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Double Diadem (Intro)
02:04
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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!
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Good Manners
01:23
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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
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Turn Up
02:39
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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
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Banner Of Odin
03:47
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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
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La Selva (feat. Vinkee)
02:33
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[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.
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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
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True FDP
04:21
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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….
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[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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