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crumbs - outpost lyrics

[intro (overlapped with hook): breez evahflowin’]
you ain’t getting my publishing. f-ck that. holding my publishing, n-gg-. hehe. all n-gg-s got right now is crumbs. nah’mean? how we gon’ eat off that? you’re talking ‘bout paying me for my publishing? sh-t. this sh-t is very real out here. this sh-t is almost everything we got. this is everything we got, n-gg-

[hook: samples with dj static scratches]
“born in the ghetto, it’s hard to survive” – sample from melachi the nutcracker on group home’s “supa star”
“out in new york, the same sh-t is going on” – sample from nas’s “one love”
“i wanna make money, so i gotta pay dues” – sample from melachi the nutcracker on group home’s “supa star”
“i try to appreciate but i deserve more” – sample from melachi the nutcracker on group home’s “supa star”
“living in the ghetto” – sample from melachi the nutcracker on group home’s “supa star”
“and nighttime is more trife than ever” – sample from nas’s “one love”
“these are feelings i’m expressing through my rhymes” – sample from melachi the nutcracker on group home’s “supa star”
“represent to the fullest” – sample from nas’s “one love”

[verse 1: breez evahflowin’]
look who won another battle. pick the circle. the kodak kid
picture-perfect. but all that did was chip the surface
you all that, kid, until you get the curtains. go home, get up, get out
and get to working. no time to be wasting
family anxious from second probation
seeds in a separate location. so many needs
i’ll be trees, everblowing from patience (spark it up)
light it up and i k!ll it (whoo!). i lived 8 mile
except i ain’t light enough to fulfill it (nah)
just another black speck on the chart without a
second of thought. spark on those disrespecting my art
hold gems and god’s gold and god gon’ get it back
murdering another track. manhood intact (for real)
stocking caps and bats for shock-value raps
escapism (what?). send ‘em to a state prison
emcees become a vision of a rape victim
we could debate until you faint from this hate venom
we know what all that bullsh-t’s doing to the hood
(keep it real). but who got enough strength in him?
it ain’t christ. don’t be thanking him (nah). your reward
is for opening the door, letting satan in (go to h-ll)
am i a fool for my faith in men? as i finish
my thoughts (what?), fit at the stores for the face again (come on)

[verse 2: phase 1]
have you seen destiny’s face? ‘til then, take a look at ours
it’s like future in the palms, a forewarned prologue in the song
characteristics of the plague of bubon deadly. giving life
through the sight of what my foot set upon. i’m medleys
still building from crumbs. look at
the fortress abroad, the high rise of pain
eyes ill-strious, looking. this game’s for the taking
phase a born thief, take time opportune and
peep new heights, reach. arrest me, your honor
if you don’t hold me back now, we’ll be the ones being honored
that’s the first example of power. crimple these b-ms
stomping them out, calling stepping stones out of the slums
the toy soldiers. are we just like s-x on
third rails? you could say we something shocking to see
picture a broad taking this art from me. that’s like betraying
the loyal, calling a gangster by his government name
i’m the walking, fiery flame (no h-m-)
call this sneak preview “dead evil hip hop promo”
put strength in the weak. i get my rents to fix a
loose lip for a lack of elite. on loose leaf
i claim the reign as a chief. after me, i could tell
that the devil ain’t lasting weeks (come on)

[verse 3: swave sevah]
yo, i think i deserve more (don’t you?). i’ll be juggling words
spitting witty punchlines that be puzzling nerds (get it straight)
my flows are tight, back and leave you hugging the beat (uhh)
still, you give me crumbs to eat like a b-m in the street
(what the?). now what i’ma survive off?
i got a habit to support, family to provide for
(and feed ‘em). i’m ‘bout to be a crime lord
getting too old to wait for opportunity to knock at my door
load up the handguns, cannons, and missiles
i’m ‘bout to introduce you to a n-gg- with issues (what now?)
type to cast the first stone, set off the ripple
laugh when it get gritty, say, “what’s up?” to a n-gg- i crippled
to get him mad, steaming-hot, blood boiling
if only he could walk again. he wants revenge
trust me: with my bad temper, you’d rather have me
releasing the music than releasing abusive
i’ll have some n-gg- leaking their fluids. f-ck being
head of the cl-ss—i should be teaching these students (i’m the teacher)
i’ma push units. i’m a dependable writer (yup)
and all i need is one shot like a serial sniper
you won’t regret it. everything is copacetic
hear us out one time, dogs (one chance). you won’t forget it
and if i happened to confuse ya, pardon me
i’m just more stoned than a dude that just looked at medusa (ha)

- outpost lyrics

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