Songtext The renaissance Pro.Era

The renaissance

featuring Ala Sole and Joey Bada$$
produced by Tre Eiht Special

(Verse)
From the era of the bombastic, it’s bad, man, I’m sick of the raps,
Move cats and naps when I rip the rhythm fast
Killing the mash, cold glam, represent the clan,
Your green showed it in grass, my nigger, just relax.
Before we make MCs run I don’t blame guns
But I spit straight bullets like I ate some.
Who go shape gun, I need, I go pay some,
Never been defeated, tell em better break a leg, son
You know the guard stays pine bros and fine bros.
I made rapids fall easy on the mic ball,
I’m no life form but object if your mind is right,
Despite the trife, no brother can sit beside my side.
I leave a nice out, no edit and no better than
I set it in, I shift and cause a weather in.
Fuck your status, man, we just sat, forget presidents,
Fresh more lutes in the water they like the clamidus.
Specialists, you thirsty niggers need a beverage
I bet you check back and clap then I’m all for that.
You niggers need to stop that awful rap,
I’m all for rap but it’s hard for MCs have to offer up
Get off this pass, attack it where to throw the trash,
I trade trash any nigger who try to pass.
You pick the mess, we’re coming out for all the stacks
But to back back give me that, give me the stick just fuck that.

(Chorus)
Sometimes they can survive bitches,
Sometimes they all decide just come in laughing
And it’s hard to decide when you try surviving them
World of fake guys, fake guys, stay in disguise.

(Verse)
I take walks at the back of my mind
Came in call some source of force of mankind
Some niggers is vampires, bloodsuckers
Take it for blood butters,
Till they do it forbidden in the way that they fit in.
I beat shit that’s mad headed,
Had it in this cool car, can act like I have it in me.
Only thing getting popped is mommy who topless
Five fingers sharp lift high just when I drop this
Over them a chop list
Only place to be is where you match your face
Nigger, stop it, I’m in the cockpit with the pilot
Money I pile it, stack them in palace
God MCs spitting rap desireless
Hold your eyelids wide open, cause I leave
Niggers ain’t got time for breaks, big mistake.
While you sleep we take your plate, leave you scrape,
Beast coast you know but you can’t relate.
It’s the anthem, get your damn head up
Spirits like sick cases attacking switch dazes.
Fuck a chick standards, don’t check me for my grammar,
Got the bars on lock, but can’t get handcuffed
Get your door damn scarf, trying to kick it with me and my niggers
Lift it off the eight flash, shit is mad wicked.
They only pay for it when we start spinning.
We ain’t in to win it on the else we see before the spinage
It take money to make money, streets ain’t safe for me
You’re the block we hop in the day sunny.
Don’t say funny, look both ways when we cross air,
Last train found dead caught in the closet,
That’s a regular report here, but you’re controlling all year
But only support dears.
Watch witch lane you swirv your life
Fast life, fast learn until you turn into danger service.