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Mutant mountain, mountain of truth, youth fountain shouting you, shouting you owe me 8 dollars don’t you. 8 bucks I’m counting you’s a countess of “Ooo”. Them 16 bars meant a lot around my avenue. Could’ve bought you a pretty bridge to walk through, could've learned to re-rock, re-rock til snot oozed. Could’ve built you a box to shit and talk through. I was on top of the world with two tacos I copped new. Now I stomp this pot my piss sought, I’m not old as dis pops with kids and a wristwatch. Risk it all for this bitch, hope this chick forgive and give lots of hugs. Or throw fits with fits and flip off my love.
Baby don’t forget the city while I’m dying, whole head filled with lions, whole head filled with iron.
Baby don’t forget the city while I’m crying, whole dead filled with liars, whole head filled with clients.
Baby don’t forget the city while I’m dying, whole head filled with lions, whole head filled with iron.
Baby don’t forget the city while I’m lying, underneath the pale moonlight…
Cripples crawl city blocks. My doggy piss, where wonky chicks divy cock. That’s city talk my g. I’m focused on my family, my family focused on me. Some of the fam hope is less important to potency of weed. We’d be a lot more open to komodo dragon, dragging its feet. Rather than motorboat, paddywagon, braggin you geeked. On my mother, your aunt Patty. I’m sad as I speak, mad as a bastard that be rapping this piece. I’ve racked, I’ve sniffed, yo I’ve bagged it up. I’ve seen meth smoked, cracked cooked, and sat in bluffs. I’ve macked, I’ve lacked, yo I’ve wrapped it up. No babies yet, but yo young baby face coming up!
Baby don’t forget the city while I’m dying, whole head filled with lions, whole head filled with iron.
Baby don’t forget the city while I’m crying, whole dead filled with liars, whole head filled with clients.
Baby don’t forget the city while I’m dying, whole head filled with lions, whole head filled with iron.
Baby don’t forget the city while I’m lying, underneath the pale moonlight…
M34N STR33T is a two-piece – composed of producer Haunted Gauntlet and emcee Conny Franko – pushing themselves in new
directions lyrically and musically. Verses exploring themes of joy, loss, and rage glide and jab over a sonic landscape that references and reassembles the sounds of the times....more
Soul-searching hip-hop from this Florida rapper, with lyrics that dig deep and take an unflinching look at life’s questions. Bandcamp New & Notable May 1, 2023