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"men of the century" - ashtreehouse lyrics

[verse 1: juanyae decarlo]
i’m the illegitimate child of the unfortunate
may 19th is my purge- keep ya porches lit
torch is lit
n-gga sit it in my palm
your lips deliverin’ jibberish, sound like sean paul
er visits, mike vick b-tches, 6 st-tches, b-tch switchin’, lip syncing, taylor swift lyrics and
question marks to end death sentences
fresher than deaths scent it is, when an incentive meets incident, retros vintages, jagged end inserted by sensitive, spit darker than squid remnants if
drama meets the theatre
we can deal quick as f-ck
starin’ at the celebates- middle finger up
lg triple cross, stick it to ya faithful to show how soft you n-ggas are, mutilate ya pick a part, we is only sick is all, sick of y’all, groupie hoes l!ck off
grab a friend now switch it off
grabbing at the 9, place a bullet through ya mind-frame
pop a n-gga, pop it b-tch, pop my collar
old n-ggas mad cause i’m f-ckin’ wit their daughter, f-ckin’ up their daughter now
silent night to slaughterhouse
bodies on the floor, now the chalk is out, walk it out
sh-lls droppin’, hollowed out
molly’s good in hollywood, think she won’t she prolly would
check ya’ spouse
cutting board incomplete, red in the kitchen sink
screaming stopped, let em think

ring on her finger but she naked, and you ain’t home? poor placement, she wanna give it up so ima take it, ima take it(x2)

high notes, with silhouettes of abel compositions
ain’t sippin’ no hypno, refuse to pop the xo, playin’ my position
just to break you n-ggas down body decomposition
i’m radical’s definition, predator no science fiction
time tickin’, vinyls twistin’, lifted, supernaturally gifted, split four spliffs spittin’ tar like where the fifth is, poppin’ oxy-cotton with pop rocks poppin’ heads off of chickens, n-ggas mad cause they bizitch pizicked my dizick no limits long as her lean still hittin’, dippin’ down to stiffness, first date foreign b-tches fornication formulatin’ forensics, pumpin’ the fifty risky business, no stoppin’ after start-up, i’m gashin’ ’til you finished, sat-rday and sunday nights playin’ games more wicked than westernly native witches messy in the kitchen
fueling ya hatred for the basic b-tches headed for bas-m-nt from what originated as optimism

all in ya mind, you hoped not to see, i’m an awe in the mind of socrates, i’m coming for ya pink, and you’re not tone enough for stoppin’ me, dealin’ harm bodily, sound of struggles from trunk of impala all cause a b-tch could lie but couldn’t fake an apology
been playin’ out of pocket and your problem is probably me
feeding infidelities issuing intel and further being an uncommitted mothaf-cka’ i belong where missing fathers be
don’t f-ckin’ bother me

[verse 2: don]
cause i’m down for the cause
down for the cause and they treat me like a boss
boy, i am a boss
watch the way i walk
come into the building looking nice when i floss
how you talking bout you “livin’ life” in the mort’
you ain’t down for the cause
you ain’t really ’bout to ride when i peel off
is you bussin’ back when the shots pop off
ain’t about the funk but i’m ready for the war
everything i’m hearing got me mad lookin’ bored
sound even better when i sleep and i snore
yeah sleep and i snore
walk into the store take a lot and never pay
they know me by the looks and they heard of the name
yeah i say my name
i love the way it rings
since ’97 been ahead of this game
i’m done waiting now i’m about to make sp-ce
please get out of my face
everybody talking but they ain’t saying nothin’
everybody watching but they ain’t looking out
ain’t looking out like look at me now
repet-tion in this beat, really going wild
man of the year
it’s the man of the century
in a lil’ while you gon’ see what i was meant to be
they throwing all the hate but i swear it don’t get to me
i swear it don’t get to me
i’ma take a chance like the risk don’t apply to me
i’ma keep going ’til i run out of words
i’ma keep flying ’til i see no more birds
see no more birds
like bird was the word
i know that it hurts
finish this verse
i know what you thinking, i know what you here for
it won’t be over ’til i see my headstone
this music you hear is what i will die for
so sit back and think, what you gonna die for?

[verse 3: jordan malone]
i’m in the whip
tell my homie drive slow, like ‘ye
hotbox, like model v
no joke i blaze
smoke that haze
just to get me through my problems
hope my ways my solve ’em
open case, of violence
no one say they silent
i’m guessing its obvious
but if you already sense i’m tense
am i another tab like sentence indent
lend a ‘lexis
meaning give me a hand
all i need’s a push
kush get between my plans
i’m sorry, ain’t no one helping
like shots, you just gon’ down me
and i won’t come clean
because the only thing you tell me
is everyone surrounding
and everyone my family
and everyone care about me
but every time everyone is around
everything is collapsing
mr. n0body
but i ain’t saying nothing
so maybe you tell me somehthing
maybe its okay like the words you say
but at the end of the day
how you gon’ sleep lying to my face

bridge]
cause this the real one
oh this the real one
tell me how you feel son
hold that thought
cause i’dd rather hold a steel one

looking back, i’m glad i never dropped a buck on a g-shock
and right about now they mad i’m dropping these buckets every deep shot
life is a seesaw
do heaven or h-ll follow?
i could leak detox
before i give an answer
if i did it wouldn’t be final
forever, the youth has been cancered
and truth is survival
cancel, the truth is a lie though
eyes open livin’ blind
so you never see what you die for
what you gonnna die for? (x3)

- ashtreehouse lyrics

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