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(Verse 1)
Too black for the whites, too white for the blacks, I be code switching
Depending on who I be around, my tone different
I had to win, but couldn’t do it by myself like the old Pippen
We were dope pitching, they had white girl, Nicole Kidman
Smoke a pack to the face, brought a whole zip in
Take his soul, leave 'em floating on a ghost's mission
Ice on my neck, the rope chain just glow different
I had a fake gold Cuban 'bout a decade ago
This is steady evolution, I’m a template of growth
Said he got beef with me, well it’s best if you don’t
Checking his pulse, laughing like death is joke
Who the fuck want war with the Kannon Brigade
That’s the quickest way to damage your name
Got it locked, one hand on the game
Yoshimitsu, how he stand on a blade
Took a journey through the land of the plague
(Hook)
I’m good through the pitfalls
Fam got addicted, saw him fighting through the withdrawals
Cuz got indicted, that’s the shit that make your skin crawl
Married to the game; and these Hundreds are my in laws
I’m good through the pitfalls
Nowadays everybody strapped, playing quick draw
Body after body, that’s the shit that make your skin crawl
Married to the game, and these Hundreds are my in laws
(Verse 2)
Never had to front for your approval, this just how I am
Used to have hundreds of ounces, weighing up a thousand grams
Assess the board before I count my hand
That pressure have him melting like butter sliding across the pan
If you don’t do it how they want it; then you lost a fan
Put a nigga' in position, he Darvin Ham
David Robinson, Army Man
Still might drop seventy on the court when I’m hardly playing
They never have enough endurance for the race
These are my conditions and terms, no serpents or snakes
Can't have too much pride not to learn from mistakes
Rhyme a couple words and escape
Peep the writing on the walls
Be patient for your time, when it’s called
Have 'em higher than the stars, fly up to the gods
Who got to heart to triumph when it’s hard
Devil on my trail, send him my regards
(Hook)
I’m good through the pitfalls
Fam got addicted, saw him fighting through the withdraws
Cuz got indicted, that’s the shit that make your skin crawl
Married to the game; and these Hundreds are my in laws
I’m good through the pitfalls
Nowadays everybody strapped, playing QuickDraw
Body after body, that’s the shit that make your skin crawl
Married to the game; and these Hundreds are my in laws
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(Verse 1)
These fake woke rappers, talking like politicians
He think he the top dog, you’re bottom bitches
Every time I’m spitting, there’s a column written
You should keep your thoughts to yourself, that’s just my opinion
You don’t have to paint me in the finest image
Grimey like the Nineties, let 'em try me
They gon' rob him for his shiny pendant
He going broke in the diamond district
Five percent tint, in designer denim
Snatch a pint to sip, I speak in tongues and write in hieroglyphics
Grim reaper’s scythe, my blunt punch like Tyson fists
Walking to the store with my dad, the crib had rats and roaches
Mad ferocious, smack you with the hand that I bag the dope with
I rap in code, my path was chosen
Bragadocious on the track, I'll fucking snap into a Magnum Opus
I be feeling stuck in the game, think the paddle frozen
Fuck the nigga', I be flicking ashes while the casket open
Never fronted like the smartest in the room, 'cuz that could be your doom
I’ve seen first hand how an artist get consumed
When the market could balloon
So I’m sharpening-my tools for any offers I could choose
(Hook)
Pull up to the spot looking crazy fly
Puffing on some smoke, got a lazy eye
I put five on the wrist, like I’m waving Hi
Say goodbye, test me, that’s the day you die
I used to sleep with the money, the shit was good to look at
Private chefs in the crib, they asking us where to cook at
Rebound the pack, yeah this a putback
Bitch I’m back like cooked crack
(Verse 2)
I can feel your energy, I’m bouncing off it
Fiends used to have the big mirror, sniff ounces off it
Good for an hour and then crash like the housing market
Life is a gamble, pick a number, powerball it
Politicians cop dope too, I got a pal in office
I don’t have the time to negotiate a thousand offers
Still got a shooter to the table, like Kyle Korver
Brought 'em back to the green, he Al Horford
I don’t do the social gatherings, they be lame as fuck
Look at all the dope I’m packaging, tryna' make a buck
A.I. ain’t known for practicing, but he laced 'em up
I’ve been chasing greatness for a while, Imma wait for what?
We tryna' maximize the net gain
While y’all argue about who got the best chain
He thought it was sweet, 'til the feds came
Nigga' got swept, like the Nets game
That’s a tough loss, let your head hang
(Hook)
Pull up to the spot looking crazy fly
Puffing on some smoke, got a lazy eye
I put five on the wrist, like I’m waving Hi
Say goodbye, test me, that’s the day you die
I used to sleep with the money, the shit was good to look at
Private chefs in the crib, they asking us where to cook at
Rebound the pack, yeah this a putback
Bitch I’m back like cooked crack
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Verse 1)
I can make it rain, and thunderstorm
When a king dies, another’s born
The pain of a lost one, the hate of a lovers scorn
Flash in a pan, make it smoother than butter corn
Magic with the Dumbledore
Butterfly doors on a whip that never existed
Execute plans, since the moment I stepped in the district
All the success, I never could picture
They capitulated, step on the rhythm
I was 7 when I stepped in a prison, several visits
Never upkept with a image
What’s the plot? Get him dropped, that’s a lesson in physics
This a cautionary tale of a kid, who was selling and pitching
Head in the clouds, bed in the sky
Throwing five on a dime, getting high with the reddest of eyes
All the bullshit, set it aside
'Cuz one day you’ll be dead while the rest are alive, make it rain on them
(Hook)
I can make it rain, and thunderstorm
When a king dies, another’s born
I can make it rain, and thunderstorm
When a king dies, another’s born
(Verse 2)
I landed on my feet every time
Move back, I’m the cool cat the streets couldn’t find
Wanna' peep my demise, still thrive, how that treat you inside
Heart beating, tryna' keep you from dying
What’s a sheep to a lion
I told you
It's weird when you tryna' be a mogul, but they keep asking for the old you
Visit my brother in Harlem, get some soul food
I keep in touch with my roots like I’m supposed to
The goal is to build a house, I think I got it figured out
So many nights that I slept, I would think about the things I could live without
Lost everything, but couldn’t sit and pout
I had to take a different route
I wanna' be more self sufficient
And take better care of my body, 'cuz you know, health is wisdom
I don’t need anybody else’s help to get myself in the best position
Make a record finish
(Hook)
I can make it rain, and thunderstorm
When a king dies, another’s born
I can make it rain, and thunderstorm
When a king dies, another’s born
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(Verse 1 - Anthony Kannon)
Take it easy ‘fore you have a heart attack
The bars are back
Twenty dollars worth of quarters in a sock, like I’m walking to the laundromat
Beat him till his jaw's cracked
Throwing bullets like Carson Wentz
The body left an awful stench
Open up the chop shop, toss the wrench
I’ve been getting back on my bully, they be saying it’s not fair
Unsolved murders, I don’t know if the cops care
Stop there, you gon' get a target on ya back
Filled two duffle bags, started hauling off the pack
Started singing like Hall and Oates
Can’t stop, until the job finished, got a lot to go
Told him lock and load
You be dancing round the topic, he ain’t straight forward
Hurry up, if you break you buy, gotta' pay for it
One thing I’ve learned is I can’t control their beef
I just gotta' make it home safely
(Hook 1 Shea)
It’s so easy
Riding through the streets getting paid like I do
It’s so easy
Riding through the streets getting paid like I do
Take it easy
I’m getting what I’m getting yet I’m paying my dues
Take it easy
I’m getting what I’m getting yet I’m paying my dues
(Verse 2 Justo the MC)
Ayo be easy bruh
You know I’m from the bully god
East Medina
Where I grew up on the boulevard
Nowadays I’m flabbergasted
All I see is frauds
Talking all that tough shit,
But know you ain’t really hard
Ain’t claiming I am, but I know I’m not
Never fraudulent,
I learned & listened from the block,
That’s why I keep it chill,
All about my dollars bills,
You see how the drama builds,
Niggas always in they feels,
Steel sharpened steel,
Only right I roll with Kannon,
Fuck Justo, the teller call me Mr Shannon,
You looking stressed pah,
I saw you on the corner scrambling,
Sometimes it’s the simple things,
Keep off that corner gambling,
With your life, bump strife,
Learn a yoga pose,
Or meditate, find space tryta' keep control,
Yeah I’m being a troll,
But trust this from the soul,
I’m from the mud so it’s nothing to
light my load, take it easy mane
(Hook 2 Shea)
It’s so easy
Riding through the streets getting paid like I do
It’s so easy
Riding through the streets getting paid like I do
Take it easy
I’m getting what I’m getting yet I’m paying my dues
Take it easy
I’m getting what I’m getting yet I’m paying my dues
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(Hook 1)
Did so many favors, never asked for you to pay me back
Took advantage of the situation, it’s the way you act
How you gonna' tell me 'bout my life, and the way i rap?
I had to look in the mirror, there’s no escaping that
(Verse 1)
They be telling me I sound like a broken record
Like the only thing I know, is take the dope and stretch it
I rap about my life, not what’s most accepted
Dark past, but my soul protected
Rose to blessings, they were narcoleptic
My bars impressive like a Harvard lecture
I had to wait a million years until the stars connected
A psychic took my palm and read it, told me be prepared for the Armageddon
I’m the calm before the storm, taking all the pressure
Check the stitching on the sweater, this is German leather
Putting words together, I could serve whoever
Might move down south, my girl prefer the weather
Many different paths I could’ve picked, this or that, but the route that I was going selling product for the cheap
I got up out the game, 'cuz the shit just not the same, boy nowadays these young niggas wyling in the streets
(Hook 2)
Long ride, where we at
If you had a chance to correct mistakes, would you take 'em back
Unapologetic, it be crazy, that’s the way you act
You gon' have to look in the mirror, there’s no escaping that
There’s no escaping that
Did so many favors, never asked for you to pay me back
Took advantage of the situation, it’s the way you act
How you gonna' tell me 'bout my life, and the way I rap
I had to look in the mirror, there’s no escaping that
(Verse 2)
Who the fuck said rap was easy?
I saw Twista kill a concert, and he signed my shirt when he came back to meet me
I was only eight, Lupe was the opener
That's the moment that I knew my path was chosen
That’s all thanks to Dad and Homa
I was exposed to some bad personas, crack aromas
Never thought my family’d be together, I thought that was over
But it’s a blessing, 'cuz we heal each other, that’s a bonus
I think the devil's at my door and you would too, if you knew my past
Liar liar, telling the truth for you is like chewing glass
Hahahaha, get the last laugh, smoking super gas
Shit was sad, got the biggest charge, he got sentenced last
(Hook 3)
Long ride, where we at
If you had a chance to correct mistakes, would you take them back
Unapologetic, it be crazy, that’s the way you act
You gon' have to look in the mirror, there’s no escaping that
There’s no escaping that
Did so many favors, never asked for you to pay me back
Took advantage of the situation, it’s the way you act
How you gonna' tell me bout my life, and the way I rap
I had to look in the mirror, there’s no escaping that
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(Hook 1)
It's okay I see life different than you
You ain't looking with the lens that I depicted it through
I hope opinions that I have aren’t too offensive to you
The tension got thicker, and the temperature grew
I know some haters who were doubting, I remember a few
I bet when you look back, you regret it was you
Before you start to judge, try to step in my shoes
Stop fronting like we ever was cool, we never was cool
(Verse 1)
The sun's out, thank God for the warm embrace
Scatter brained, my head's running out of storage space
My spot reserved for the greats
My jobs starts early in the morning, that’s better than working corners late
Actions speak louder than words, can’t reward a snake
I cut off the head of the serpent, cook it, who want a plate
Caution tape, surrounded my house, I got shot inside
I don’t even know how they got inside, thought I locked the door
Never let my heart fill up with hate, that’s how you rot inside
Eye for an eye will go forever if you count the score
Saw fifty grand in cash before I ever got employed
All the times I’ve enjoyed, all the lives I’ve destroyed
Always been strong minded, never been a pushover
Used to watch 'em cook coca, he told me look closer
They got my back, like the hood's supposed to
I don’t care for jokers
Bitch I built the culture, Pat Riley-Erik spoelstra
(Hook 2)
It's okay, I see life different than you
You ain't looking with the lens that I depicted it through
I hope opinions that I have aren’t too offensive to you
The tension got thicker, and the temperature grew
I know some haters who were doubting, I remember a few
I bet when you look back, you regret it was you
Before you start to judge, try to step in my shoes
Stop fronting like we ever was cool, we never was cool
(Bridge)
Take a deep breath, hold up, take a deep breath
Brody got a death wish, he can meet death
Take a deep breath, hold up, take a deep breath
Brody got a death wish
Take a deep breath, hold up, take a deep breath
Brody got a death wish, he can meet death
(Hook 3)
It's okay, I see life different than you
You ain't looking with the lens that I depicted it through
I hope opinions that I have aren’t too offensive to you
The tension got thicker, and the temperature grew
I know some haters who were doubting, I remember a few
I bet when you look back, you regret it was you
Before you start to judge, try to step in my shoes
Stop fronting like we ever was cool, we never was cool
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(Verse 1)
I might’ve got off to a cold start
We at the bar taking shots, tryna' throw darts
Chest made of metal, that's a chrome-heart
Front a bunch of packs, the plug was a loan shark
Still got the money back every time
You could fact check every line
Pick a spot, pigs on the block, I don’t mess with swine
Five’ Ten, but stand on my word so I’m Seven’ Nine
They never really wanted me to make it out
So any time I faced an obstacle, I had to make it count
While you twistin' up your face to pout
I took a crazy route, but I’m the hardest artist starving, I know they can vouch
How you questioning the motive
Nigga' I was lost, no direction, I was hopeless
He flexing with them micro aggressions.
You don’t keep it real with yourself, but I’m supposed to respect it
(Hook 1)
Keep it rocking with it, keep it rocking with it
Rockabye baby, keep it rocking with it
Rockabye baby, keep it rocking with it
Keep it rocking with it, keep it rocking with it
Keep it rocking with it, keep it rocking with it
Rockabye baby, keep it rocking with it
Rockabye baby, keep it rocking with it
Keep it rocking with it, keep it rocking with it
(Verse 2)
We started with the Freedom Of A Slave
Grab a pen, leave it bleeding on the page
They shot a nigga' down the block, docs had to amputate his leg
He still died because jealousy’s a plague
I don’t want the cops looking when I’m trapping
I don’t want my pops looking in a casket
Burying your kid, while you’re living
It’s a scary world we live in, but that’s the business
I ain’t settling for less than I deserve
Try to read between the lines, the message in the words
All the blessings that I curved
Had to stand out from the crowd, they just following the herd, it’s absurd
Take pride in the struggle, I ain’t proud of the struggling
That's two different things, are you loud or you mumbling
Mind on the hustling
Eyes on the prize, spent my whole life relying on the government
I’m done with it
(Hook 2)
Keep it rocking with it, keep it rocking with it
Rockabye baby, keep it rocking with it
Rockabye baby, keep it rocking with it
Keep it rocking with it, keep it rocking with it
Keep it rocking with it, keep it rocking with it
Rockabye baby, keep it rocking with it
Rockabye baby, keep it rocking with it
Keep it rocking with it, keep it rocking with it
(Outro)
We all stuck inside in a rat race
Whenever someone disrespect me it leaves a bad taste
Risked life, Nick Wright, he got bad takes
Subwoofer, pumping mad bass
Frost know I got off to a cold start
Every verse is a sculpture, I’m tryna' mould art
They desecrate the culture, I want no parts
Your life isn’t Snowfall or Ozark
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(Verse 1)
All the plants I'm cropping, call me Nancy Botwin
Thirty one flavors, Baskin Robbins
Caught a body on accident, Alec Baldwin
It’s all fun and games until they laying unresponsive
I ain’t worried how I come across
The plan is to maximize revenue and cut the costs
He suffered another loss
Every time I give the boy a pack he bring it back, like I ain’t notice that the numbers off
The game untrustworthy, everybody scheming
They don’t even hide it from you, everybody seen it
If you gonna' steal from me, the least that you can do is try to rob me in front of my face and not behind not my back
(Hook 1)
He must think I’m cuckoo, he must think I’m crazy
In the back, tell him where to go, like Miss Daisy
Take a left then a right, stop at the light
Hop up out the whip like, I just wanna' talk
(Verse 2)
Where the cash at, I need pay now
Fuck a cashapp, fuck a PayPal
He a lab rat, I don’t play around
Bring the gas back, any day now
Duffle bag strapped on the Greyhound
Little nap sack on the waist
Move the assets to the safe
Couple packs got shipped from Cape Town
We ain’t with the games, you need to focus up
I was broke as fuck, but I never had ask someone to hold a buck
The cops came, they were smoking blunts in a stolen truck
Roasted duck, nice old bourbon let’s make a toast to us
Niggas pray to God holding hand made rosaries
Slaving for a job, but you can’t pay for groceries
The irony, I don’t need to rehash
Quick with the money counter, looking like Tyson on the speed bag
Smooth with the words, and light herbs for the stress
You used to bully all the nerds, now the nerds sign ya' checks
He made a fool himself, tryna earn my respect
Stop tryna' be everybody else, just be yourself
Peep the look on his face, he understood from the gate
They don’t know the difference between good, and a great
I know you wanna' see me locked, wish I would, but I ain’t
Heard they coming for my spot, thought you could but you can’t
(Hook)
He must think I’m cuckoo, he must think I’m crazy
In the back, tell him where to go, like Miss Daisy
Take a left then a right, stop at the light
Hop up out the whip like, I just wanna talk
(Verse 3)
Be forreal
Best case scenario, they don’t really beef forreal
Know he keep the steel, but homie smart so the piece concealed
If they don’t end up being chill, then he might end up being killed
Trade his pride for his life, that’s a even deal
I still kept a bag just incase
Couldn’t hide it at the crib, because money turns loved ones to snakes
When the plug come, I was making drug runs look safe
The bread was on time, I was running late
(Hook 2)
He must think I’m cuckoo, he must think I’m crazy
In the back, tell him where to go, like Miss Daisy
Take a left then a right, make a stop at the light
Hop up out the whip like, I just wanna' talk
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(Verse 1)
I’m so far gone like, Drake in '09
I ain’t one of these rappers that pay for cosigns
He ain’t fucking with me, it’s like the WWE
It hurts when you realize it was fake the whole time
I see the hate in your eyes, he angry for nothing
Came to the function, with a blade and I tucked it
In case it gets crazy, you can’t say that they jumped him
I’ll pull this motherfucker out, then kick the place where I stuck it
Kannon in this bitch, you gon' get what you wanted
He get beat, like my favorite production
He paid the penalty, couldn’t follow basic instructions
They came and they slumped him
End up laying dead with your face in your stomach
What’s up then
(Bridge)
If he ever needed something, I’m a call away
Fiend never miss a payment, he on auto pay
Stupid nigga' think he 'boutta play me, what you talking about
Cut the con out, Imma call him Ye
Word on the streets, is they gon' come to get me
You want me dead I’ll kill us all, you coming with me
I’m at the crib smoking gas, yeah and bumping biggie
I got the pack and then ran for a hundred fifty
(Verse 2)
If you got a issue you should say something
I can tell that they fronting
Imma have to tax the nigga', pay stub it
Credit score almost eight hundred
At the airport, I can board anywhere, Andre Drummond
That boy smooth with the flow
Caught a false start quick, should’ve knew when to go
I’m in the car like, they ain’t got room for the 'fro
He in the tomb with the ghosts, he caught two and he croaked
Had to zoom through the dope
I grew up round fiends who used to reuse needles, and lit spoons till they broke
I know folks who fucked up, and take shrooms just to cope
Sounds weird but that’s life, I’m used to the smoke
I grew up quick, always took too much risk
Don’t be hanging, watch who you come with
I took forty on the road, and didn’t lose one bit
Can’t say beginners luck, never did give a fuck
(Bridge)
If he ever needed something, I’m a call away
Fiend never miss a payment, he on auto pay
Stupid nigga' think he 'boutta play me, what you talking bout
Cut the con out, Imma call him Ye
Word on the streets, is they gon' come to get me
You want me dead I’ll kill us all, you coming with me
I’m at the crib smoking gas, yeah and bumping biggie
I got the pack and then ran for a a hundred fifty
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(Verse 1)
Can’t do business with these niggas 'cuz they all liars
Beore he claimed he was a killer, he was in the choir
Hall of fame in the trap, my jersey gon' get retired
Shit get crazy when you go from dealer to the buyer
Feel like Jesus with the pack, praise the messiah
Rice and plantains, jambalay
Shoes shining, no they're not diamonds
All it takes is one wheel to get a misalignment
Your life’s on a lease if you get it on consignment
Know a couple fiends, if they don’t get it then they robbing
Take a hit and then they vomit, it’s sickening to watch it
Lowkey impressive how they're picking niggas pockets
Jordan ain’t win 'til he had Pippen and a Rodman
You don’t wanna' see the main villain versus Robin
You don’t have interest in the topic
You only have interest when it’s gossip
My interest economic
(Hook 1)
They don’t play games around here no more
Tried to cry, I don’t shed tears no more
This life shit will catch you by surprise if you let it
The devil working over time for it, give him credit
Eenie, meanie, miney, mo
Catch a rapper by the toe, kill 'em never let 'em go
One, two, three, four
Knock at the door, there’s a package on the second floor
(Verse 2)
Rip niggas A to Z, alphabetic
Aye B, alpha, beta, that's phonetics
Caskets, workout in a box, calisthenics
Apprehended at the scene, they maxxing out his sentence
My passion is prophetic
Talking 'bout beef, if it’s active you should dead it
Always crying like babies, way you acting is pathetic
I’m glad someone said it
They be tryna' tell by your past where you’re headed
If mine is any indication, then send my resignation
Every minute stretched out ascending into greatness
The Hall of Fame only has so many spaces
They might never get in, depending on the waitlist
I always did it for the betterment even if it was hard to see it
They want me to sign the deal before I leave the meeting
Paranoia got me spaced out, seeing demons
Everything I’ve seen, I don’t need a reason
(Hook 2)
They don’t play games around here no more
Tried to cry, I don’t shed tears no more
This life shit will catch you by surprise if you let it
The devil working over time for it, give him credit
Eenie, meanie, miney, mo
Catch a rapper by the toe, kill 'em never let 'em go
One, two, three, four
Knock at the door, there’s a package on the second floor
(Outro)
He’d have a heart attack if picking up my tab alone
Niggas had to keep a burner, they were tapping phones
They hit my cousin with conspiracy like Alex Jones
Throwing bullets, swear that nigga' think he Pat Mahomes
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(Hook 1)
Let’s go, let’s go, get the paper 'til it’s fat
Echo, echo, hear a hater in the back
Oh no, po-po, started running from the cops
Reload, unload, they were bussin' off shots
Let’s go, let’s go, get the paper 'til it’s fat
Echo, echo, hear a hater in the back
Oh no, po-po, started running from the cops
Reload, unload, they were bussin' off shots
(Verse 1 Anthony Kannon)
They disrespect the game when they treat it like a novelty
I unlock the door, you know, key in on the property
Speaking like I’m Socrates, they reading my philosophies
The king of ideology, the people might be watching me
He expect a lot from me
That’s okay, I’m the leader like Constantine
We need role players, he Ariza on the Rockets team
Grew up round ex cons, and opiates
We ain’t talking poppy seeds
They ain’t never seen me with the corn rows
Dark colored Bordeaux’s
Kicking shit, on my Eddie Gordo
How many bodies do I got, the Lord knows
My portfolio came in Morse code
The words planted in a verse make the earth panic
You think you know Anthony, 'cuz you heard Kannon
Imma jewel in the state, they just ain’t find it
Felt the pressure all sides, still stayed quiet
(Hook 2)
Let’s go, let’s go, get the paper 'til it’s fat
Echo, echo, hear a hater in the back
Oh no, po-po, started running from the cops
Reload, unload, they were bussin' off shots
Let’s go, let’s go, get the paper 'til it’s fat
Echo, echo, hear a hater in the back
Oh no, po-po, started running from the cops
Reload, unload, they were bussin' off shots
(Verse 2 Tone Chop)
A beast in these streets I’m monstrous
A monster with the energy monster wanna' sponsor this
My initials is A.G.V.
I’m a G that’s vexed you trying to play me ?
Please
You’re the type to call the lawman see
Little doggie you barking up the wrong damn tree
You catch blows, Imma have a hook a thon
And give you bars and more verses than the Book of Psalms
You don’t want to bang with a vet
And get me heated to the point I want to strangle your neck
Or spray at your set, my aim is correct
Catch you on your stoop, you be a stain on your steps
You got reinforcements, you better send those
Word to Ransom I’m in my duffle like gym clothes
I got the Kannon with me sending these shots
Have you screaming in pain it will echo for blocks
(Hook 3)
Let’s go, let’s go, get the paper 'til it’s fat
Echo, echo, hear a hater in the back
Oh no, po-po, started running from the cops
Reload, unload, they were bussin' off shots
Let’s go, let’s go, get the paper 'til it’s fat
Echo, echo, hear a hater in the back
Oh no, po-po, started running from the cops
Reload, unload, they were bussin' off shots
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(Verse 1)
Used to get my ass whooped for stealing from the store
I was broke, I don’t wanna' feel this feeling anymore
Smoke good, smell the gas leaking from his pours
You’ll never be fixed if you don’t heal it from the core
Raised in an era where they focus on the internet
And not about to intellect, that’s why there’s a disconnect
Watch how you operate, don’t tolerate the disrespect
Lurk in the shadows, I’m battling my silhouette
Looking in the mirror, I barely even recognize
The man that I grew to be, I don’t see the kid inside
Only thing guaranteed in life, is a nigga' die
Tryna' change the world, the flow touch a million lives
Touch topics on the mic to change my quality of life
These promoters say I’m cocky, I don’t knock it as a sleight
They still pay the price if they want me for the night
My pockets getting right, don’t fall into the hype
(Hook 1)
It went from, "how you doing? It’s nice to meet you"
To, "I’ll put you on a stage in front of a thousand people"
Devil on my shoulder, stay away from evil
See the crowd sway back and forth, back and forth
Got 'em singing all the words to the songs now
The pain used to hurt, but it’s gone now
Parents used to say, "you chilling with the crowd"
Still see the crowd sway back and forth, back and forth
(Verse 2)
Many life lessons, when will I learn
I ain’t asking for permission, bitch it’s my turn
Used to sit in the hotbox 'til my eyes burn
Mind blurred, still made a career tryna' rhyme words
Used to pitch by the curb to the kids from the burbs
Cop a pack on the first, feel rich by the third
You a rapper, not a trapper, stick to your words
Fiends fuck they life up, and can’t get rid of the urge
Grew up with addictive traits
Pops told me Imma be addicted off a sniff or taste
I was on the court with my coach, getting whipped in shape
Pounds on the interstate, supply the whole Fingerlakes
I don’t care about the stories that you tell
Face to face with devil, I don’t glorify hell
If I got killed by that forty five, my legacy solidified
I would’ve been immortalized, fam still mortified
Gotta' couple niggas on my side who’d be sure to ride
Not everybody is a friend, peep the warning signs
If they show you who they are then believe 'em
Should’ve got smited by lightning when he swore to god
(Hook 2)
It went from, "how you doing? It’s nice to meet you"
To, "I’ll put you on a stage in front of a thousand people"
Devil on my shoulder, stay away from evil
See the crowd sway back and forth, back and forth
Got 'em singing all the words to the songs now
The pain used to hurt, but it’s gone now
Parents used to say, "you chilling with the crowd"
Still see the crowd sway back and forth, back and forth
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It’s a New York State of mind as rapper Anthony Kannon and producer Frost Gamble join forces on the new compelling album “Cautionary Tales”.
Recipient of the title “Best Rapper” at the Ithaca Music Awards in 2019, the young lyricist draws on his own real life battles and traumatic episodes, conveying a wide range of subject matter represented throughout the aptly titled release. It is a remarkable journey encapsulated in a series of biographical depictions, all with an underlying theme of survival, escape, progression and transformation.
Witnessing as a 6 year old the incarceration of his mother due to drug dependency issues and the subsequent break up of the family unit with siblings displaced across America had, understandably, a huge impact on one so young. However as he relates in the narrative, it also provided a motivation to pick up the pen for the first time, encouraged by his musician father.
A talented athlete at school, street corner hustles were necessary to supplement the limited household income, and the album explores at length the harsh realities while dispensing of any glamourisation. Surrounded by betrayals, dangers and the loss of life, the subsequent emergence and change of path still brought with it a legacy of consequences. The challenges of breaking free from shackles and perceptions held by the street are not inconsiderable, but the journey to new horizons remained undaunted.
The themes are handled with impressive maturity, not least in the aftermath of having been shot in the family home by armed intruders where, as in earlier years, the trauma of his “life changing experience” was turned on its head and used for a new level of focus. Stating at the time “Success will be the best revenge. Whoever did this is ruining their lives, not mine” the linear motivation was genuine and has born witness to a prolific period of writing ever since.
Regarded as a local classic for the diversity of issues raised, the “Colorblind” EP in 2019 was followed by the release of the video “Cartel” addressing police brutality at the height of the George Floyd tragedy. A dedicated champion of the local music scene, the video featured a plethora of local artists under the stronger together banner all sending a united message against injustices they have experienced first hand.
A series of EP’s and albums followed in 2021 and 2022, and it is fitting that with such passion for his home State he should turn to a local veteran producer in taking the next step of his journey, Binghamton’s Frost Gamble.
Originally a rap battler in the 1990’s, the switch to the desk and relocation to Manitoba, Canada, heralded a new era. Early work included productions with Young Bleed, Sadat X, J-Ro, Doc Ice and Tahmell, son of the legendary Rakim, while in 2013 he contributed to Fresh I.E.’s “Red Letterz 13” which duly won “Album of the Year” at the Canadian Gospel Music Awards.
Re-uniting with long time Binghamton sparring partner and rapper Tone Chop, in 2016 their “Veteran” EP enjoyed an impressive international reception, continued the following year with the release of the album “Respect is Earned Not Given” which culminated in a guest appearance on DJ Eclipse’s Sirius XM show ‘Rap Is Outta Control’.
The body of work from the pair since then has been nothing short of phenomenal with an extensive back catalogue augmented with every passing year. Separately Frost released further projects with, among others, Tragedy Khadafi, KXNG Crooked, Horseshoe Gang and Craig G while producing his “Sixteens” series of instrumentals. Additionally, a long track record of helping to develop new emerging artists from his original home State and Canada means destiny resonates for Anthony and Frost with this debut collaborative album.
Authentically powerful, this is Storyville of a life less ordinary set to the highest caliber soundtrack. Immense.
Released through New Dawn Records
released October 20, 2023
Lyrics written & performed by Anthony Kannon
Additional lyrics on "Take It Easy" written & performed by Shea Malcolmson & Justo the MC
Additional lyrics on "Echo Echo" written & performed by Tone Chop
All tracks produced by Frost Gamble
Additional production on "Take It Easy" by Serge Paul
Engineered by David Brown of D Brown Sounds
