The Video came out fire!!

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that Herb Albert sample could of made a 90s hit hiphop song

Salute!!

Hell yeah these beats SLAP‼️‼️ Happy Birthday Solo 💯🥳🎉

HAPPY BORNDAY FAMO!👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

Happy Birthday 🎉🎶🎁🎵🎂🎶🥳🎵

it’s mad ok. respectfully.

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LOVED THIS ERA

wish i owed the cd with this song on it this goes hard along with babycakes

Flex is AI

What!!!??? So he practiced and said f that I’m not messing with up and pulled the blackberry out. 🤷🏾‍♂️

The Truth For The Youth is an underrated masterpiece

LYRICS [intro] Walking down the same streets I usually run. Got my mind by my side, tho its usually numb. As I fight with my high which is usually fun. I see who I be, and I see we’ve become… [v1] Lusted, In the eyes of hideously corrupted, Devis amongst men who robbing them of function. Something… Smells Dead… I live amongst the dusted. Who only breathe out of habit cuz it adds to the consumption. They suffering. But attracting those who feel it coming. There’s a pain up in they brain, and to kill its what’s been trusted. Suppliers on stand by, in dealers hands they clutching Grams of the planned damn, to quick advance in numbers. Im rushing… Turning left up on the street ahead of me. Thats when I see Heather up at the corner house on 2nd Street. Complexion seems a mixture of blood red into ebony. A memory of entity that at once was so heavenly surrendering. Questioning how she got to this rendering… Im entering her line of sight as I see her rembering. When she told me all the pain that the month of November brings. October 31st… Guess she feels it ahead of beat… Amphetamines, Cocaine trails that haunt memory. Of Dad that used to Hit her, Mother who straight up left the scene… Sexually, used and abused by all im mentioning. They used to feed her blunts so it would lessen the penalty. Mental speaks… Soul feels the hurt of this once friend of me… I wanna see her rise, Then I hear the Phoenix scream… Shit is deep… Already possessed by the darker side… Walking by, I could see the Devil in her eyes… [hook 2x] Heads are getting low, Feinding for the Highlife Fatal Marketing… Death at the right price… We used to buy right… Kilos of the lime life… Til I fled the dead, left to head back to my life… [v2] Ayo I broke out. Spirit count is on low now. Final destination either heaven or home bound. Walking down main, Scale the frame of the whole town. Its ghost found, Lying for the pharmacists know how… Goes round and round, Villagers bound. Backs against the walls with no symptoms profound. Too high to realize they signals is out. To transmit the screams we’ve been meaning to shout. Seeming im out. Im moving but I need to re-route Got a lot up on my mind that I need to think out. Seems everybody’s addicted to the demons around. They’d market pills for addiction if you’d give em a Pound. Figure it out… Your values net worth in their eyes… Plus a dead heads minds less receptive to lies. Let em feed you with nothing til they feed you domize. Both ILL and Legal sides feeding you lies, They got you tied, Hanging from the noose in disguise, How much time til they slip the ground from under your eyes, And You feel yourself fall as the scenery rise. Out of your minds, but looking at me like im out of mine. Add up the signs, The system came and switched the design. Controlled addiction. You in prison like the Attica kind. Check the symptoms, Maybe start to ask yourself why. And when it all falls down. Watch it silence the cries… [hook 2x]

LYRICS: [v1] Its a strange game, Tied up my shoe strings, Built myself a buzz then debut with the name changed. Im what sane aint, bitch you a blank claim, While you was living a gimmick im living into a blank tape. Early for “late great” missed all the greats grace, Now shits a scavenger hunt to catch a bit from a greats plate. Rip it fillet laced, quarter pounders to big weight. Im self producing albums while y’all are putting out mixtapes. Aiming for Big Jay… Go suck a dick. Ice Berg Slim now Def Jams a sunken ship. And Im really not the type to be fucking with. Im fucking sick, almost died once but too dumb to quit. Im numb to it, Killin little rappers for punishment Then Ghostwrite they battle raps to stick em for publishing. Im crumbling, Herb ass rappers who running lip, Then smoking they ashes to battle ghosts for the fun of it… [hook 2x] Yes Yes Yall, Ya dont dare stop. A Come alive muthafucka give me what you got. We coming live from the city that shines y’all. Parkview Projects in the house… Cmon… [v2] Yeah dude im hella fly, Wait til im televised. Poor pussy rappers man youre gunna have to yell goodbye. Cuz now its just your time, I mean you had your shine. Since 98 been steady slipping to a vast decline… Im here to press rewind back round to 95. Lyrics won’t hold you back, Im trying to see you climb. Mainstream or Underground, Caters 2 state of minds. You either bashing Bush or remixing up Hammer time. You see im neither line. Political at times. But I aint placing blame, beside what lays on mines. Im here to move the crowd, Lyrics is motivation. No label backing me. So… Feel free to make donations… So far a few have placed em. Off to my destination. To make an album that for me has been so long awaited… And by the time I make it, and radio won’t play it… Or the review is wack, I must’ve skimped em on the payment… [hook 2x] Yes Yes Yall, Ya dont dare stop. A Come alive muthafucka give me what you got. We coming live from the city that shines y’all. Parkview Projects in the house… Cmon… [v3] 10 years in the making, What the fuck can I say? Could’ve become a Dr? No wait… Could of became… But since I fucked myself… Rap is my only way… To make it big before 2012 when we die of aids… (heyyyyy) … Sorry bout my outlook on life… But Im gods son, We all know how god did Christ… That aint a bad line… is it? Plus who are you to say… You know an angel loses its wings each time you masterbate? Which is why im glued to this earth in a pissed off rage. And have to write a song and think of shit that Slim dont say… I LOVE YOU MAMA! Ahh! Behold the sound of a change… Spring, Summer, Fall, Winterfresh to def I blaze. Fucking holes thru the Pop-Stop, Speak true flames, Yet other rappers write bullshit and shit gets played. Imma raise the middle finger with a smile on face, And you can go… fuck it… you can fill in the blanks… Im outta here…

This is mad nice.

Why does funkmaster flex look like the comedian corey Holcomb

good vibes

YERRRRRRR!

Nice.

The point

I don't know why but this track reminds me of Big B and Dirt Ball from Subnoize Records kzbin.info/www/bejne/qZvMopaors2kosk

Who are you

this goes hard as fuck

#TobyWasHere

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AyAk My G

this is so dope - makes me supe chill

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This is mad nice! Dope production and track goes like that!

Too ill!

Dope!

Nice!

Is the date shown significant to this song in some way? Summer aka sum_rose78

Nice!

DOpe! Peace!

Fire

trogz in the building !

Awesome.. How come "glass house theory" isn't on KZbin ? Been looking for it for years..

straight fire and u killed it at the pony

Word up this is dope. 😍😍😍

Hell yeah.

Dope video! Love the break dancing.

Very well done!!!!

nice job...!