Lace Tracks

Lyrics

Kenny Diaz ft. House of Repz (ft. A.L. (All Lyrics) and BEN.Y.) - "Lace Tracks" [Emcee(s): A.L. (All Lyrics) and BEN.Y. (AKA Benny Blanco)] [Producer(s): Kenny Diaz] [Verse 1: A.L. (All Lyrics)] I keep A smart mind, feed my brain before I start rhymes Writing a hit. Dying to quit, I hate my part-time Life is a test filled with struggle and stress. Bound To make it to the top 'cause I hustle the best, inherited A rich mind, I was born with the sense/cents. Rap players Get no shine, they just be warming the bench. Spit The dirtiest rap, you should call me Yuck Mouth. So many Claim they make hits, but, to me, they really struck out I got it sewn up—step to us and get your crew laced My people stay nuts, always grill you with a screwface My flow's so hot, I got fans taking debris, melt this Bitch like a cow, so I'm making it cheese, blow your Mind when I rhyme like a Glock to your brain. You bum Niggas stay the same, need a lot to change. You're frostbit Had a hot name but you lost it. You forced it Had a lot of game but you forfeit. You wack Rappers pulling stunts, now you're taking a fall. I tele- -market my rap, I'm always making a call. You're lightweight Paper-thin niggas get ripped through. My whole Mob is on a job like promotion, ready to stick you [Hook: A.L. (All Lyrics)] Ayyo We lace tracks, lyrically raw, so you can taste that Hit you with more, get you on tour, leave your face slapped Where the safe at? Give me the dough, don't even say jack And if you play wack, you're getting sprayed where you lay at [Verse 2: BEN.Y. (AKA Benny Blanco)] And while you cats Get cold feet, I caught fee from all four feet Think it's all sweet? Get tossed, and it's hard to floss with no teeth Cream right give you the green light. Intervene Get the rapping, dead you in your wet dream. My team be making Heads fiends before it gets clean. Back when cats On the West scene never dressed clean, still into wrestling I paid dues, displayed interludes, slayed dudes Why I stay rude 'til it's played smooth? Ask your prelude Seen the best of rest, seen the fast cash rack Keep it bouncing like a bad check, fucking with a half deck A threat like the Montagues and Capulets 'Cause U and I ain't even close in the alphabet. House of Repz Kill, like, half of it. It's the cats with the wild connects You niggas still down collect. I got lyrics Exceeding the speed limit, only take an L if there's weed in it Could tell my life tale in three minutes. I care For the dream, my pleasures can't be measured on a triple-beam Think like a sex fiend: chains, whips, and cream I flipped the scene at fifteen, making chicks scream When I reached the tip of their spleen, but I'm keeping it clean For preteens, and scheme if you keep 'em on The three beams, swinging end seams, and it take The Dream Team to redeem your self-esteem. I count this on My hands of green, bouncing like a trampoline [Hook: A.L. (All Lyrics)] (x2) Ayyo We lace tracks, lyrically raw, so you can taste that Hit you with more, get you on tour, leave your face slapped Where the safe at? Give me the dough, don't even say jack And if you play wack, you're getting sprayed where you lay at [Verse 3: BEN.Y. (AKA Benny Blanco)] When I'm Behind the mic, at least nine dying tonight And if you live, you'll be lonelier than Brian McKnight Divine alike and take the verse to light. I'ma hearse you like Find a natural bitch, son hermaphrodite. It ain't even Worth to write, you'll never find a burst of light. Ride the hearse If you're the first to bite. Uncut like Persian white Vocals snatch po-po, throw 'em in chokeholds Breathe the summer and Sun in at Acapulco Lowkey 'til they're promoting me, but don't provoke me to go road plea Flows so raw, you're trying to smoke me, but hopefully I spread like potpourri, you're staying locally, and vocally I roast whoever close to me—s'how it's supposed to be You ain't compatible, couldn't batter for collateral I have it all, I got more style than catalogs, and I ain't mad At all, I brung the gat along, so do you players wanna Brawl or get your babble on? Come on [Verse 4: A.L. (All Lyrics)] Yeah, word up, yo, ain't nothing worse Than a corrupt jake that wanna fight crime—or, even worse When a fake snake wants to bite rhymes—that's why I Always peep and creep through the night time with A mind so deep that, when I sleep, I even write rhymes I enlight minds at a fast rate, heads I castrate Make your ass shake. Say goodbye—it's your last date Already known for hitting plenty domes like a celly phone You wanna talk? Save that shit for fucking Jenny Jones House of Repz get the best of ya, kill your messenger Hit the store, walk out with your register I cause hysteria, so you ought to run 'cause, for the funds My niggas is dumb, they rob you with a water gun I'm pure as God, but my fury is hard, tough enough To knock you out and your security squad. I'm curious God. Yo, why you wait on my fall? I know you're mad 'Cause I'm keeping it real, you're faking it all—or is it because I still have my niggas in a catering hall? I put An end to your friend, tell Satan I'll call. No one is Breaking me, y'all, or making me stall—in fact, I have the Whole tats crew just painting your wall—"In memory of So-and-So," or whatever you claim. Ain't nobody Knowing you, player. I'm deading your game, so quit this Rap shit, relax, and just grab a spliff. You a Jehovah Witness, you never had the gift [Hook: A.L. (All Lyrics)] (x2) Ayyo We lace tracks, lyrically raw, so you can taste that Hit you with more, get you on tour, leave your face slapped Where the safe at? Give me the dough, don't even say jack And if you play wack, you're getting sprayed where you lay at