Tag: Mad Max

Dave East – Said What I Said Lyrics

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[Intro: Doe Boy & Dave East]
Yeah, yeah (Uh)
Gang, gang, gang, gang (Doe, Doe Beezy, my nigga)
Fuck what you sayin’, I said what I said (You know what the fuck goin’ on)
Fuck what you sayin’, I said what I said (It’s up)

[Chorus: Dave East & Doe Boy]
My young bitch like when I slam her
Hit from the back, if she look, I ain’t hiding the camera (Let’s go, nah)
I took a flight to Atlanta
Looking for Tech, I just need the Sprite or a Fanta (Vroom, Hi-Tech)
I’ll get you hit from a text
You pussy, no sex
Hold that bitch nigga for ransom
I had the same vibe when we met
I’ll never hide from a threat
I’m smiling at cameras
An opp died, got us dancing (Yeah)
Top down when we landing, yeah, yeah
Forgot my name, call me handsome (Yeah)
No more Xans, I was scrambling (Yeah, yeah)
Pocket full of bunch of dead men (Dead men)
You ain’t fuckin’, give me head then (Come here)
I see demons, I hop out the bed (I’m out)
Could’ve leased it, I copped it instead (Let’s go)

[Verse 1: Dave East]
I see my homie that died when I look in the sky (My nigga)
Shit got me asking why
I come from the trenches where you either live or you die
That’s why we get high (Let’s go)
Just handle your business, my nigga, you wasting your time
Fuck them bitches, go grind
I really came up from a nick to a dime
No more gettin’ in line (Doe Beezy)

[Verse 2: Doe Boy]
Walk in the club and I snuck with the pole in, no waiting in line
Came to your city, I flew on a private jet, I board with the iron
Say that it’s smoke, my niggas gon’ pull up, they shootin’, ain’t wasting no time, uh
Pull out this pole like should I just rob him or shoot him? Can’t make up my mind (Let’s go)

[Verse 3: Dave East]
When I’m in Cleveland, I feel like LeBron (LeBron, hold on, hold on)
I’m probably somewhere walking in a fashion show out in Milan (Hold on, hold on)
If you gon’ say Pablo, you gotta say Don (Let’s go)
I walk in this bitch like I’m strapped with a bomb (Boom)

[Verse 4: Doe Boy]
I walk in this bitch like I’m strapped with a bomb, let’s go, yeah (Boom, boom, boom)
Walk in this bitch with Patek on my arm
Don’t touch him, you know that he armed, uh (Let’s go)
I’m really a demon, bitch, I ain’t no angel
You play and get smacked with my palm, uh (Let’s go)
Niggas be faking, these niggas ain’t gangster
Bitch, who is that rapping that song? Uh (Pussy)
All on the ‘Gram, he say he outside
But probably at home with his mom, huh (Oh, really?)

[Verse 5: Dave East]
I’m sitting in court in Givenchy (Givenchy)
Fuck the judge, nigga, fuck the DA (Fuck ’em, yeah)
Phone calls they keep trying to replay (Yeah)
All this evidence I’m trying to erase
He gon’ rat, you can look in his face (Pussy, look at him)
He got nothin’ to lose and nothin’ to make (No)
He’ll tell on his dudes to get out them gates (Let’s go, gang)

[Verse 6: Doe Boy]
He got nothin’ to lose and nothin’ to make (Nothin’ to make)
He got somethin’ to prove, you got somethin’ to take, let’s go (Let’s go)
Geeked off a Xan’, I can’t fuck on that bitch, I just hope the lil’ ho giving head (Doe Beezy)
Go to the hood, post up with my cousin, he Crippin’, but still pour up red (Let’s go, gang)
Niggas be talkin’, runnin’ they mouth until they get shot in the head (Boom)
Call up my youngin, he run in your house and leave you shot dead in the bed, yeah (Oh, really?)

[Verse 7: Dave East]
I can’t get knocked by the feds (No)
I’m fucking her good, she shakin’ and boppin’ her legs (Ayy)
Addicted to Percs, was poppin’ them meds
Chauffeur the foreign, I went got a driver instead (Skrrt)
Why bring a knife to the fight? This chopper’ll put him to bed (Grrah)
You thought I fucked on your wife, my nigga, that’s not what I said, I just got the head (Hahaha)

[Verse 8: Doe Boy]
Fuck what you sayin’, I said what I said (Fool)
Fuck what you sayin’, I said what I said (Fool)
Ain’t scared of no nigga, just scared of the feds (Fool)
Mad Max with the chop, I shot at his dreads, uh
Wake up and sent a hit just ’cause I can (Fool)
You push me, you dyin’, ain’t gotta be close to the edge (Doe Beezy, nah)

[Chorus: Dave East & Doe Boy]
My young bitch like when I slam her
Hit from the back, if she look, I ain’t hiding the camera (Yeah, nah)
I took a flight to Atlanta
Looking for Tech, I just need the Sprite or a Fanta (Yeah, yeah)
I’ll get you hit from a text
You pussy, no sex
Hold that bitch nigga for ransom
I had the same vibe when we met
I’ll never hide from a threat
I’m smiling at cameras (Let’s go)
An opp died, got us dancing (Yeah)
Top down when we landing, yeah, yeah
Forgot my name, call me handsome (Yeah)
No more Xans, I was scrambling (Yeah, yeah)
Pocket full of bunch of dead men (Dead men)
You ain’t fuckin’, give me head then (Come here)
I see demons, I hop out the bed (I’m out)
Could’ve leased it, I copped it instead (Let’s go)

[Outro: Doe Boy]
Fuck what you sayin’, I said what I said (Fool)
Fuck what you sayin’, I said what I said (Fool)
Fuck what you sayin’, I said what I said (Fool)
Fuck what you sayin’, I said what I said (Let’s go)

A Boogie wit da Hoodie – 7 Mac 11’s Lyrics

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[Intro]
(Almighty God)
This young nigga with me
Really shoot like Trae

[Chorus]
I’m pullin’ up with seven MAC-11s
Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin’
Put a beam on every single weapon
Send me the addy and I’ma address it
I wanna start rippin’ through your leggings
You’re better than Margiela and Giuseppe
Want you to stop playing, you can get it
Just send me the addy and I’ma address it, yeah

[Verse]
All I know is get the bag, facts
I get money out the ass, facts
You should see what’s in my stash, racks
You don’t want it to get bad, oh man
Really shootin’ like The Mask, facts
Runnin’ through bodies like Mad Max
Hoodie on, grippied up, mask black
I keep it on me, get your ass back
The niggas I roll with is not nice
Hit a nigga in front of his mom, I swear
Forty-two niggas gon’ knock him down
We can get the one, I don’t know if he my height
Yeah, half of these niggas cannot fight
They used to call us dirty Bronx guys
Now niggas’ bitches send me heart eyes
Niggas’ bitches be sendin’ me heart eyes
I got a bankroll in every whip
Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin’
Put a beam on every single weapon
Designer clothes, I get it for free
They wonder why I never go to sleep
It’s niggas tryna take me out my misery
But I can never let them get me off my feet
I put a Hellcat engine in the Jeep
It’s not a G-Wagen, yeah
And I ain’t really with the back-and-forth shit
Just let me know if it’s static, yeah
Hangin’ ’round nothin’ but bosses, no losses, only W’s, yeah
My nigga don’t even make songs and he got more hits than a baddie, yeah
Turn my bitch into a brat, she got more double C than a Sabathia, yeah
Had a nine-car garage at the crib, crib so big, I call it a lair
I know you just wanna show off in my car, makin’ videos flippin’ your hair
Girl, you gon’ fall out of line fuckin’ with the stars, baby, you is not ordinar’
Niggas gon’ fall out of line fuckin’ with some thugs, nigga, get you right out of here
Got a FN, it came with a scope and a beam, I’m ready, yeah
(Almighty God)

[Chorus]
I’m pullin’ up with seven MAC-11s
Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin’
Put a beam on every single weapon
Send me the addy and I’ma address it
I wanna start rippin’ through your leggings
You’re better than Margiela and Giuseppe
Want you to stop playing, you can get it
Just send me the addy and I’ma address it
I’m pullin’ up with seven MAC-11s
Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin’
Put a beam on every single weapon
Send me the addy and I’ma address it
I wanna start rippin’ through your leggings
You’re better than Margiela and Giuseppe
Want you to stop playing, you can get it
Just send me the addy and I’ma address it, yeah

Lirico – Mente Clara Lyrics (feat. Enes)

[Lírico]
Sobrevuelo el ritmo, me suspendo en el tiempo
Rescato el sentimiento, lo crujo en el intento
Sigo siendo el mismo, estoy viviendo el momento
Tengo mucho que decir, con este flow lento

[Estribillo] (x4)
Tengo mucho que decir
So much to say but i still flow slow…

[Lírico]
Dándole vueltas a un café
Sigo aferrado a la idea y siempre sin perder la fe
Y hay que ganarse el cielo
Dije: Si tiene que volver a pasar, hazlo de nuevo
Estoy preparado, listo y ya
Ahora puedo verlo claro, incluso ver más allá
Como Copérnico, llámame loco
Veo y leo las señales, co, no me como los mocos
Observador y nocturno
Susurros de la noche me inspiran, me rijo por Saturno
Más amor propio y menos egoísmo
Y hablar de vez en cuando con uno mismo
Cabeza fría, filosofía
Pensar dos veces antes de hacer la tontería
Meditación como un Lama
La solución a un crucigrama
Imaginación hasta en la cama
Así es como va
Vengo y describo lo que veo, hay una nube en mi sofá
No gangsta, no rasta
No estoy de brazos cruzados, estoy cocinando esa pasta
Y no es un hobbie, es mi empresa
Tengo un serio compromiso y esa mierda me estresa
Algo hay que hacer para escapar de la rutina
Botellón en la plaza, tablao Flamenco, Jazz en la esquina
Levantando el polvo
Bebiéndonos la vida a morro, apurando el sorbo
Entre logros y frustraciones
De los hombres que gobiernan sus pasiones, oyen visiones
Cual presentimiento
Sabiendo que tarde o temprano siempre llega el momento
Vivo cómplice del tiempo como aquel que lo sabía
Mente clara y perspectiva como una profecía
Nada es eterno, todo es cíclico
Lo bueno se hace esperar, el verso épico, vuelve lo lírico, deja tu mente llevar
Sobre un ritmo del Rumba
Viajo ligero de equipaje
De aquí a la luna de la cuna a la tumba por la ruta salvaje

[Estribillo] (x4)
Tengo mucho que decir
So much to say but i still flow slow…

[Enes]
Con la capucha en la cabeza
Las bambas, el asfalto, cada paso es un alivio
Es un abismo que lidiar
Pero la mente es libre y se sigue al caminar
Es un acto consecuencia, impulso movimiento
Pienso luego existo, insisto
Tengo tanto que decir, pero no se dice más, man, al decir mucho
Mad Max infancia Magma, de violencias del ayer es la paz mi carga magna
Mad man hold on, dale tiempo a este bombo
Trompetas cual Jericó, el manicomio de mi flow, slow, sistemático
Sintomática actitud Decepticons, somos máquinas con lagrimal de silicon, 2.0
Anestesia del temor, cuando la mente de la acera es una moral del acero
Amar al rap por encima del sol, herejes de este mundo, Hip Hop de religión
Ser un timpo y que no pese como a tantos MC’s
¿bullshit all day?
Antes surfeo mis arterias con cuchillas gros
Tu surco es mierda… ¡God Damn!
Abrí los ojos tras la venda, vi la luz de Amón iluminando mi camino
Leí el destino en las estrellas bajo el hechizo de Ishtar la piel de mi Necronomicón
Depuis l’epoque de Babilone j’ai vu les orgies de ce monde comme Nabucodonosor
Mais si j’ne m’abuse mec on s’en sort, malgret les ritmes de nos villes
Vit nos vies comme des hommes libres sans profecies d’vos iluminatis
Je me rapelle vos piramides…
Soy un esclavo sin cadenas
El error es mi mentor, en el prisma de esta vida, condenas fueron amenas
Lucidez, una linterna entre copa y copa y dos calos de un porro
Mantengo el rumbo, yo tengo una misión
Mi tinta es menta clara y paz al corazón

[Estribillo] (x4)
Tengo mucho que decir
So much to say but i still flow slow…