Rowdy

Lyrics

[Intro: Von Pea] Tanya Morgan Brickbeats on the track Beatmaker pushing the buttons Check it [Verse 1: Von Pea] I represent this, real lyricism I shine like a prism Nope - normal dees in prison I rhyme like its Ritalin Walk around rooms Rappers really wanna rumble? Motherfuckers, how soon? I be showing up in bells Uncle L wouldn't try to rock Supply the spot and I'll be there to tear into your private stock Tired of people wondering like me and Beats ain't wonder twins It's done to me, it's done to him Pete and C as younger men We don't got a "T.R.O.Y." I ain't into reminiscin' Raps math now, why is it so very few admissions? I got my own suspicions Now it's all image You know his life story but you know none of his lyrics Can not name songs but can name all the models in the video Follow my subliminal attacks Whatever will get you thinking that is sensible in fact This is typical but that Shouldn't hinder you from dapping me up on the block like "Son, you be doin' it!" You one of the brothers stopping others' aims to ruin it Women call loudly but dudes, don't crowd me Rappers turn pouty without getting rowdy Indeed [Verse 2: Ilyas] Money movin' too slow Mind movin' too fast You know it go Those two things around it clash Mad when I'm pumping gas Bush fucking up my cash Far from gay but still getting fucked in the ass At the bank scoping out security - this ain't me Land of the free, this can't be It's like every day the same shit Same dough, same clothes, same hoes Stuck on the same block with the same holes Wanna see the world but I can't go Feels like I can't grow I should rock shows Not like I can't flow Feeling kind of faint, yo Can't go insane, though Little man just turned five but that's how pain go Tell me lord it ain't so Can't be stuck here I've shed enough tears I don't feel love here There ain't enough beer To drown my sorrows of tomorrow When I'm trapped in yesterday If I can't breathe life in this art Then take my breath away [Verse 3: Donwill] I rap like my past life Was spent deleting ass wipes I grab mics and stab mics Yeah you scream and chastise Bad night? I smash twice Studio and snatch Like new polos and bad Nikes I only cop if half priced I write like my dad's life depended on the mic check And act like I have fights with niggas twice my size Left broke with battered egos Swagger of six people Splatter chumps, you've had enough? Just chalk it up and take your lumps Walk it off like little kids Hurt off some dumb shit he did Like making ramps too big to jump Reassess your goals, cuz I rap like not wrapped tight Ready to explode and Like Iraq and the gas price The mic is interwoven 'Cause it's fueling the war inside You'll survive without your pride Consider it a gift to even exist 'Cause more men have died Dimmed the lights then slid inside The booth and finished penning mine I rap like (why'd you slap me) Man, rowdy [Skit: Dominic Del Bene] Hey, Lyor, Clive, hold on a minute, hold on a minute What's up everybody? My name is Dominic from Loud Minority Music And right now you're listening to Sunset We want to thank everybody who listened to Sunlighting The promotional mixtape And everybody that plans on supporting Moonlighting The real, full length album coming soon But while you're listening to Sunset when you hear this sound... (Mooooonlighting) That means that you're hearing a snippet From the album Moonlighting Let's try it now (Mooooonlighting) (Tanya Morgan's "We Be") Got it? Good