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nowhere to turn - dead end hip hop lyrics

[intro]
yeah, he from miami and we know he bring the heat
it’s the dead end cypher
welcome feefo to the beat

[verse 1: feefo]
pops used to move those keys
it was never out of reach, [?] benz drop top, b*tch please
legend of the game, eleven years and counting
started with an off*brand camera, astounding
never signed a deal til it was worth [?]
new bimmer drop down scream big silly
small artillery, i got a couple of sеmis [?] solidified
can’t f*ck with me or remy
[?] you alrеady lost
we ain’t from the west, we don’t move bricks
we don’t buy views
my team got shooters, this ain’t the la squad
frauds, that’s you and your people
i’m the boss man 24/7, neighborhood champ
yeah, n*gga, you know who it is, feefo!
[kendrick lamar & feefo sample]

[interlude 2]
next up, who? i said next up two
he the modest cameraman with the fly ass shoes
i’m not gonna say one thing about how good i am because i don’t know
you never get good enough
i’m always striving to be better

[verse 2: modest media]
modest [?] actions
determined to dead end [?] you’re lacking
social interaction, sitting around snickering and laughing
[?] computers talk with a passion
the bullet coming, n*gga, and i want all the smoke
i sat back and took all the shots but it was [?]
so i’ll never surrender ’cause i’m a pillar
the thriller in [?] heavy weight contender
now can i continue to kick [?] they sayin’
(yes, you can)
i’m on the quest to be the best, none the less, that’s the plan
oh, you think i’m playin’
my n*gga, this is what god did
i’m just a vessel in this booth is living proof that rod did
heaven forbid you hate the flow
every word that i wrote damaged my ego
then the next thing you know
you think i’m [?] bad guy
i’m too confucius to be a nuisance so eat this humble pie
[interlude 3]
he a producer but he ain’t easy
next to the cypher, we welcome beezy
i made the beat and i rhyme on this sh*t

[verse 3: beezy430]
i heard the beat and i ain’t know what to write
the f*ck i’m kidding, i made this beat so now i’ma about to take flight
now some call me mr. 430 but don’t forget to say beezy
they way i’m about to rhyme i’ma make this sh*t look super easy, check it
i’m from the motor city, now i’m in the atl
[?] the place that i dwell
now that you think you know me, on some hip*hop sh*t
let me break down my name for those who might forget, now check it
the b can stand for blessed, bringing the best
the double e’s can be elite, essential, or express
i suggest you get the z’s, i’m in the zone like zoda from f*zero
jedi master this beat, that’s why it means i’m yoda
don’t forget the numbers i put in my name means the most
nah, that ain’t some bullsh*t i just put up for post
zodiac sign [?] that means i’m freaking st*rdy
them numbers represent my birthday, april the 30th

[interlude 4]
this cypher [?]
to us he’s myke but to you he’s c*town
[verse 4: myke c*town]
i’m awake on arrival, thirteen famines from twelve angels
the insistence of existence, breaking ties from their haloes
laying groundwork for how these .orgs conspire violence
for today we will not be invisible nor silent
we’re diamond reynolds, watching the fire squad as love passes in pain
hippotigris stalked by cowardly lions, we’re elijah mcclain
the awkward pied pipers, friends to those without homes
we’re introverts, respect the boundaries we’re speaking, leave us alone
he is us, we are him, one turns all, elohim
for today we’re chris dorner with pavlichenko fever dreams
armed to the t**th like taimak, got glows for their entire crew
and every life we take equates to a molar in their grip’s tissue
from black blocks to black bloc, alton’s hand on our chests
the dismissed decry “we insist that we exist”
belief bereft, i’ve been writing my eulogy for two scores
and i’ll be d*mned if i continue writing yours anymore

[interlude 5]
we call him king binge ’cause he kind of a boss
and if he’s rapping on the beat, them bodies taking a loss

[verse 5: ken]
procrastinator [?]
time waits for no man, including haters
always on time, y’all know the rules
stop sitting around waiting for sh*t to happen, fool
in this day in age of white supremacy
you gotta know that freedom ain’t free
back in the day you would’ve been blood on the leaves
instead of all of these opportunities
haha
[?] the devil’s playground
so get off them f*ckin’ monkey bars
stop wasting time doing dumb sh*t
[?] comment talking about
didn’t we almost have it all
hahaha
so boss up, let [?] we got no more problems
now you tell me
is this motherf*ckin’ mic on?!

- dead end hip hop lyrics

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