The Underachievers
Текст песни Land Of Lords

Raised in flatbush, hard in brooklyn
The peace coast with us, kes ghost when flow stutters
Like cobra, so live for I show the blocks no chauffeur
Coast to coast, same shit, I'm that focus
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 how
Bank rose be my occupation for the moment
Elevated, overthrow the government, you know we on it
Have your 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
Jay leave them z, women for the ...center open
You hopin, I crash this plane, never man
I'm in the legendary lane, jayz like tarzan
Hitting jayz like tarzan, fuck you and your man

Pick it up, where my brother left it off
Purple tronks, sour diesel be the few for all my brooklyn lords

Living large, watch out for coppers, you know they makin noise
Flappers grow, and rate the...boys
Jaja knows, been out the majors since like ...knows
Switching flows like a brooklyn nigga only sposed to dump
I count my pesos, I let my brain girl
Watch out for my endo cause they tailin hailows
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
And no hope for niggas that be blessin our brain
Grove you death smoke, like my urban chateau
Blunt to the sun chal, can't walk a mile in my shoes
Cause we run that brooklawn
You get it, we bringing change, motherfuck your game fame

I delete your ...gotta clear my name
You niggas fucking shooters, we the majors of this game
So take a seat nigga, and let the god teach nigga
Don't wanna po preach with you, but one of us soul killers
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 hopp 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, ...with a blood clot
10 boys, world's fair, zombies, pro era, asap
New york, new york, that's west out, west out

We're 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 mental, 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...
You the razor fuckin image of riddim and the corn
Your corpse is paid, so we just squeeze lemonades
Flatbush brooklyn, what the fuck I'm gonna stay in
And I be chillin with my villains climbin on the fuckin millions
And blow it on the loud till a nigga touch the ceilin
That's the end of the song, and nigga know me can do no wrong
Body and tracks, division the back of the cadillac.