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Hades

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Z. SMITH - Rap

Hades

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July 19, 2019.

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[Intro] Yo, Z [Verse 1] Look at me, you can see that I'm that bad guy A hooded figure in the night ain't gotta ask why You see me comin' then you're runnin', I don't pass by I'm pretty handsome, but believe I got a bad side My chick's annoying acting Moody like she Mad-Eye Should probably cut her off, burn the not, sad sigh Or trade her in for somethin' spicy - pad thai The type that's down to break the law & show her backside (Whoo!) It's all a choice So I choose to use my voice I could stay & hang with one or chill with babes that mix LaCroix With some hoity-toity rum that makes 'em wanna feel the boy Actin' like they want the work, and I'm ready to employ Move along, move along, move along You don't want this You ain't ready to fit your face inside that black mask Or trust your gut in the name of gettin' dumb rich And every time you see a flag it goes to half-mast [Hook] Speak the truth, tell me what you want your life like Could you do what it takes to reach the lime light? Would you move, or, leave it all in hindsight? Speak the truth, could you kill when the time's right? [Verse 2] The way I dress, you might think I'm from the '80's Hades lookin' good when I rock the denim jacket Fresh kicks, hi-tops, hair is lookin' wavy Flowing like Euphrates Man, I'm here to make a racket Real talk, if I want it then I need it (then I need it) If you got that hunger, then you gotta geed it (gotta feed it) And I gotta feed my ego, I'm aware that I'm conceded But I want that that record label, want that mansion Best believe it (Speak the truth, could you kill when the time's right...) Would I kill? Could I kill? Man, I'd massacre I could turn a bus load to no passengers All for a two door that matches my vernacular A matte-black 'vette that would dust new-coming challengers And move me at a speed where I'd leave my life behind Sign the dotted line for movies Get checks that come from rhyme A house filled with groupies and floozies there all the time See my name up in the news but don't bother to hit rewind 'Cause if they're talkin' bout me (Shit) I must be someone worthy Absurd to think you're somethin' less I know you don't, so surely You'll observe your inner instincts And get here in a hurry Do you got the balls to involve with controversy? And tell the world your sick thoughts Give your bitch the criss-cross And fuck the same friend she was tellin', "oh it's his loss" I got an E, turtle, no Drama, no fakes But I need my Ari Gold, man I'm on my Vincent Chase - check it [Hook] Speak the truth, tell me what you want your life like Could you do what it takes to reach the lime light? Would you move, or, leave it all in hindsight? Speak the truth, could you kill when the time's right? [Instrumental Breakdown] (Could you kill, could you kill when the time's right?) (Could you kill, when the - when the time's right?) (Could you kill, could you kill when the time's right?) (Could you kill, could you kill when the time's right?) [Hook] Speak the truth, tell me what you want your life like Could you do what it takes to reach the lime light? Would you move, or, leave it all in hindsight? Speak the truth, could you kill when the time's right?

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  • Z. SMITH