The Renaissance Lyrics - Singles - Pro Era

[A La $ole] 

Straight from the fucking dungeon raps 

[Verse 1: A La $ole] 

From the era of the boom baps 

Spiggity splat man, I'm sick with the raps 

Move caps and naps when I rip the rhythm fast 

Killing the mass, Crooklyn, represent the clan 

Your green shorter than grass, my nigga, just relax 

Before we make emcees run, I don't play guns 

But I spit straight bullets like I ate some 

Who gone shake 'em, none of y'all can pace 'em 

Never been defeated, better time to break a leg, son 

You know the Gawd stay pipe broads and write bars 

I make rappers fall easy on the mic brawl 

I know life hard, better check if your mind is right 

Despite the trife, no brother can step inside my sight 

I leave them lights out, no Edison, I'm better than 

When I set it in, I shift then cause a weatherin' 

Fuck your settings man, we just out for dead presidents 

Rush more loot to my wallet, then light the clematis 

The specialist, you thirsty niggas need a beverage 

I'll bend your chick back and clap, then I'm off of that 

You niggas need to stop that awful rap 

I'm all for rap, but its sad what emcees have to offer rap 

Get off and spazz, attack whoever talking trash 

I'll straight thrash any nigga who try to pass 

You peep the mask, we coming out for all the stacks 

Better back back 

Give me that, give me that, take this, fuck that 

[Hook x2: Joey Bada$$] 

Sometimes niggas will ride with ya, sometimes the 

Other side just come alive in em 

And it's hard to decide when you trynna survive 

In a, world of fake lies, fake guys, and snakes in the sky 

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] 

I take walks in the back of my mind 

Came across all sorts of faults in mankinds 

Some niggas is vampires and bloodsuckers 

'Stake em for blood brothers 

Til they do the forbidden to get in where he fit in 

I peep shit that's mad hidden 

Had the writtens, cool, calm, collect like I had the Ritalin 

Only thing getting popped is, mami who topless 

Five finger shoplift, hotlist when I drop this 

Over the Metropolis 

Only place you be is where yo metro fees 

Nigga, stop it, I'm in the cockpit, with the pilot 

Money I pile it, stylin' Impalas 

God emcees spitting Rikers Islands 

Hold your eyelids, wide open, cause how I live 

Niggas ain't got time for breaks, big mistake 

While you sleep, we'll take your plate, leave it scraped 

Beast coast, you know! But you can't relate 

It's the anthem, get your damn hands up 

Split wigs like sick cancers, attack then switch stanzas 

Fuck a chick's standards, no chick before my grammar 

Got the bars on lock, but can't get handcuffed 

Get your Jordans scuffed, trying to kick it with me and my niggas 

Lifted off the eighth leg, shit is mad wicked 

They on they pivot when we started spinning 

We in it to win it, only L's we see be full of spinach 

It take money to make money, streets ain't safe, honey 

Yeah the block be hot but it ain't sunny, don't strafe 

Funny, look both ways when you cross here 

Last dread found dead caught in the crosshairs 

That's a regular report here 

Patrol patrolling all year, but only support theirs 

Watch which lane you swerving, fast life, fast learning 'till you're 

Turning indentured servants