picture me, picture Terrace, picture P Takin' sh** from some n***a that sh** right there sound dumb n***a We gotta post stay in the street, take what we deserve and yeah I Serve on any artist that's my word that y'all are targets I'm retarded on the mic, Special Ed., And b**h I call you special when you give up special head I gotta feelin' it's gon' be a lot of k**ings Kendrick Cause when I spit a verse I bring a hearse to every sentence And put it in reverse and try to decode it They on my dick and deep-throat it They don't know it but boy I am a henchman, for hire I require wack emcees, tell 'em that I'm burnt like 'Swap Meet' DVDs Tell 'em that I earnt my respect on what you didn't do! Ain't nothin' difficult your admiration's pitiful! Shame on you twice Life's a gamble so I'm comin' out the gate with tricked dice 7-11, 7-11, backed on that It's been a long time comin' since I bodied a track I'm back up in this b**h like the a** and p**y was fat I put my city on the map like I represent a post Comp-town soldier, welcome to Iraq Be ready for combat, or die on your sofa Brains on the plastic, yo stains on the cabinet YUCK! And if I fell off goddamn I would prob'ly land in a deep thought A n***a need Spam for the sh** y'all brought I go 'H•a•m' in the Brougham bank corners like I'm Moss, f**! Headed to the coroner I'm one of ya your run is up my gun is TEC I'm comin' for the Common sense of commentators that say I don't love enough well Y'all some haters tie 'em up and k** 'em later I am such a Horror-vator I am so messed up to be replyin' and Whatever favors mine are sick and hold up player I is fighting Any favors I invite in meaning lasers beaming off the Sun until I have a son and see you later motherf**er...