Lyrics Conversation - Honor Flow Productions feat. Shadows of Society

Put us in the conversation HFP
Put us in the conversation SOS
Put us in the conversation

I'm from the city where these niggas mean mug when they drive by
On the corner hustling, roses and bean pies
Niggas think they wavy but ain't gotta surf board
Live from the West where we quake the earth's core
Niggas think they got bars, can't even bench press
Rapping with your tracks and you call that success
I turned down, the turn up Accepting the average
Elbow drops and Slim Jims, Oh yeah Savage
New triple threat in the rap game, I'm peerless
They don't hear me tho, they Holyfield, they earless
Gonna know The Flow and The Ghost of The Shadows
Black Panthers, Black Avengers, you're Thanos
A son, a brother, a lover, and a rebel
With the gift of gab to touch the suburbs and the ghetto
Young, Black, ambitions, educated
In these life and times the most celebrate and hated

Love, Money, Power, Shine, Move out, I'ma get mine
Put us in the conversation, Put us in the conversation
Put us in the conversation, Put us in the conversation
Soul, hustle, my drive
Put cha hands up in the sky
Put us in the conversation, Put us in the conversation
Put us in the conversation, Put us in the conversation

Since age 9, I was destined to shine
It was written in the stars, God was calling me WISE
Shit the whole crew, stars, constellations align
When we up on this grind, which is every time, say goodbye
To the things I can't really afford
Me and you in completion, on a different accord
I was put here for a purpose, you just want the allure
Screaming Shadows on the rise A couple Grammys in store

Emerged from darkness, straight outta the mothership
Since high school, we've been another tip
The otherness, doing it for the love of it
Take every verse I ever wrote and rap it in public
Been at since the prelude, now we at the intro
Been brothers for 7 years, now we all kinfolk
Sticking with oLd SouL, beats hittin' like a kendo
Gettin' better, and now we finally rapping to the tempo, yo

Love, Money, Power, Shine, Move out, I'ma get mine
Put us in the conversation, Put us in the conversation
Put us in the conversation, Put us in the conversation
Soul, hustle, my drive
Put cha hands up in the sky
Put us in the conversation, Put us in the conversation
Put us in the conversation, Put us in the conversation

Call me Hank McCoy, I'm a fuckin' beast
Hailin' from the West, got love for the East
And on the West, live east of the 110
So get the fuck out my way, 'cuz I'm going in
Yo, fuck your conversation, I got somethin' to say
Got somethin' for the world by way of L.A
You know that city of the angels is where I stay
S.O.S. and Honor Flow yo, we don't play
I'll put this hook in your ears and I'll drag you by your temples
Pop you like a fuckin' pimple for messin' with the simple
Real fuckin' people want real fuckin' music
And a lot of muthafuckas just ain't used to it
Blame it on this age, only focused on appearances
Only question is, Where are the real lyricists
No need to look, Muthafuckas here it is
Only real fuckin' life and not showbiz

Nigga it's a murder scene
We slide up in conversations with no vaseline
Rappers better cling to their chains
Under the SOS and HFP reign

Listen, speaking to beats is my reason to breathe
It ain't for just getting hoes, or gleaming and bling
Tryna elevate the culture, not just rapping for fame
Transmute the passion and pain and their capital gains
My purpose with this rap shit is transcending the soul
That's why it hits the sprit when you listen, hearing the flows
Critics is cold, quick to say you're wack as shit
Despite the fact that they ain't never fuckin' grabbed the pen

Bitch, declaring when I made it, that's my proclamation
Spittin' like I got, got Tour, re, re, rettes, peep the exclamation
Put us in the conversation Wider scope Still hot
Still serving crack to the fends, through this ink that I bleed
Break the padlock open
Haters chiming in like they gassed up, smokin'
I have been reminiscing on my past life, hoping ya'll would get another taste of this
Shadows on the rise, better label me your favorite Nigga

Love, Money, Power, Shine, Move out, I'ma get mine
Put us in the conversation, Put us in the conversation
Put us in the conversation, Put us in the conversation
Soul, hustle, my drive
Put cha hands up in the sky
Put us in the conversation, Put us in the conversation
Put us in the conversation, Put us in the conversation