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[MC known as Science is now known as I-Con] [INTRO: I-Con {Logik)] Yo yo, yo Logik, yo what up dog? (What up I-Con, what up baby?) Yo how ya been pa, how ya been pa? (Yo I was uptown in the train man. Talking some ill type drama I heard?) Yo for real, uptown? (Yeah, like he was dissing for white mall) What's the deal? [Logik (I-Con)] He spoke to this dude Blake Came back for one of the niggas from his crew, wait (Was he undisputed and moving weight?) Nah, he was more like a cruiser weight But where he at? (He called in hollering he'd be a little late) (Hung over, strung over leftovers from the sick date) But back to that kid Blake He done laced me with the info On how we used to roll with nymphoes Settle business only on flip phones (word?) He said he swtiched tones, went straight and arrow, in the ??? now Had a cat, stab you in the back and extract your bone marrow Songtexte [I-Con] Yeah that's that niggas Portishead, word life I heard the God was dead Them live niggas with high figures kept on bucking the more he bled {Was that nigga on the mend?} The streets took him over His peeps had him looking over the Escorts When he got hauled, he confessed all Hoping to ge the best of, what that D.A. offerred But he came out, he was three days clocked {Where he at?} That spot behind that Green Day concert Tried to play hardball but the G's played harder Matter of fact cats vaselined[?] his father [I-Con] Yo E, eh yo E [Eclipse] waht up my nigga? [I] How ya been pa? [E] What y'all saying man? [I] Ya hear them cats from uptown blazed the fuck outta Portishead, man? [E] Oh shit [Logi] Lit him up [E] Yo I know about them niggas yo [Eclipse, Logik, I-Con] [E] Yo that's ill, for real they had an insatiatable fill for bills Thrill to kill [L] But that one nigga Billy's achilles heal was this chicken Mil [I] She as a trifling as hoe, she rocked Bosco Accosted dudes at every barbeque Walking around with her ass exposed [L] Yo she always had to pose, didn't know she had stored Half the coke up in the caserole But that was going on [E] Yo hold on, y'all niggas got it all worng Besides the skimpy clothes, she had her art form Plus she only worked with knowledge and how to lick coke In all forms, with some Columbian cats is where she got her sauvy from Though used to hate 'em, called them niggas fake maricons [L] I see you quoting his words What yo roll with this herb? [E]Ya well, we used to run together Him in the Second, me on the Third [L] I guess you had visions of homebase Hoping both clicks could have merge [E] Word, we held hits 'til shit was submerged Chips could splurge, but one of his niggas, Portishead He was a bitch and a herb I couldn't feel the real in his words, that's what I observed And if you asked me when he was knocked He just got what deserved [I] Yo marking the words I'm feeling sure the words served a personal grudge Type of hit, if push to shove turned to murderous lust [E] yeah nigga all of the above, I got no love Should've seen that nigga's face when the glock showed up [I] Yo you speak of the kid like you seen him get hit [L] Probably did [E] Aight, fuck it, I was actually hid It was a dark, ??? down storm Quiet in the sound, eternally blown sky high vibing to Coppertone Faces of shitstains bloddied up like clothes as I worn Eyes lited up like shouldn't have come As I formally stated, it was way past dawn And, seeing visions of death But he was way past gone, way past mourn Iron clad ears made of Teflon made it hard for him to change his platform [I] Yo that's a sad song, played over a monotone backbone [E] 'Cause seen the shots, blown his wig back he switched time zones [I] Nothing like cheese in his calzone I guess his style got thrown [E] I heard a swift up in the background And with a grapple of thunder, as shells piled up [I] Thought he couldn't be touched [E] Pain increase like bills pile up [I] Then the ER came up [E] Still, it wasn't enough It left him awe struck, by the blood bath 'Cause the scene was such [I] Yo E, if you wasn't cousin I think you know way too much [L] Matter fact, I'm saying black I'm contemplating you bus [E] For real it's a battlefield, in guns we trust When I saw him it was in post mortem Alright, you know what Fuck it, I shot him! [echoed] Aus Songtexte Mania