Текст песни Land of Lords - The Underachievers
Raised
in
Flatbush,
born
in
Brooklyn
The
beast
coast
with
us,
kes
ghost
when
flow
stutters
Like
cobra,
so
live
for
I
show
the
blocks
no
chauffeur
Coast
to
coast,
the
same
shit,
I'm
that
focused
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
ho
Bank
rolls
be
my
occupation
for
the
moment
Elevated,
overthrow
the
government,
you
know
we
on
it
Higher
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
Jays
leave
em
Z,
way
before
the
Berkeley
center
open
You
hopin,
I
crash
this
plane,
never
man
I'm
in
the
legendary
lane,
hitin
Janes
like
Tarzan
Hitting
Janes
like
Tarzan,
fuck
you
and
your
men
Pick
it
up,
where
my
brother
left
it
off
Purple
drunk,
sour
diesel
be
the
feud
for
all
my
Brooklyn
lords
Brooklyn
lords,
there's
no
control
You
niggas
lame,
I'm
going
hard
Living
large,
watch
out
for
coppers,
you
know
they
makin
noise
Flappers
grow,
rate
the
right
shots
as
we
ride
there
by
our
boys
Jaja
knows,
been
out
the
majors
since
like
snotty
nose
Switching
flows
like
a
Brooklyn
nigga
on
these
folks
too
dope
I
count
my
pesos,
I
let
my
brain
girl
Watch
out
for
my
endo
cause
they
tailin
halos,
know
they
hate
though
It's
'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
Ain't
no
hope
for
niggas
that
be
guessin
our
brain
growth,
you
dead
smoked
Like
my
urban
chateau
blunt
to
the
sun
child
Can't
walk
a
mile
in
my
shoes
cause
we
run
that
Brookline
You
get
it?
We
bringing
change,
motherfuck
your
game
fame
I
don't
need
your
damn
approval,
gotta
clear
my
name
You
niggas
fucking
shooters,
we
the
matches
of
this
game
So
take
a
seat
nigga,
and
let
a
God
teach
nigga
Don't
wanna
pro
preach
with
you,
but
one
of
us
soul
killers
Other
than
Cho
runner
don't
be
sendin
no
sinners
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
hoop
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,
10
pun
the
way
to
the
buck
puck
with
a
blood
clot
10
boys,
world's
fair,
zombies,
pro
era,
ASAP
New
York,
New
York,
that's
where
it's
at,
where
it's
at
We
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
men,
til
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
called
You
done
raise
a
fucking
deamon
child
of
riddim
and
the
corn
Your
corpse
is
paid,
so
we
just
squeeze
lemonades
Flatbush
Brooklyn,
where
the
fuck
I'm
gonna
stay?
And
I
be
chillin
with
my
villains
climbin
on
the
fuckin
milli
And
blowin
on
the
loud
till
a
nigga
touch
the
ceiling
aha
That's
the
end
of
the
song,
and
nigga
know
me
can
do
no
wrong
Body
and
tracks,
division
the
back
of
the
Cadillac,
now
you
know
all
this
shit
1 Philanthropist
2 Revelations
3 So Devilish
4 Sun Through the Rain
5 Maxing Out
6 Herb Shuttles
7 New New York
8 Land of Lords
9 6th Sense
10 My Prism
11 Gold Soul Theory
12 Potion Number 25
13 The Mahdi
14 Leopard Shepard
15 Root of All Evil
16 Play Your Part
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