Текст песни Empathy - Lloyd Banks feat. Freddie Gibbs
Yeah
Mo'fuckers
know
what
time
it
is,
man
This
is
the
course
of
the
inevitable
Yo,
the
audacity
it
takes
to
rank
me
with
the
style
I
invented
Wear
my
credentials
like
it's
jewelry,
thinkin'
my
flowers
cemented
To
hell
with
honorable
mentions,
artists
are
comical,
temptin'
Horrible
albums,
new
ventin',
three
pounds
of
vomit,
who
sent
'em?
Stereo
blood
they
laughin',
they
helium'd
up
your
last
king
Can't
muzzle
me
up
with
no
coffin,
won't
hit
me
with
no
vaccine
Goons
in
the
black
Beam,
turn
your
crew
to
a
track
team
Highly
viewed
on
the
rap
scene,
sly
maneuvers
and
cash
streams
Flee
from
the
copper
sound,
racist
coppers,
they
chop
us
down
Ounces
of
14K,
you
R.I.P.
boxes
with
rocks
around
None
of
y'all
profit
bound,
crypt
the
equipment
out
the
sockers
now
Get
with
the
art
or
drown,
rubber
bands
stackin'
up
dollar
pounds
Revenge
is
on
its
job,
karma'll
sneak
a
gun
in
softly
Been
callin'
up
to
God,
startin'
to
think
He
hung
up
on
me
Number
orgy,
figured
you
need
some
incentive
to
come
support
me
One
or
two
flips
I'm
out
of
here
Hit
the
work
with
a
somersault,
we
on
I
can
still
hear
the
money
calling,
I
done
been
out
the
way
too
long
Nothing
out
here
is
more
important,
put
in
the
spot
where
I
belong
Gotta
know
how
to
take
a
loss,
give
me
that
curse
when
I
was
born
The
last
nigga
that
go
to
sleep
will
be
the
first
to
be
put
on
Live
all
your
days
like
it's
your
Last
'cause
in
a
blink
you
could
be
gone
You
rather
love
or
will
respect?
Showin'
that
love'll
get
you
harmed
Won't
be
no
empathy
'cause
you
Going
through
it,
gotta
be
strong
(yeah)
It's
always
easier
for
you
to
do
wrong
(Big
Rabbit
Gang)
Yuh,
went
on
a
yacht,
got
seasick,
can't
fuck
on
the
boat
no
more
A
key
of
wap
mixed
with
that
cut,
guess
I
don't
sell
dope
no
more
Synthetics,
mafia
methods,
like
I'm
in
the
Cosa
No'
Get
rich
and
charge
it
all
to
a
bitch
That's
how
this
shit
'posed
to
go
My
geekers
wanna
damn
near
OD,
they
want
that
got
'em
dead
Kitchen
full
of
powder,
I
turn
my
bitch
to
a
powderhead
Niggas
takin'
deals,
that's
the
only
way
you
get
out
the
feds
Castrated,
dick
in
his
fuckin'
mouth
when
They
found
him
dead
(yo,
slow
down,
Fred)
These
scammers
ain't
no
hustlers,
they
computer
thots
These
Harlem
niggas
send
some
shooters
At
me,
got
the
shooter
shot,
uh
(oops)
This
shit
I
be
spittin'
so
real,
make
niggas
pull
they
Google
out
My
'vette
orange,
groovin'
like
I
grew
up
on
the
Hoover
block
I
move
it
in
the
U-Haul,
my
Spanish
niggas
gon'
get
me
right
Freddie
Chicharito,
fuck
Spanish
bitches
up
in
the
heights
Bussin'
with
this
TEC,
I
got
jacked
and
I
tried
to
smoke
a
hike
Nine
shots,
turned
into
Superman
when
he
smoked
the
pipe
Yeah,
you
heard
'em
right
I
can
still
hear
the
money
calling,
I
done
been
out
the
way
too
long
Nothing
out
here
is
more
important,
put
in
the
spot
where
I
belong
Gotta
know
how
to
take
a
loss,
give
me
that
curse
when
I
was
born
The
last
nigga
that
go
to
sleep
will
be
the
first
to
be
put
on
Live
all
your
days
like
it's
your
Last
'cause
in
a
blink
you
could
be
gone
You
rather
love
or
will
respect?
Showin'
that
love'll
get
you
harmed
Won't
be
no
empathy
'cause
you
going
through
it,
gotta
be
strong
It's
always
easier
for
you
to
do
wrong
From
here
on
out
it's
independent
now,
fuck
what
the
labels
offerin'
Sick
and
tired
of
awkward
grins,
back
slammin'
coupe
doors
again
Studios
I've
been
torturing
I'ma
dedicate
this
to
all
the
less
fortunate
There's
a
lack
of
real
niggas,
fucked
up
the
war
percent
Victory
is
a
gorgeous
sin,
bought
the
Benz
so
you
all
can
vent
More
content
with
a
fortune
spent,
no
disrespect
from
talks
exempt
Mackin'
gave
me
a
freezin'
chest,
always
thirty
degrees
or
less
Destined
for
me
to
be
the
best,
out
of
QU-2
E's-NS
Vegetable
state
for
being
fake,
EMS
to
a
vegan
death
Poverty
leaves
you
breathin'
stressed,
legal
mess
on
the
freedom
steps
Celebrity
never
made
me,
my
sentiments
made
me
crazy
187's
the
consequence,
718's
the
AC
Troubled,
to
say
the
least,
pray
the
heavenly
gates
embrace
thee
There's
finally
notoriety,
that's
gonna
come
with
a
late
fee
Performance
style
is
a
.40
Cal,
back
out
movin'
the
army
now
Far
away
from
the
corny
crowd,
dying
you
call
me
out,
now
I
can
still
hear
the
money
calling,
I
done
been
out
the
way
too
long
Nothing
out
here
is
more
important,
put
in
the
spot
where
I
belong
Gotta
know
how
to
take
a
loss,
give
me
that
curse
when
I
was
born
The
last
nigga
that
go
to
sleep
will
be
the
first
to
be
put
on
Live
all
your
days
like
it's
your
Last
'cause
in
a
blink
you
could
be
gone
You
rather
love
or
will
respect?
Showin'
that
love'll
get
you
harmed
Won't
be
no
empathy
'cause
you
going
through
it,
gotta
be
strong
It's
always
easier
for
you
to
do
wrong
1 Propane
2 Sidewalks
3 Empathy
4 Early Exit (feat. Roc Marci)
5 Formaldehyde (feat. Benny the Butcher)
6 Death by Design
7 Food (feat. Styles P)
8 Crown
9 Falsified (feat. Ransom)
10 Break Me Down
11 Commitment
12 Pain Pressure Paranoia
13 Stranger Things
14 Drop 5
15 Panic (feat. Sy Ari Da Kid)
16 Smoke and Mirrors
17 Dishonorable Discharge (feat. Vado)
18 C O T I
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