Land Of Lords Lyrics - Indigoism - The Underachievers

[Verse 1:] 

Raised in Flatbush, born in Brooklyn 

The beast coast with us, kes ghost when flow stutters 

Like cobra, so live for I show the blocks no chauffeur 

Coast to coast, the same shit, I'm that focused 

Hold up, Brooklyn they sat frontals how we roll up 

Fucking numbers, tryina bless fuck with no fuss 

Thrown on aroma, sour diesel, higher than my ego, cino 

Hold a bitch closer than my pesos, you lay ho 

Bank rolls be my occupation for the moment 

Elevated, overthrow the government, you know we on it 

Higher minds, fire burning, I don't care what you concern with LSD 

On the DV, check the KP floating 

I know you beat the steeze, golden like I'm chosen 

Jays leave em Z, way before the Berkeley center open 

You hopin, I crash this plane, never man 

I'm in the legendary lane, hitin Janes like Tarzan 

Hitting Janes like Tarzan, fuck you and your men 

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Pick it up, where my brother left it off 

Purple drunk, sour diesel be the feud for all my Brooklyn lords 

Brooklyn lords, there's no control 

You niggas lame, I'm going hard 

[Verse 2:] 

Living large, watch out for coppers, you know they makin noise 

Flappers grow, rate the right shots as we ride there by our boys 

Jaja knows, been out the majors since like snotty nose 

Switching flows like a Brooklyn nigga on these folks too dope 

I count my pesos, I let my brain girl 

Watch out for my endo cause they tailin halos, know they hate though 

It's 'cause we clean on the block, living dreams on the clock 

Keep the weed round my team, so we lean in the spot 

The beats ghost we better than most folks 

Ain't no hope for niggas that be guessin our brain growth, you dead smoked 

Like my urban chateau blunt to the sun child 

Can't walk a mile in my shoes cause we run that Brookline 

You get it? We bringing change, motherfuck your game fame 

I don't need your damn approval, gotta clear my name 

You niggas fucking shooters, we the matches of this game 

So take a seat nigga, and let a God teach nigga 

Don't wanna pro preach with you, but one of us soul killers 

Other than Cho runner don't be sendin no sinners 

[Verse 3:] 

No sinners, no frienemies, praying they all enemies 

I grip your life, don't get to grip, just fist fight 

Knuckle up, fuck happen and scrapin 

Niggas ain't tough enough for the bus to slump 

Then show a brother love, that's why you can't fuck with us 

Ah, I remember them hoop dreams 

Thought I was the one like high king 

Jump shot me, till a nigga hit a pot steam 

Then a nigga drop rock like a fiend 

That 2 train, till the last stop that man block 

Man shots, 10 pun the way to the buck puck with a blood clot 

[Verse 4:] 

10 boys, world's fair, zombies, pro era, ASAP 

New York, New York, that's where it's at, where it's at 

We the new New York, better protect your neck 

When you're looking at the guard, take another step back 

Cause we soarin, while niggas borin, see me tourin 

A nigga been chosen to elevate most men, til we go deep 

And caught my cedar, that's of course 

Cause my bitch she wants a horse 

But I mind just say for fuck it and go cop that shit got porsche 

My mama want a crib, I tell my motherfucker called 

You done raise a fucking deamon child of riddim and the corn 

Your corpse is paid, so we just squeeze lemonades 

Flatbush Brooklyn, where the fuck I'm gonna stay? 

And I be chillin with my villains climbin on the fuckin milli 

And blowin on the loud till a nigga touch the ceiling aha 

[Outro:] 

That's the end of the song, and nigga know me can do no wrong 

Body and tracks, division the back of the Cadillac, now you know all this shit 

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