Trust In Us, by Pantu & Long John

Trust In Us

by Pantu & Long John

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1.	Double Diadem (Intro) 02:04	lyrics	buy track
Ay yoyo let me… let mu just drop this knowledge right quick you know So you can get your cerebral cortex in tune with the sounds that you feeling right now Pantu and Long John brought to you by Rest In Press and JTAG Crew So yo yo… Check it! This is 2021 and you can’t trust shit out here you know You can’t trust the government, can’t trust the church You can’t trust religion, can’t trust your neighbour, can’t trust your hood Can’t trust even your family sometimes yo You can’t trust business corporations You can’t trust the television You can’t trust the press But you know what? You can still trust music man Especially when its coming from the heart and the brain In the knowledge that we dropping Every single time consistently We never stop giving you the best So listen… fuck with ya boys and support the real yo cos’ this year… We gonna take this shit to the top man we gonna bring it higher So just relax roll a fat one pour a fresh one and listen to this real shit right here yo From Italy to worldwide Trust In Us!
2.	Good Manners 01:23	lyrics	buy track
Top of the morning to all Everyday i wake up give praise to jah This energy that pervades I Dont praise the lord Cos i dont get paid by my faith in god Anyway Bismillah My momma told me watcha got is alot she told me it aint about a watch Or the guacamole Money and the hoes on the whole is unholy. Happy to be alive mother earths my bride Yeah. I learn to fly Gotsta have it to release the prize increase ya size thats the secret how we survive Positivity is alot indeed The best things in life are free what would ya like to be Try to succeed remember to always say thank you and please
3.	Turn Up 02:39	lyrics	buy track
Yo its hot and scorchin Dropped a fortune Chopped a portion but Im not divorcin Speak with caution weak and nautious Chillin in the heat Got these freaks abortin On the streets of lagos Sun dried tomato Try barbados you can pay with pesos And lace hoes with great clothes I suppose we was made To be brave and lay low cos It be hot and sweaty And this city like the Serengeti I be petty when it come to fetti Sed we rock machetes Isa pity that the cops are ready Dedly force just to lock me jedis But we neva turn down We turn up Take me to the dance then we roll up Go nuts gunna blow up If they wanna fuck around we tell em so what Slow up if they wanna buss a round We want no violence inna god damn town Depose tyrants and them rotten clowns Searchin for a conscience inna lost and found so Watchu say dem back up back up Its time to make dem pack up pack up Sellin drugs gotta bag bag up But Somehow the weight never add up add up Got rats inna sewer drunk off kahlua In moscow with dima burn down the Duma We talkin about F.E.M.A democracy's tumor Needa breather so I move to Aruba Still in cancun middle of june shakin ass like Trina inna blue lagoon Looks like a moon big and round Drink mad bru when im in Antown Yo now im on the move Needle on the groove For the record im an honest dude Ask an oracle if ya want the truth all The distance that i travelled astronomical From here to there and back again had a jem that my grand nana sent way back when Got no need for a friend cos he can pretend i'd rather have an enemy because he can repent Yo but we never turn down we turn up take them to the dance then we roll up Gotta grow up before ya blow up And if they wanna fuck around then we tell em hold up
4.	Banner Of Odin 03:47	lyrics	buy track
Stop look listen and observe whats new If ya need some tuition don’t return to school All ya needs intuition you’ll be learning soon Rules of religion only serving fools The system of today be made to raise slaves Cradle to the grave obey the great sage The state of da nations to blame for fake claims Make way for the saviour that came to break chains Corageus arrangements could be contagious All that we need is a little patience Guns turn to roses I don’t run with posers My body is a temple till it decomposes Split da sea like Moses made a gee like Joseph The family won’t grieve cos’ they see my motives Is to be like locusts ya regime type bogus Jelousy and envy can breed psychosis Trust in no one No body trust in you Gotta bust yo gun Or somebody gonna be busting you Its a matter of hoping Im sorry but its up ta you Under the banner of Odin You chosen nobody is a substitute My lil’ bro Edo put keys onna scale All the G’s in the ghetto got a reason to sell Police want da rebels to be seated in jail If weed be the devil y’all gonna see me inhale The system is devised to keep us alive Deaf dumb and blind but we must survive Open your eyes dont eat up the lies Of the leaders who intrigue us but leave us to die Survive in cancer thats straight gangsta Love to get a head ima neck romancer Not a necromancer who raise the dead Id rather raise my kids and get paid instead Getting green like grocers then I lean like sofas All these hating muthafuckas just increase my focus Ya best Release my bonus or I’ll bust ya bubble Ya bitch too easy she’s a four piece puzzle Nobody is a substitute
5.	Doppler Effect (Interlude) 01:32	info	buy track
6.	La Selva (feat. Vinkee) 02:33	lyrics	buy track
[Verse 1: Long John] Hip hop got a wound it turned septic Hip hop is pop now accept it Label make guap but don’t wanna invest it The block that you leaving look alot like brexit Drop top lexus im on a top notch guestlist Its why the opps got restless Save a spot for the extras This the nexus that connects us to da next shit Future to future thy hand cock the ruger beebop a lula My baby she pop bazooka Hit a president make a movie Zapruder True to the game who is to blame A few been ashamed when ya moving ya lane Accusing the same that be choosin the fame But in truth it be all about improving ya name [Verse 2: Vinkee] Yo no me creo el más macho Aunque vengo de un cito de donde el mas chévere man se cree el más macho Dice el nido para que encajes en los ganchos Aunque se que algunos no entenderían ni así lo pague con cachos distinción de ningún tipo a todos el mismo trato aunque desordenado mi cuaderno es mi despacho Nunca clasifico el caos que hay en el sitio que ha habido retacto. Asumo que no lo perfumo porque la ciencia se tiene de innato La práctica no me hace maestro pone siempre mis garabatos, por eso soy de los que dicen no sé venden y luego se venden barato. En busca de amor puro Odio puro al primer contacto, prefiero tacto de seguridad no significa que rece su marco Y no me jacto, solo me arto, por eso te parto, como tu tropiezo, pero más odioso cuando me levanto pero sin ningún hediondo, todos andan con zapatos, con alguna tela marcada porque la selva la están devastando. Se ponen ropa marcada porque la selva la están devastando.
7.	All The Above (feat. Dj Whip) 02:09	lyrics	buy track
What do ya like? Knockin out beats or rockin the mic If you wanted to fight Hit him with the left then again with a right Its a saturday night groove it On the dancefloor move it Fluid show n prove who the truest Armstrong like Louis Ya dig doin it big Puffin on a cuban or lighting a sig This the life that we live lighten up kid Tell me why you all stiff and biting your lip Puttem up up Puttem up up Tell me watcha like motherfucker Puttem up up Puttem up up If you don’t love nothing shut the fuck up Watchu into? Gettin high sippin wine steady flipping rhymes Watchu into? Getting down dancing to a tune all in the crowd Watchu into? Gettin laid hittin dames and steady gettin paid Watchu into? Making love with my woman when i make her come And all the above. What is your taste? Do ya want it in powder, do you want it in paste? If you want you can base Or sniff it till ya cant feel yo face I dont judge so tell me what do you love is it the drugs or all the spirits ya chug If your passion is lust don’t give it up steady dickin’ up a chick in her butt In the back of the club or ruba dub dub dub in the hot tub with a bottle of bub Models n sluts they gobble and glug Can’t pretend they came to swallow and suck Puttem up up Puttem up up Tell me what you love motherfucker Listen up up Listen up up If you don’t love nothing shut the fuck up
8.	True FDP 04:21	lyrics	buy track
Sippin margaritas at the Monkey bar senorita is something wrong? Said I wanna meet her get my humping on But she actin like a diva in a country song She stand by her man on her own two feet Tryna pretend that she not gonna cheat Undercover freak not so cheap Should I eat her out or take her out to eat Im givin her the biz at the resto riz This chick was in shock cos I tip too big Said what the bloodclot my tip too big? Wait until ya see what my dick do bitch Switch change position I say missionary aint my muthafuckin mission Wanna play pictionary in addition to my vision Got 5 more senses to pleasure a pigeon Im a true... True Figlio Di Puttana Onna holiday with a friend of mine Met a girl with a scent so fine She the one that got away can’t pretend to cry Gonna think about her ways till the end of time Body mad fly her soul sublime only 25 when when i told da lie Then i towed the line She rolled her eyes Watch the sun rise and we rolled da lah No disguise tongues tied And the silence of the night subside Don’t cry don’t cry I’m a hold you till the day that i die Broken promises demolishes Our confidence now we incompetent In the game of love we played enough With a paintbrush ima lay the touch Now lets fuck lets fuck….
9.	C'est Long (feat. Vaitea) 02:55	lyrics	buy track
[Verse 1: Long John] Sipping on my cherry peach soda By the end of February reach quota My lady teach yoga she knows I ain’t a poser J’accuse those in power Emile Zola Gee hova embrace ya messiah Gon be relevant until the day i expire Never sober puff on Mariah With my sister Vaitea we be bringin that fire Try ya luck chump and fight with us Ya might get bust tonight if ya like it ruff Twice as tough upon the mic Like a Tyson glove Since these punchlines i write comin twice the umph uh Feel it in the spirit when i grab it and i rip it Got talent and im gifted But that dont mean im different Theres a lot of other rappers that be arrogant as this kid But not a lot of average spitters Have passed statistics [Verse 2: Vaitea] Impros et featurings, j'suis une pro de la fête quand j'me pose sur le ring en baskets et casquette, en pleine quête de ma prose, j'ai eu ma dose de défaites, ma tribu á perpéte aux quatre coins de la planète on en sait long (trés, trés long, ouais) plus long qu'une baguette, c'est sur c'est un fait, oui j'en ai le coeur net so don't sweat the technique, on est armés au bic, gare aux deux ritals kiwi qui sèment la panique... Car des rimes on en a des paquets, on est plus qu'au taquet, sur nos cahiers surbookés de mots lyrical bukkake, des flows plein la bouche, pas de sainte nitouche au mic même s'il y a trop de chelous, que le monde est fou et que tout se compte en likes, il faut qu'on s'aime et qu'on sème qu'on s'aide et qu'on cede ,j'évolue , j'reste la même, ouais, je procède même en scred' prophète sans apôtres d'un concept sans adeptes mais tout c'qui compte c'est ce que t'as dans la tête… N’est-ce pas?

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released January 29, 2021

Produced by Pantu

Music by Pantu
Lyrics by Long John

Featuring: Vinkee, Vaitea & Dj Whip

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