The Message

Lyrics

Avatar the Articulate - "The Message" [Emcee(s): Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh)] [Producer(s): Trackmasters (Original Instrumental from "The Message")] [Verse 1: Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh)] Fake thug, no love, you get the slug. CB4 gusto My Dutch glow, I gotta roll up a robusto slow Cubans I'm using, blowing fumes while I'm in plush robes Sluts offer buttholes, sometimes I take it when I'm vaping I make it known, no faking. I'm taking hold of this vacant throne You pagans are clones. I display chrome to make your holmes just lay prone I'm on a mission, chickens pick me up for pole position With no ambition, just to get limp, to explode some jism Forgive 'em, and rest in peace to Patrice O'Neal Put on a piece by Heavy D while I grease my steel And you could keep it real. I ain't dying for nothing No prying my clutches off of this globe. It's suited custom, man And who could touch this? I bust nuts on bicuspids Chauvinistic 'cause, when I fuck, I'm giving women suffrage I'm giving up my coverage of the streets. I got The courage, but I'd rather be cuddled up in sweets That freak trick is laid out, assed up, her face down Henny-black, blew out her back and had her blazed out Skilled the L 'fore I break out, one for the road. Used the Commode and, out the window, I saw one of my foes. As he Approached, I held my toast, I felt the speed of my pulse start to race I had to waste him 'fore he came up too close. The closer He got, the toaster I cocked, and then he stopped Next to a cart to clean the motel, he got a mop. I started To think: what if I had got a few winks? And he Wasn't a telly worker, he was murking for links. I'll be Murdered for bling—for certain, it stinks, but I acknowledge it Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha shit [Hook: Samples with Scratches by Kid Capri] (x4) "I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death" - Sample from Nas - "N.Y. State of Mind" "I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testing" - Sample from Nas - "N.Y. State of Mind" [Verse 2: Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh)] I peeped you fronting. I was in the Porsche, coming from court Bitches, they hawk, just gawking, fucking since The days of Walkmans, pushing a Benz in the Balkans Couldn't fault him—never had ends. Of course we're balling I floss what's appalling. Try to cross him, you'll be chalked in Never brawling, exalt him, praise him. You can't phase him at the day's in It's so amazing how your best friends could turn to strangers Delete your Facebook, now you're shook, snakes know where your place is I used to shout you out at the end of my tapings Now it's abrasive. I had to jot it down on pages Spit it in phrases, paragraphs, literature, and more I have You don't want war with Av. You want it squashed and then an autograph I'm on the Audubon and stashed with more grass than I ought to have You spit in hashtags. You're garbage, kid, trash bag Murderous lyrics while y'all kids talk brag swag You're ragtag. How many Grammys could have Av had? You think I'm soft. I'll leave your loft looking like Baghdad Reload the mag and start to trip like a bad tab The ace by my waist, vape by my face Never knew I was thug, you tried to front by mistake. I was Born in Brownsville, Brooklyn, United States North America. I get 'em to motivate Contemplating war with managers that ain't really great Best friends become dangers—when you cake, then they hate [Hook: Samples with Scratches by Kid Capri] (x4) "Y'all know my steelo" - Sample from Nas - "N.Y. State of Mind" "There ain't an army that could strike back" - Sample from Nas - "Halftime"