Trox - A-1, Jeff Turner, Illmaculate | MULA 2015 lyrics

[A1 intro] (Teambackpack.net) Yo [A1-verse] Far as this rap sh** goes I am in need of no co-sign See, I've been holding my own fine Since 09 Just from creativity, so If you try to control mine You get close lined I'd rather choke, dangling from a rope With a broke spine Then end up selling my soul There is no ladder that I won't climb You're goin' be needin' a few runs To keep me on land Long as I'm breathing with two lungs I'm gon' be my own man The media speaking with two tongues I never hold mine I took a mushroom And it took over my whole mind I pictured a pixie was sitting up on my brain She corrected me Told me she was sitting on a gold mine I didn't get it till I was sitting on a plane And I was about, like, 30.000 feet in the teal skies You know, was kind of tired So I had sealed eyes But then I finally realized That we'd been outworking everyone But they just see the diamond They don't see us in the coal mine Donating our blood, sweat, time The whole 9 But not for all this money ‘cause this money ain't the thing That we, that we That we really give a f** about See, we do it for them kids ‘cause nobody give a f** about The kids k**ing the kids Nobody give a f** about The kids k**ing the kids Every summer when the guns is out ‘cause when the kids k** the kids Everybody just blames them And wonders ‘what the fuss about?' But when the cops k** the kids The celebrities stay quiet And everybody shut their mouth (SHHH!) And pretend nothing's happening See, that's how you know Who really downed the ride My g, it saddens me But I find the truth is that sometimes We need a tragedy To point all of these s**ers out It's backwards, like: Htuoy eht gnihsawniarb noisivelet sh** is backwards, like: Hturt eht su llet t'now snaicitilop I mean, take that and rewind it back I had to opposite the verse ‘cause it might be tapped But even speaking in reverse Can't disguise the fact That my people gone rise Keep your minds intact [It's Thurl Ja-Ba-Hi [Jeff Turner intro] Download my Muscle Memory for free Just turn to Jeffmusic.net Now [Jeff Turner verse] Do me a favor: Grab your phone, throw that sh** out ‘cause half of us don't do anything For what we're b**hing about A bunch of half-a**ed hashtag activists Lacking practice Who think we saving the world While we sit on the couch And these rich rappers Tripping me out Living in Beverly Hills Talking about k**ing people Selling bricks from your house You're confused as hell And you should figure it out ‘cause you got tats on your face And a dick in your mouth They annoying my enjoyment I can't believe it Trying to make it sound fun To be runnin' ‘round and destroying lives Walk in the booth And we're off the truth And market it all to the youth Till the profits are all through the roof n***a, *beatbox sounds*, uh I had to had to Had to become a man I give a f** about views If you can't see who I am And that's an imperfect, grim person Been searching Chopping down my nightmares before Christmas Tim Burton Coming with some gas you can't cipher at a cypher With reverse suction powers That was powered by a Chrysler It's accurately done I'll take a fraction of the sun Looks like Pacman when I'm done Uhh, backpack, we get it done Me with a mic Is an a**a**in with his gun Imma give you this business I can pa** it to my son Bringing change is not a singular action So stop supporting bullsh** every day And it will actually happen [Illmaculate intro] Uh, yeah Teambackpack, what up? Make some noise one time Yo, yo, yo, uh, uh [Illmaculate verse] Falling angels, waiting on God to save you No self-worth when you talk the labels, they won't compensate you. Watch them pa** like a hot potato Time is money You point appraisal to waste mine, the cost is fatal Rugars pop, the music stops Dodge Illuminati, moving Cuban Sipping juice on the roof with Pac Keep it moving, even if she the coolest bop And Neo in the Matrix dodge the arrow Cupid shot Get respect from a crowd of several thousand Fly as the Millennium Falcon, you can watch See me on the web while you're browsing Chemically imbalanced Money, mentally challenged; stupid guap Buying bolt, now his packs are movin' I'll retire from knicks, like Allan Houston and Patrick Ewing Leave your castle ruins Every month UCLA, ay, they wanna hear the tracks I'm brewin' Ask the Cuban, the camera zoom in God body rapping mutant, Alien, my act ain't human Lilith and Adam's union, a catholic's communion See past illusion with DMT my gland's producin' Black lungs, Mac's tongue is a handgun Your jaw gla** to a Shaq dunk, yeah I'm Shang Tsung, a mix of kuji rap pun And every rapper Task1ne bit his raps from Holy Mohammad, smoking bowl with Madonna Doing coke with Tony Mortana, getting dome to Nirvana I'm a couple beans short of the whole enchilada The mole-sauce, avocado, queso and horchata I might be gone manaña, I prob' won't see tomorrow Tell my bro and our momma first to overdose off a Ganju And I go bury me in Polo and pop a bottle of [?] Toasted my honor, the sickest period; no coloms or commas Hold up, I don't overstate or embellish Motivated to tell 'em, they cultivated a fellan I'm oversaying it rather show to make an impression Understand I'm underrated and overstaying my welcome (Teambackpack.net)