{Benny The Butcher Beat / Intro: Taj}
We up in here, Cosmic Kev
Uhm, Been a dream for a minute, so, had to be here
APT 505 is out now
Coast Contra is in da buildin, my name is Taj Austin by the way
Let's get to it
Lemme feel it real quick, uh
[Verse 1: Taj]
If it ain't the coast, it's light, it's morse code
Like the cast of Coda, we ain't here for these award shows
We was bein nice, we knock twice
To let the door close, culture paid the price
And now it's like y'all bеing foreclosed huh
It's been a hard time and a long grind
So I can't forsakе the rest
By the time I program my mind to eliminate the best
Is it an agoraphobic trait to stand first place? - Yes
Cause of a loss I can't accept, had a profound concept
Wanna separate from the herd
I will need the urge of Johnny Depp versus
My Life in the worst version, holdin' the burdens of regret
A chain had never hang around my neck, my shoulders heavy
Run a chip off the old block, form the boulder that I hold already
Life's precious, lose that, then it's all over
Rather Guard-AI, than to let God hit me with the cross over
Talk money? - You gotta talk sober
I leave a nigga message left un-read, next to the Mars Rover
All o' my thoughts depart, been 15 years since I bought a soda
Hold-up, yeah, showin New York but shout-out to Philly
And my voice is 'bout to echo the Apple, just like Siri
E-equals-MC-squared by Einstein, still we compare Rio to none
Not even mine, monastery's, Ras' pick
Gettin ad-lib straight from the tooth-fairy
I be clowning, calling "Not It" cause the kid is too scary
It's hurtful, like the amount on my Herschel
Tryna ball hardest, define mines account sayin' Urcle
That's why the Coast going commercial
But I treat ya Top 5 worse than a Joe Jackson rehearsal
'Cause them boys are not live, we don't never seem to fit in
We have never seen to Philly, plus the shit too contrived
We was taught to channel greatness, saw some thoughts to describe
You should cop the album with the officer's pie
'Cause what we kick is universal, plus the thought come from God
Said it time and time again
I don't care about the who-what-where, what's on my mind is when
I never took a loss with peace, never lost sleep
Never counted sheep, never count me out as a black sheep
That's a count to infinity
Mentally I resurrect the feelin of Big L, hand it off to my enemy
I'm trippin' in holy water in this bitch, it's drenched in alkalinity
I'm convinced niggas ain't hit this spot like ten times, it's like the omnitrix
We couldn't build rocks so we built the monolith
Who knew, Area 51 be the sponsor?
Newest niggas in the game, don't forget the name, it's Coast Contra
Taj Austin, Goddamn! Cosmic Kev, lets' go!!
Kev what's up? Yeah
{9th Wonder Beat Switch / Intro: Ras}
Oh yeah, it's my turn
Sokrates and Moses, yeah
It's been a dream, I swear to God
I swear to God, I swear to God
Yo check it, uh
[Verse 2: Ras]
It's been a dream for so long, Kev
To reach this place for my dawgs
That type dream you hold on too long, it test your faith with ya God
Kev, they don't know the tears we shed, the shakes, the withdrawals
I was fiendin', pipe-dreamin', spittin' crack through my jaw
My back on the wall, reality checks was payin' the costs
I'm payin' my dues, my inner demons wagin' a war
Los Angelan, Los Angeles where niggas' halos is bought
My moral's exhausted, while heaven's gate's surveyin' my flaws
Just let me in, please, just let me in the land of milk and honey, Calisthenics, exercise my demons, ready swept the money
I'm offended by these phuckin' rappers, thinkin' this shit funny
Gave my life, so much sacrifice, the Reaper gon' refund me
Blood in the water, shark fins on the coast that I chartered
I stayed afloat, went on a Pop with all the love of a daughter
Turned radical on ya, the "Knock-knock" wasn't loud enough for ya
The block might "Brrrt", "Chop-chop" nigga open this door up
Blood in the water, I tried to warn 'em
Sit on my side of the coast, you might spot some thing for ya self
Knowin' to help
Bone marrow, I chew on it, nuance to taste buds
How we stomach them loads
I'm influenced like how I be run up on them hoes
Like how the fuck my will has been imposed?
Like it been for the vogue
Yeah, now sail with us, really been at play with, since it's the Coast
If we here to gloat, my niggas ain't laugh witchu off of a boast
You been off the chain, ya freedom revoked
Mind unchained, you see the result, I'm unfeigned
My niggas is not playin with ya game, my niggas is dope, ay
We're rap shit, I heard ya best shit, that's whack shit
We're screamin "Weak" from the background, I"ll do your adlibs
You might weigh a whole photon
These niggas lightweight, and that bar was lightwork
About how light work
I'm that live {Unidentified Beat Switch}
A little nigga, since that size
Lookin' to be a rap god, figured I could out-rap god
Drowned in my sorrow - "Sheesh!" - then I baptized
Emerged from my tears a different tier, should tat mines , yes
I think they must've forgot that we the best alive
No sweat, jog ya memory before the exercise
Put us in, double-XL like it's Precious size
Lil nigga with big dreams, big as Precious size
Real nigga with big dreams and P Diddy schemes
I'm in your bitch like "Take that", I did Diddy things
Puffy house, I take that ("Those is Diddy things!")
I'm Bad Boy, no "my bad," boy, I'm really mean
Sick with it, take ya Top 5, run a light scrimmage
All scrubs, make em all subs, 'til the game ended
Who's who, I need Blues clues, shit is encrypted
Who's who, we need Blues' clues, we see Bloods crippin'
Facts! We see thugs kissin'
Facts! We see lost niggas
New slaves, cop em' a chain, claim they boss niggas
That's why we do us, and we stand by it
Piss you off, point to the urinal, pussy, stand by it
Niggas can't stand by us, niggas can't walk with us
Your bitch could barely talk to us, we borderline chalk niggas
Facts! Coast Contra facts, please ponder that
Who's the best, fuckin East to West, Coast is where we at
I was stressed, I was fuckin vexxed, made it on this map
Coast Contra on Cosmic Kev, niggas is runnin laps
Around your circle, you niggas is Urcle
He sends that fine
Off the tab - "Stop playin' with me!" - nigga, that's word is bond
It's the Coast, y'all niggas suck, we just having fun
What the fuck, nigga [laughs]
Cosmic Kev, nigga, I been tellin' these niggas to stop playin' bro
Stop playin' bro
{Miilkbone Beat Swich / Intro: Rio}
Kev, Kev, Kev, yeah, yeah yeah you already know, it's a blessin'
[Verse 3: Rio]
Fuck I look like letting y'all get me out my character?
Just know I'm sticking to the script, on and off the camera
I came in high on a high note, my legato embarrass ya
I leave them on these tracks just like Harriett
The underground's alien, I just became a citizen
Started in a third world country to give you niggas a head start
And now I'm winnin' so consider this a fair loss
This in God's hands, ain't nothin' outta reach
I done made it further than the devil's arms with my peeps
From the West to the East, limelight grease
Conqueror in the streets
Steppin on niggas names, came in the game
All you heard was ("SI!")
Liftin' up souls, rockin the mic, like a rosary
I let the mic burn like sage, 'cause palosanto my family tree
Clearin' these niggas out these cleaners, we seen the prophecy
Seven years ago, now this is it in actuality
We play the background like green screens without the special effects
And now we break the internet on accident
There's a very thin line between life and society
Money, fame, status got you trapped in reality
Zips livin by politicians
Fathers preachin 'bout religions but we all sinnin'
Dope dealers, it's hope they give us on my corner
With judgement day in heaven as our best lawyer
See me with a smile but it's really no joke
Seen these inner city folks loosing hope, tryna cope
Now these new children is grown and the innocence is gone
But word to the mothers, I'm the motherland's brother
Got so lost until I realized I was the compass
It's all mathematics, they tryna chalk your circumference
Smooth operator, deeper than Tomb Raider
Soul liberator, I'm God's translator
Call it what you want, look I'm young in my papers
Coast Contra
[21 Savage Beat Switch / Intro: Eric]
Oh yeah, can we turn it up a lil bit?
Yeah, holdin' it down
We back in Philly, we back home
Yeah, uh
Timothy could've been what he wanted
But Lil Timmy liked to hang on the corners
Damn, Timmy Timmy chose the Playa persona
Damn shame, yo Lil Timmy a goner
[Verse 4: Eric]
Hooh! Timmy Timmy Turner never had a burner
Always knew he was the son of a gun
Niggas talk about it but don't be about it
Soon as they see one, they the first one to run
Pray for niggas who can't be who they want
They live in hell like the air in they lungs
And back in they mind they know they front
Tryin to cover with the money and stunt
Y'all doin too much, enough is enough
Niggas is watchin too much store on the bluff
Until they pull up and let them be dumped on by ten out the pump
Hope they gonna die as riches not a bum that make change everyday for the ones
They give a fuck about the people in slums
Cause first ones be last and the last ones be ("One")
Keepin it blunt, promise you niggas we weedin you out
This is smoke you don't want in your guts
All of your music is trash, allow me to empty the Dutch
My nigga what up?
I can stand behind my bars, I eat a sentence for lunch
I am not here to judge but I can tell from all y'all jewelry, you niggas mentally cuffed
Like guilty as fuck, boy, we supposed to be youngins
We call that a Benjamin Button, boy, and let's keep it a hunnit
Y'all supposed to be cheechin summin, niggas ain't preachin or nuttin
This is God-bodied like a verse from the Son
Pray for a different one, yeah I prey for your crumbs
Niggas lookin like "Yeah this nigga is the one"
"Eric Jamal? Yo that nigga is the one", Hooh!
Yeah I'm the one, I champ myself
Thinkin outside the box, I don't need no belt
Every punchline on the beat gets felt and I can't be beat until I beat myself
Every "Mh-mh-mh-mh" I get myself
Everyone on they ghost writer, go and get help
Everyone of my bars is going for sale
Niggas lookin at me like a nigga may
"Ooh, hold up, count that in cash"
I'ma show you how you triple the bag
I remember every meal was a stack
And now we treatin every mil like a stack
Weigh that with bread, we nacho, can't pop it on tags
Yo the cop who was shiftin the badge, and I know that I'm black
You say it's because how I rap
I should be trippin in fashion, livin the fastest
I might go and buy me a Jag, I'm a different type of cat
Never lyin when I rap, small letters no cap
Two C's on my back
You ain't ask me how I've been? - Don't ask me where I'm at
Coast Contra on the map, real niggas that can Rap! Whap! Whap!
Nigga from EBT to the TIP's, told my POP I'm on p-o-p
On GOD when I kiai, and I'm a BIG like THC
Or a good brother like NIP, keep going like i-n-g
No e-n-d, for I am a MC's RIP if you r-i-p
Nigga, it's The Coast
{Nas Beat Switch / Verse 5: Taj}
We out to bless speakers, be some truth seekers
Mines collect sneakers, wake up, dick leaning to the left like Pisa
Pull up ballin', callin' on the half court, no subpoena
No limit, nigga you can check that it wasn't on the VISA
"LOL, nice to meet ya", huh, we been on ya mind
I'm good for three like Adidas, but today don't cross the line
They glorified doin'dirt, we purified
We can't cross paths, that's cross contamination on the vibes
Got a dead pants on sanitation on the side
Bro you not my mans, I don't know if you disguised
Sayin' everythin' you flow, if I didn't look up
I might think it's true that I know you as a lie
Fuck that, kiss 'em goodbye like "Muah"
With some Mack Glock, nasty
Spit a flow, make 'em flood it, make a reservoir
Pullin' planes outta my ghetto repertoire
Name buzzin' on the ethanol, nigga
Dope shit to sell a brick of coke to a locksmith
Step on the keys to success, then tell 'em "Yeah, I'm locked in"
It's like that, I'm really him, so you won't get the mic back, stop it
Profits, got a vision, just lineaged ya optics
I likes a menace like men to deminish your pockets
Sinister, but it's regular fuckin' some nazis
Six feet, that's how deep in the streets the plot gets
These days niggas will hold you down to hold you hostage
Hold up, you only watch while we take your wrist
Now you froze up, the word is in, that's why they chose us
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the word is in
[Verse 6: Eric]
I talk to Jesus, tell him about my demons
As a sinner I stand between the concept good and evil
Send out the sermon, but I'm not your deacon
We not religious, but these verses hittin' like Churches, turn 'em to believers
Hip Hop's back, early eighties until upper nineties
Nigga this is that crack and when we rap, we really stack
Bring that Boom Bap back, they feenin'
For something that might give them substance, I tell you they need it
They calling us fuckin' genius
It's Coast Contra, now who's gonna weather the four seasons
The coldest flows will turn your hottest rapper anemic
Got chosen, the truth besieges
I keep it stoic, I know they weakness
Our para-allegiance started the Coast Contra beacon
Givin' the light to those seekin'
The fire defying thesis, so they can find out what peace is
Keep tryin', I am Eric Jamal
Philly nigga, yeah I came here to draw
Who gon' tell I'm wrong for writing what's right from wrong
I get it from God
Not to keep it, but to give it to y'all
See, we here to provide, but some of you niggas is killing my vibe
Low frequencies be killing my high
Listen dawg, I am all for it, I ball for it
If I fall, Eric Jamal, crawl for it
I want my Net to hit number one, like Crawford
And it's art form, I'm literally gonna talk to 'em
It's imperative to switch the narrative
Look at our heritage, I come from pyramids, born in America, not American
Look at my fair skin, don't treat me fairly
Fucking arrogance, it's so embarrassing built off a character
That's why the people chose us
[Verse 7: Rio]
Ay, I give it back, cause when you die you never take it
So take my heart and sing along in every language
Visualize the letters and peep yourself our endeavors
Recognize the hard times, and pride isn't even mentioned
The street's voice, I got to write cause I don't got a choice
Dropped outta high school, all of my setbacks got me sent to this point
My genius gave my nine-to-five purpose to be unemployed
My posse spittin raps I used to jot in the back of Rejoice
From sleepin' in the back of a bus to wakin' up inside a Royce
And tryna fill the void that they had resurrected, and the feelings they had destroyed
Build up, you boys and girls
Just because you can rhyme that don't mean that you should rap
So many rappers lack purpose in this whack
If I don't hear enough pain inside your verses
I will run it back, again broke my heart a million ways
But I kept comin' back, I haven't looked back since the day I said I do
Street sweeper flies over the moon, with the same broom
Haven't looked back since the day I said I do
Now the street sweeper flies over the moon with the same broom
{Verse 8: Ras}
Ayo, I climbed the Eiffel, cursed your name, like "Pardon my French" so spiteful
Spit that shit now watch the drip beside you, still can't find a rifle
The God MC, I seek a challenge, like the rhyme, Bible
A fine line between my book of rhymes and Iro
Envoke a different convo, higher thoughts will shock your mind
But mostly find you niggas in denial, we literally swam the Nile
Found that flow within a mile, got 'em drownin' tryna attempt the style
Now it's dirty water, lookin' like Flint man
Y'all buck nice, won't lock jaws in a pit fight
Tight shit, Mike Vic might just dislike, you don't sit right
On the throne, bitch, type XX, they don't ever really get Y
Chromosomes stand up, man up on ya own
Just stand up for ya own
We're screamin' "Hands up", most niggas had they hands out all along
I don't mean to beg, but nigga please can you move along?
I heard the V5-4 big steps on the microphone, back when dem lights was not on
My future been bright all along
Had fire on wax and nobody candle light, tryna write these poems
Grew up to like these poems
My inner child write these, I recite these for 'em, hype these for 'em
On a Supreme Being, getcha hypeman on, nightmare form
Who raised the bar, we figured you tryna adjust the mic stand for 'em
Believe this, I speak the truth fluent through broken English
My slanguage is spoken by linguists
Come get your mind fucked, my stroke of genius
Keep me from a casket, that's no joke, I mean it
I earned my livin', bro, my ashes might just envoke a phoenix
I'm different, a judge can't even budge my life decisions
I swear I got the most conviction and my pen the most efficient
I need my freedom under no conditions, word to all y'all politicians
It's different, dawg, that's why the people chose us ("Chose us")
[Outro: Ras]
Fuck y'all talkin about?
Ay nigga, let me talk my shit! Fuck! It took me too long to get here!
Ay Kev, I'm done with these niggas bro!
Ayo word, I swear on God, everyone of you rappers
((Whooping)) nigga
[Shoutouts]
We up in here, Cosmic Kev
Uhm, Been a dream for a minute, so, had to be here
APT 505 is out now
Coast Contra is in da buildin, my name is Taj Austin by the way
Let's get to it
Lemme feel it real quick, uh
[Verse 1: Taj]
If it ain't the coast, it's light, it's morse code
Like the cast of Coda, we ain't here for these award shows
We was bein nice, we knock twice
To let the door close, culture paid the price
And now it's like y'all bеing foreclosed huh
It's been a hard time and a long grind
So I can't forsakе the rest
By the time I program my mind to eliminate the best
Is it an agoraphobic trait to stand first place? - Yes
Cause of a loss I can't accept, had a profound concept
Wanna separate from the herd
I will need the urge of Johnny Depp versus
My Life in the worst version, holdin' the burdens of regret
A chain had never hang around my neck, my shoulders heavy
Run a chip off the old block, form the boulder that I hold already
Life's precious, lose that, then it's all over
Rather Guard-AI, than to let God hit me with the cross over
Talk money? - You gotta talk sober
I leave a nigga message left un-read, next to the Mars Rover
All o' my thoughts depart, been 15 years since I bought a soda
Hold-up, yeah, showin New York but shout-out to Philly
And my voice is 'bout to echo the Apple, just like Siri
E-equals-MC-squared by Einstein, still we compare Rio to none
Not even mine, monastery's, Ras' pick
Gettin ad-lib straight from the tooth-fairy
I be clowning, calling "Not It" cause the kid is too scary
It's hurtful, like the amount on my Herschel
Tryna ball hardest, define mines account sayin' Urcle
That's why the Coast going commercial
But I treat ya Top 5 worse than a Joe Jackson rehearsal
'Cause them boys are not live, we don't never seem to fit in
We have never seen to Philly, plus the shit too contrived
We was taught to channel greatness, saw some thoughts to describe
You should cop the album with the officer's pie
'Cause what we kick is universal, plus the thought come from God
Said it time and time again
I don't care about the who-what-where, what's on my mind is when
I never took a loss with peace, never lost sleep
Never counted sheep, never count me out as a black sheep
That's a count to infinity
Mentally I resurrect the feelin of Big L, hand it off to my enemy
I'm trippin' in holy water in this bitch, it's drenched in alkalinity
I'm convinced niggas ain't hit this spot like ten times, it's like the omnitrix
We couldn't build rocks so we built the monolith
Who knew, Area 51 be the sponsor?
Newest niggas in the game, don't forget the name, it's Coast Contra
Taj Austin, Goddamn! Cosmic Kev, lets' go!!
Kev what's up? Yeah
{9th Wonder Beat Switch / Intro: Ras}
Oh yeah, it's my turn
Sokrates and Moses, yeah
It's been a dream, I swear to God
I swear to God, I swear to God
Yo check it, uh
[Verse 2: Ras]
It's been a dream for so long, Kev
To reach this place for my dawgs
That type dream you hold on too long, it test your faith with ya God
Kev, they don't know the tears we shed, the shakes, the withdrawals
I was fiendin', pipe-dreamin', spittin' crack through my jaw
My back on the wall, reality checks was payin' the costs
I'm payin' my dues, my inner demons wagin' a war
Los Angelan, Los Angeles where niggas' halos is bought
My moral's exhausted, while heaven's gate's surveyin' my flaws
Just let me in, please, just let me in the land of milk and honey, Calisthenics, exercise my demons, ready swept the money
I'm offended by these phuckin' rappers, thinkin' this shit funny
Gave my life, so much sacrifice, the Reaper gon' refund me
Blood in the water, shark fins on the coast that I chartered
I stayed afloat, went on a Pop with all the love of a daughter
Turned radical on ya, the "Knock-knock" wasn't loud enough for ya
The block might "Brrrt", "Chop-chop" nigga open this door up
Blood in the water, I tried to warn 'em
Sit on my side of the coast, you might spot some thing for ya self
Knowin' to help
Bone marrow, I chew on it, nuance to taste buds
How we stomach them loads
I'm influenced like how I be run up on them hoes
Like how the fuck my will has been imposed?
Like it been for the vogue
Yeah, now sail with us, really been at play with, since it's the Coast
If we here to gloat, my niggas ain't laugh witchu off of a boast
You been off the chain, ya freedom revoked
Mind unchained, you see the result, I'm unfeigned
My niggas is not playin with ya game, my niggas is dope, ay
We're rap shit, I heard ya best shit, that's whack shit
We're screamin "Weak" from the background, I"ll do your adlibs
You might weigh a whole photon
These niggas lightweight, and that bar was lightwork
About how light work
I'm that live {Unidentified Beat Switch}
A little nigga, since that size
Lookin' to be a rap god, figured I could out-rap god
Drowned in my sorrow - "Sheesh!" - then I baptized
Emerged from my tears a different tier, should tat mines , yes
I think they must've forgot that we the best alive
No sweat, jog ya memory before the exercise
Put us in, double-XL like it's Precious size
Lil nigga with big dreams, big as Precious size
Real nigga with big dreams and P Diddy schemes
I'm in your bitch like "Take that", I did Diddy things
Puffy house, I take that ("Those is Diddy things!")
I'm Bad Boy, no "my bad," boy, I'm really mean
Sick with it, take ya Top 5, run a light scrimmage
All scrubs, make em all subs, 'til the game ended
Who's who, I need Blues clues, shit is encrypted
Who's who, we need Blues' clues, we see Bloods crippin'
Facts! We see thugs kissin'
Facts! We see lost niggas
New slaves, cop em' a chain, claim they boss niggas
That's why we do us, and we stand by it
Piss you off, point to the urinal, pussy, stand by it
Niggas can't stand by us, niggas can't walk with us
Your bitch could barely talk to us, we borderline chalk niggas
Facts! Coast Contra facts, please ponder that
Who's the best, fuckin East to West, Coast is where we at
I was stressed, I was fuckin vexxed, made it on this map
Coast Contra on Cosmic Kev, niggas is runnin laps
Around your circle, you niggas is Urcle
He sends that fine
Off the tab - "Stop playin' with me!" - nigga, that's word is bond
It's the Coast, y'all niggas suck, we just having fun
What the fuck, nigga [laughs]
Cosmic Kev, nigga, I been tellin' these niggas to stop playin' bro
Stop playin' bro
{Miilkbone Beat Swich / Intro: Rio}
Kev, Kev, Kev, yeah, yeah yeah you already know, it's a blessin'
[Verse 3: Rio]
Fuck I look like letting y'all get me out my character?
Just know I'm sticking to the script, on and off the camera
I came in high on a high note, my legato embarrass ya
I leave them on these tracks just like Harriett
The underground's alien, I just became a citizen
Started in a third world country to give you niggas a head start
And now I'm winnin' so consider this a fair loss
This in God's hands, ain't nothin' outta reach
I done made it further than the devil's arms with my peeps
From the West to the East, limelight grease
Conqueror in the streets
Steppin on niggas names, came in the game
All you heard was ("SI!")
Liftin' up souls, rockin the mic, like a rosary
I let the mic burn like sage, 'cause palosanto my family tree
Clearin' these niggas out these cleaners, we seen the prophecy
Seven years ago, now this is it in actuality
We play the background like green screens without the special effects
And now we break the internet on accident
There's a very thin line between life and society
Money, fame, status got you trapped in reality
Zips livin by politicians
Fathers preachin 'bout religions but we all sinnin'
Dope dealers, it's hope they give us on my corner
With judgement day in heaven as our best lawyer
See me with a smile but it's really no joke
Seen these inner city folks loosing hope, tryna cope
Now these new children is grown and the innocence is gone
But word to the mothers, I'm the motherland's brother
Got so lost until I realized I was the compass
It's all mathematics, they tryna chalk your circumference
Smooth operator, deeper than Tomb Raider
Soul liberator, I'm God's translator
Call it what you want, look I'm young in my papers
Coast Contra
[21 Savage Beat Switch / Intro: Eric]
Oh yeah, can we turn it up a lil bit?
Yeah, holdin' it down
We back in Philly, we back home
Yeah, uh
Timothy could've been what he wanted
But Lil Timmy liked to hang on the corners
Damn, Timmy Timmy chose the Playa persona
Damn shame, yo Lil Timmy a goner
[Verse 4: Eric]
Hooh! Timmy Timmy Turner never had a burner
Always knew he was the son of a gun
Niggas talk about it but don't be about it
Soon as they see one, they the first one to run
Pray for niggas who can't be who they want
They live in hell like the air in they lungs
And back in they mind they know they front
Tryin to cover with the money and stunt
Y'all doin too much, enough is enough
Niggas is watchin too much store on the bluff
Until they pull up and let them be dumped on by ten out the pump
Hope they gonna die as riches not a bum that make change everyday for the ones
They give a fuck about the people in slums
Cause first ones be last and the last ones be ("One")
Keepin it blunt, promise you niggas we weedin you out
This is smoke you don't want in your guts
All of your music is trash, allow me to empty the Dutch
My nigga what up?
I can stand behind my bars, I eat a sentence for lunch
I am not here to judge but I can tell from all y'all jewelry, you niggas mentally cuffed
Like guilty as fuck, boy, we supposed to be youngins
We call that a Benjamin Button, boy, and let's keep it a hunnit
Y'all supposed to be cheechin summin, niggas ain't preachin or nuttin
This is God-bodied like a verse from the Son
Pray for a different one, yeah I prey for your crumbs
Niggas lookin like "Yeah this nigga is the one"
"Eric Jamal? Yo that nigga is the one", Hooh!
Yeah I'm the one, I champ myself
Thinkin outside the box, I don't need no belt
Every punchline on the beat gets felt and I can't be beat until I beat myself
Every "Mh-mh-mh-mh" I get myself
Everyone on they ghost writer, go and get help
Everyone of my bars is going for sale
Niggas lookin at me like a nigga may
"Ooh, hold up, count that in cash"
I'ma show you how you triple the bag
I remember every meal was a stack
And now we treatin every mil like a stack
Weigh that with bread, we nacho, can't pop it on tags
Yo the cop who was shiftin the badge, and I know that I'm black
You say it's because how I rap
I should be trippin in fashion, livin the fastest
I might go and buy me a Jag, I'm a different type of cat
Never lyin when I rap, small letters no cap
Two C's on my back
You ain't ask me how I've been? - Don't ask me where I'm at
Coast Contra on the map, real niggas that can Rap! Whap! Whap!
Nigga from EBT to the TIP's, told my POP I'm on p-o-p
On GOD when I kiai, and I'm a BIG like THC
Or a good brother like NIP, keep going like i-n-g
No e-n-d, for I am a MC's RIP if you r-i-p
Nigga, it's The Coast
{Nas Beat Switch / Verse 5: Taj}
We out to bless speakers, be some truth seekers
Mines collect sneakers, wake up, dick leaning to the left like Pisa
Pull up ballin', callin' on the half court, no subpoena
No limit, nigga you can check that it wasn't on the VISA
"LOL, nice to meet ya", huh, we been on ya mind
I'm good for three like Adidas, but today don't cross the line
They glorified doin'dirt, we purified
We can't cross paths, that's cross contamination on the vibes
Got a dead pants on sanitation on the side
Bro you not my mans, I don't know if you disguised
Sayin' everythin' you flow, if I didn't look up
I might think it's true that I know you as a lie
Fuck that, kiss 'em goodbye like "Muah"
With some Mack Glock, nasty
Spit a flow, make 'em flood it, make a reservoir
Pullin' planes outta my ghetto repertoire
Name buzzin' on the ethanol, nigga
Dope shit to sell a brick of coke to a locksmith
Step on the keys to success, then tell 'em "Yeah, I'm locked in"
It's like that, I'm really him, so you won't get the mic back, stop it
Profits, got a vision, just lineaged ya optics
I likes a menace like men to deminish your pockets
Sinister, but it's regular fuckin' some nazis
Six feet, that's how deep in the streets the plot gets
These days niggas will hold you down to hold you hostage
Hold up, you only watch while we take your wrist
Now you froze up, the word is in, that's why they chose us
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the word is in
[Verse 6: Eric]
I talk to Jesus, tell him about my demons
As a sinner I stand between the concept good and evil
Send out the sermon, but I'm not your deacon
We not religious, but these verses hittin' like Churches, turn 'em to believers
Hip Hop's back, early eighties until upper nineties
Nigga this is that crack and when we rap, we really stack
Bring that Boom Bap back, they feenin'
For something that might give them substance, I tell you they need it
They calling us fuckin' genius
It's Coast Contra, now who's gonna weather the four seasons
The coldest flows will turn your hottest rapper anemic
Got chosen, the truth besieges
I keep it stoic, I know they weakness
Our para-allegiance started the Coast Contra beacon
Givin' the light to those seekin'
The fire defying thesis, so they can find out what peace is
Keep tryin', I am Eric Jamal
Philly nigga, yeah I came here to draw
Who gon' tell I'm wrong for writing what's right from wrong
I get it from God
Not to keep it, but to give it to y'all
See, we here to provide, but some of you niggas is killing my vibe
Low frequencies be killing my high
Listen dawg, I am all for it, I ball for it
If I fall, Eric Jamal, crawl for it
I want my Net to hit number one, like Crawford
And it's art form, I'm literally gonna talk to 'em
It's imperative to switch the narrative
Look at our heritage, I come from pyramids, born in America, not American
Look at my fair skin, don't treat me fairly
Fucking arrogance, it's so embarrassing built off a character
That's why the people chose us
[Verse 7: Rio]
Ay, I give it back, cause when you die you never take it
So take my heart and sing along in every language
Visualize the letters and peep yourself our endeavors
Recognize the hard times, and pride isn't even mentioned
The street's voice, I got to write cause I don't got a choice
Dropped outta high school, all of my setbacks got me sent to this point
My genius gave my nine-to-five purpose to be unemployed
My posse spittin raps I used to jot in the back of Rejoice
From sleepin' in the back of a bus to wakin' up inside a Royce
And tryna fill the void that they had resurrected, and the feelings they had destroyed
Build up, you boys and girls
Just because you can rhyme that don't mean that you should rap
So many rappers lack purpose in this whack
If I don't hear enough pain inside your verses
I will run it back, again broke my heart a million ways
But I kept comin' back, I haven't looked back since the day I said I do
Street sweeper flies over the moon, with the same broom
Haven't looked back since the day I said I do
Now the street sweeper flies over the moon with the same broom
{Verse 8: Ras}
Ayo, I climbed the Eiffel, cursed your name, like "Pardon my French" so spiteful
Spit that shit now watch the drip beside you, still can't find a rifle
The God MC, I seek a challenge, like the rhyme, Bible
A fine line between my book of rhymes and Iro
Envoke a different convo, higher thoughts will shock your mind
But mostly find you niggas in denial, we literally swam the Nile
Found that flow within a mile, got 'em drownin' tryna attempt the style
Now it's dirty water, lookin' like Flint man
Y'all buck nice, won't lock jaws in a pit fight
Tight shit, Mike Vic might just dislike, you don't sit right
On the throne, bitch, type XX, they don't ever really get Y
Chromosomes stand up, man up on ya own
Just stand up for ya own
We're screamin' "Hands up", most niggas had they hands out all along
I don't mean to beg, but nigga please can you move along?
I heard the V5-4 big steps on the microphone, back when dem lights was not on
My future been bright all along
Had fire on wax and nobody candle light, tryna write these poems
Grew up to like these poems
My inner child write these, I recite these for 'em, hype these for 'em
On a Supreme Being, getcha hypeman on, nightmare form
Who raised the bar, we figured you tryna adjust the mic stand for 'em
Believe this, I speak the truth fluent through broken English
My slanguage is spoken by linguists
Come get your mind fucked, my stroke of genius
Keep me from a casket, that's no joke, I mean it
I earned my livin', bro, my ashes might just envoke a phoenix
I'm different, a judge can't even budge my life decisions
I swear I got the most conviction and my pen the most efficient
I need my freedom under no conditions, word to all y'all politicians
It's different, dawg, that's why the people chose us ("Chose us")
[Outro: Ras]
Fuck y'all talkin about?
Ay nigga, let me talk my shit! Fuck! It took me too long to get here!
Ay Kev, I'm done with these niggas bro!
Ayo word, I swear on God, everyone of you rappers
((Whooping)) nigga
[Shoutouts]
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