Melody by The Reavers Lyrics
[Verse 1: AKIR]
Ask me how I’m doing with the music. You dudes, I’m
Turning down the felony deals. A confused mind
And you’ll find AKIR intoxicating like moonshine
Cinematic, dramatic theatrics with my new line
Pictures of a nine shot away from a 9 Glock
From the sly pops to his son in a pine box
Watch his soul escape out his eyes while his spine rots
He never saw it coming like a run-in to your blind spot
Direct, reporting live from the block where crime’s hot
It is I, AK’, here to flow and just love it
Your chick jocks my dick in public. Hit the show, uncovered
My music, so you dub it. All type of people love it
So my style is hard to fuck with, cousin. Got the street
Buzzing. No type of budget. Budging not part of
My thugging against the current gov’ment. Yo, you must
Be bugging. Beats banging ‘til your brain gets bludgeoned
It’s nothing. Writing ‘til my fingertips sunken
Seven years in the making, won’t fake all of a sudden
Got my niggas in the back, refuse to see me fronting, still
Humping like an X-rated old-timer fucking
[Bridge: Background Vocals/Harmonizing by Goldenchild]
[Interlude 1: Keith Masters]
Terror Firma
[Verse 2: Keith Masters]
So mellow how the fellow just hallucinate
He just trying to keep his mind in check like his other mates
On other dates, man, the boy just levitate
Like a Buddhist monk when he meditate
He in a different world, fly like Jasmine guy
Whom he had a crush on as a small fry. With his
Widened eye aligned with the sky, he saw Tha
Pharcyde of life “Passin’ Him By”. He getting
Loose like the Juice [?]
Hermano, new Soprano—give me your boots like
“Duck, duck, goose. Now pass the deuce” or
Back in the days, “Now pass the noose”
Metaphysical truths uncouth. Many heads in
Just one roof. Now stuck in the booth
Plastered hand and jagged tooth end. I can feel it
Yes, I can feel it. With each step that I take
I can heal it. The streets need Medicare
But niggas swear by their own mother’s hair
That their man’s gonna be the next one to take ‘em there
But which way is fear, niggas?
[Interlude 2: Keith Masters and Priviledge]
Keith Masters: Hah. Yeah. Uh huh. Uh huh. Uh huh. Yeah, Backwoodz. Uh huh
Priviledge: Uh. Uh huh. (Haha) Come on, it’s real ill. Yo, yo
[Verse 3: Priviledge]
Yo, live from Death Row, it’s the invisible man
Manifest whatever I can from wherever I’m at
Wherever I was. Stupid is
As it does, but what about intelligence, son?
How ‘bout luck? How ‘bout genetics? How ‘bout
Our birthright? ‘Cause, you know, some don’t get it, just
Getting the slip down the path of drugs and bad
Credit, smuggling anxiety in the pocket
Of a petticoat like matzah in a ball soup
Far few and far between—that’s you and your crew
That’s just the way y’all do it I guess ‘cause
Sbarro different out in the Illadelph. Swinging
For the fences is the one objective
Spit like the Tet Offensive. Son, this
Stat aggressive. Your rhymes are the aggregate
Don’t hesitate, kid. I’ll find the magistrate
Flipping like Ferguson. I’m the one or
The other, and I’m stomping up the block like
A wild motherfucker. M-er F-er
Who done dotted this edge, you rotten sucker
[Interlude 3: Karniege]
Bash your face in the pavement. You’d better be saving the mothers and the children. Listen
[Verse 4: Karniege]
Strap on your boots, put on your gear, get ready to move with me
Ammunition falling from the clouds, it’s misty
Watch where you walk ‘cause my turf pack booby traps
Snipers in the wing, and they shooting with a steady hand
Mommy swing her swords like a Double Dutch tourn’. I
Spit out these bullets, your body get burned
Did it for laughs, not the butter that’s churned
You soft like chinchilla furs, you heard? Don’t be
In my face, trying to private-eye the god. Can’t be
Held accountable for where you might slide. You ain’t no thug
(You ain’t no thug) Your flag is Gay Pride
My moves big like Godzilla fighting gorillas, but we
Peel that lizard like a banana with grammar. My attitude
Is GTA, snatch you right out of yours (Yo, just give me that), and
Empty your pockets, then escape through the floor
Ask me how I’m doing with the music. You dudes, I’m
Turning down the felony deals. A confused mind
And you’ll find AKIR intoxicating like moonshine
Cinematic, dramatic theatrics with my new line
Pictures of a nine shot away from a 9 Glock
From the sly pops to his son in a pine box
Watch his soul escape out his eyes while his spine rots
He never saw it coming like a run-in to your blind spot
Direct, reporting live from the block where crime’s hot
It is I, AK’, here to flow and just love it
Your chick jocks my dick in public. Hit the show, uncovered
My music, so you dub it. All type of people love it
So my style is hard to fuck with, cousin. Got the street
Buzzing. No type of budget. Budging not part of
My thugging against the current gov’ment. Yo, you must
Be bugging. Beats banging ‘til your brain gets bludgeoned
It’s nothing. Writing ‘til my fingertips sunken
Seven years in the making, won’t fake all of a sudden
Got my niggas in the back, refuse to see me fronting, still
Humping like an X-rated old-timer fucking
[Bridge: Background Vocals/Harmonizing by Goldenchild]
[Interlude 1: Keith Masters]
Terror Firma
[Verse 2: Keith Masters]
So mellow how the fellow just hallucinate
He just trying to keep his mind in check like his other mates
On other dates, man, the boy just levitate
Like a Buddhist monk when he meditate
He in a different world, fly like Jasmine guy
Whom he had a crush on as a small fry. With his
Widened eye aligned with the sky, he saw Tha
Pharcyde of life “Passin’ Him By”. He getting
Loose like the Juice [?]
Hermano, new Soprano—give me your boots like
“Duck, duck, goose. Now pass the deuce” or
Back in the days, “Now pass the noose”
Metaphysical truths uncouth. Many heads in
Just one roof. Now stuck in the booth
Plastered hand and jagged tooth end. I can feel it
Yes, I can feel it. With each step that I take
I can heal it. The streets need Medicare
But niggas swear by their own mother’s hair
That their man’s gonna be the next one to take ‘em there
But which way is fear, niggas?
[Interlude 2: Keith Masters and Priviledge]
Keith Masters: Hah. Yeah. Uh huh. Uh huh. Uh huh. Yeah, Backwoodz. Uh huh
Priviledge: Uh. Uh huh. (Haha) Come on, it’s real ill. Yo, yo
[Verse 3: Priviledge]
Yo, live from Death Row, it’s the invisible man
Manifest whatever I can from wherever I’m at
Wherever I was. Stupid is
As it does, but what about intelligence, son?
How ‘bout luck? How ‘bout genetics? How ‘bout
Our birthright? ‘Cause, you know, some don’t get it, just
Getting the slip down the path of drugs and bad
Credit, smuggling anxiety in the pocket
Of a petticoat like matzah in a ball soup
Far few and far between—that’s you and your crew
That’s just the way y’all do it I guess ‘cause
Sbarro different out in the Illadelph. Swinging
For the fences is the one objective
Spit like the Tet Offensive. Son, this
Stat aggressive. Your rhymes are the aggregate
Don’t hesitate, kid. I’ll find the magistrate
Flipping like Ferguson. I’m the one or
The other, and I’m stomping up the block like
A wild motherfucker. M-er F-er
Who done dotted this edge, you rotten sucker
[Interlude 3: Karniege]
Bash your face in the pavement. You’d better be saving the mothers and the children. Listen
[Verse 4: Karniege]
Strap on your boots, put on your gear, get ready to move with me
Ammunition falling from the clouds, it’s misty
Watch where you walk ‘cause my turf pack booby traps
Snipers in the wing, and they shooting with a steady hand
Mommy swing her swords like a Double Dutch tourn’. I
Spit out these bullets, your body get burned
Did it for laughs, not the butter that’s churned
You soft like chinchilla furs, you heard? Don’t be
In my face, trying to private-eye the god. Can’t be
Held accountable for where you might slide. You ain’t no thug
(You ain’t no thug) Your flag is Gay Pride
My moves big like Godzilla fighting gorillas, but we
Peel that lizard like a banana with grammar. My attitude
Is GTA, snatch you right out of yours (Yo, just give me that), and
Empty your pockets, then escape through the floor