The Renaissance

[A La $ole] Straight from the fucking dungeon raps Da fuck y'all thought this was? [Joey Bada$$ & A La $ole] BEAST COAST NIGGA! (FLATBUSH NIGGA!) BEAST COAST NIGGA! [2X] (Y'all niggas don't know) [Verse 1: A La $ole] From the era of the boom baps Spiggity splat man, I'm sick with the raps Move caps and naps when I rip the rhythm fast Killing the mass, Crooklyn, represent the clan Your green shorter than grass, my nigga, just relax Before we make emcees run, I don't play guns But I spit straight bullets like I ate some Who gone shake 'em, none of y'all can pace 'em Never been defeated, better tell em' to break a leg, son You know the Gawd stay pipe broads and write bars I make rappers fall easy on the mic brawl I know life hard, better check if your mind is right Despite the trife, no brother can step inside my sight I leave them lights out, no Edison, I'm better than When I set it in, I shift then cause a weatherin' Fuck your settings man, we just out for dead presidents Rush more loot to my wallet, then light the clematis The specialist, you thirsty niggas need a beverage I'll bend your chick back and clap, then I'm off of that You niggas need to stop that awful rap I'm all for rap, but its sad what emcees have to offer rap Get off and spazz, attack whoever talking trash I'll straight thrash any nigga who try to pass You peep the mask, we coming out for all the stacks Better back back Give me that, give me that, take this, fuck that [Hook x2: Joey Bada$$] Sometimes niggas will ride with ya, sometimes the Other side just come alive in em And it's hard to decide when you trynna survive In a, world of fake lies, fake guys, and snakes in the sky [Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] I take walks in the back of my mind Came across all sorts of faults in mankinds Some niggas is vampires and bloodsuckers 'Stake em for blood brothers Til they do the forbidden to get in where he fit in I peep shit that's mad hidden Had the writtens, cool, calm, collect like I had the Ritalin Only thing getting popped is, mami who topless Five finger shoplift, hotlist when I drop this Over the Metropolis Only place you be is where yo metro fees Nigga, stop it, I'm in the cockpit, with the pilot Money I pile it, stylin' Impalas God emcees spitting Rikers Islands Hold your eyelids, wide open, cause how I live Niggas ain't got time for breaks, big mistake While you sleep, we'll take your plate, leave it scraped Beast coast, you know! But you can't relate It's the anthem, get your damn hands up Split wigs like sick cancers, attack then switch stanzas Fuck a chick's standards, no chick before my grammar Got the bars on lock, but can't get handcuffed Get your Jordans scuffed, trying to kick it with me and my niggas Lifted off the eighth leg, shit is mad wicked They on they pivot when we started spinning We in it to win it, only L's we see be full of spinach It take money to make money, streets ain't safe, honey Yeah the block be hot but it ain't sunny, don't strafe Funny, look both ways when you cross here Last dread found dead caught in the crosshairs That's a regular report here Patrol patrolling all year, but only support theirs Watch which lane you swerving, fast life, fast learning 'till you're Turning indentured servants