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Verse 1 (LR)
Kill me or let me be free, one or the other/
Can't you see that we don't see eye to eye with one another/
Holdin' me back, while I'm tryna get ahead/
N its time's like these I wanna drop dead like Fred/
Instead, spark another L to the head/
Spliffs twisted lit get lifted/
Grab the microphone n pour a drink two fistin'/
The streets are bleedin' ?, now so are my eyes/
N as the time fly's by with the day's of our lives/
I kick back, relax, life I analyze/
I bin tryna live in peace but I can only fantasize/
Cuz shit, she like the devil in disguise/
Holdin' me down I can't move I'm feelin' paralyzed/
Wouldn't believe the things I've seen thru this pair of eyes/
Tryna survive in a life I can't justify/
Nah I can't escape she always right at my side/
I cant lie...
Hook (LDontheCut)
Verse 2 (LR)
I cant resist I get pissed when she act like a bitch/
Like every time I get ahead she thro me back in a ditch/
I wish, she would jus let me sit back n get rich/
Cuz yea wouldn't it be nice if life was jus like this?/
I'd be chillin' on a beach witta drink n a spliff/
But uh, yo, you know, life's a bitch/
She kick me when I'm up then she kick me when I'm down/
She make me think I'm doin' good b4 she kick me to the ground/
I take 1 step forward like I took 4 back/
You think Im gonna giv up? n cook more.... ??/
Nah, fuk that, Ima bad mutha fukka/
Smoke more grass on a Friday then Chris Tucker/
Straight from the gutter prolly neva get rich/
I'll prolly neva have much ta pass down to ma kids/
Shit it is what it is that's the life that I live/
N even tho life's a bitch I give it all I got ta give/
Hook & Outro (LDontheCut)
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Verse 1 (LR)
I talk wit gods walk wit convicts/
Talk shit I pop ya tooth into ya top lip/
Bom Bom, my mannerism is lawless/
Flawless, my method's ta man a rhythm wit rawness/
iLL content, criminal concepts/
Little by little that shit'll riddle ya concious/
Rhymes for hire retire entire squadrons/
Quiet get it on I'll be gone b4 the alarm rings/
- I rain hells fire in the darkness/
Sparks flyin' all u find are bodies when the fog lifts/
Wage war Im way more then they came for/
The chainsaw lyricist I'll rap till they brain sore/
Say pa, I got the bomb like napalm/
You jus another brick in the wall that they write my name on/
Game on, the dark lord takes the victory/
The mind is a war zone mines prone to misery/
Hook (Kali Ranks & Stephanie Adler)
Said what we livin' aint a game/
Set ya mind and ya soul and ya heart in flames/
Now what is in the name?/
Said now they singin' no pain no flame/
Said what we livin aint a game/
Said when ya mind and ya soul and ya heart cant take/
Now what is there to gain?/
Said when them singin' more fame no shame/
Verse 2 (D.O.V)
If you catch me noddin' off it’s just a seance in my slumber/
See me reppin' with the gods but even Satan has my number/
Stressin' not a question any day can take me under/
The view upon the ledge subtle beauties of the plunder/
The down fall down and out without a doubt its hunger/
The victim of your circumstance I play the role of trouble/
My hearts ice cold, my body is on fire/
Kill everything I touch, let the flames burn higher/
I strolled thru the valley of death and wrote a poem/
The greatest stories never been written but only told/
My house made of glass, I cast the first stone/
For everything I have they can never take hold/
My quality enhanced only time shapes the mold/
But To never take a chance means you’re never meant to know/
My sediment, benevolence and patience through it all/
I place my faith in death for only death is what I know/
Hook (Kali Ranks & Stephanie Adler)
Said what we livin' aint a game/
Set ya mind and ya soul and ya heart in flames/
Now what is in the name?/
Said now they singin' no pain no flame/
Said what we livin' aint a game/
Said when ya mind and ya soul and ya heart cant take/
Now what is there to gain?/
Said when them singin' more fame no shame/
Verse 3 (LR)
Nobody scared of diein' till they hidin' from death/
They say they ride or die but I can smell the lies on they breath/
Smells like pussy some'll die to impress/
Speak the wrong words n now they lie wit 5 in the chest/
Straight fugazi, too scared ta work or too lazy?/
- I put in dirt only concerned wit who pays me/
The booth burna I bombard ya track/
I get around son but home is where my heart is at/
My head spin around the stars n back/
Bars intact its a fact that the god can rap/
Rhyme supplier, time n time again supply fire/
Currently my currency flowin' like live wire/
Shockin' str8 from the era of the walkman/
Tim boots stompin' mcs very often/
Thats real, deep thoughts I keep lots/
iLLLL, vocabulary spill when the beat knocks/
Outro (Kali Ranks x Stephanie Adler)
Said what we livin' aint a game/
Said when ya mind and ya soul and ya heart cant take/
Now what is there to gain?/
Said when them singin' more fame no shame/
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Verse 1 (LR)
Listen up I mop the floors wit this shit, open doors wit this shit/
Moral is fuck a pay ta play we aint endorsin' it/
It's unfortunate, when rappers fold like a dorsal fin/
I take a seat n smash a beat like it was porcelain/
Come get some more a this, flows iLL of course it is/
No chill grindin' like we sold pills to Morpheus/
see all I know is this, the shit we bang the corners wit/
Born for this I keep my feet planted while the storm is thick/
Extraordinary lyricst my sound be glorious/
They love it or hate it as long they rate it I know that they cant be ignorin' this/
Survive the moralless, streets where pain n sorrow livz/
The only hope we find reside in dreams of what tomorrow brings/
Im gettin twisted tryna figure out wut normal is/
Shit good god if god is good I hardly notice it/
Raise a toast to this I drink till my corona sings/
Sheeeit Life's a Bitch Lee Ricks I thought by now you'd know these things/
Hook (LR)
I know, I'll live forever in slums/
Ehyao bust it, Ima do this like its never bin done/
Ehyaoo trus it, my crew we come together as one/
Bringin' the ruckus now you fukkin' wit sum veterans dun/
I know, I'll live forever in slums/
Ehyao bust it, Ima do this like its never bin done/
Ehyaoo trus it, my crew we come together as one/
Bringin' the ruckus now you fukkin' wit sum veterans, done!/
Verse 2 (LR)
All I hear is life's a bitch it's hard ta swallow it/
Drink ta fill a void annoyed wen all I do is hollow it/
Don't fall in this, The pit Im in is bottomless/
See where I'm at they wear a mask n try ta stay annonomys/
I seen alotta this see where Im at godlessness/
The land of the forgotten hard times n broken promises/
Take me where ma father is, if heavens gotta ghetto/
Crack a bottle, I want all of it, I'm drinkin' until I let go/
Yaooo Lets go, feel like we livin' on death row/
If it ain't gonna get any better then fuk it, I don't wanna live no more/
Nah, Fuk that, Im grabin' life by the horns/
N Ima slap this bitch up like she was rightfully warned/
What, in plain text, my life has bin a train wreck/
But neva sold my soul I told the devil ta take a rain check/
See from a youngin comin' up I learn the game quick/
B4 you start bargain'n chips, learn who you playin' wit/
Hook (LR)
I know, I'll live forever in slums/
Ehyao bust it, Ima do this like its never bin done/
Ehyaoo trus it, my crew we come together as one/
Bringin' the ruckus now you fukkin' wit sum veterans dun/
I know, I'll live forever in slums/
Ehyao bust it, Ima do this like its never bin done/
Ehyaoo trus it, my crew we come together as one/
Bringin' the ruckus now you fukkin' wit sum veterans, done!/
Outro (LDonTheCut)
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Worlds Apart
03:55
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Verse 1 (LR)
I found my man down drownin' at the bottom of a bottle/
Witta pocket fulla stones up higher then Colorado/
Holdin' a sign tryna find Eldorado/
On the highway ta hell a wild style desperado/
Offered a ride pulled over said hop inside/
He said I got a story Ima tell you for the drive/
Put it in gear n let my tires peel out/
I said, story up n let ya heart bleed out/
He said, I like ta drink mad liquor/
Brainstorm beats n pen n pad a politzer/
I walk the path wit plans of gettin' richer/
Born hooligan bin lootin' wit mans that get the picture/
Said he'd seen a few crimes he grind wen the moon shines/
Mind frame sayin' I'll be gettin' mine in due time"/
Chopped a few dimes flipped em to a kilo/
Chopped a few lines started sippin' on the veno/
He said...
HOOK (LR)
Im jus driftin' like a star/
Tryna find where we are/
Im just driftin' like a star/
Now I can see we worlds apart/
Im jus driftin' like a star/
Tryna find where we are/
Im just driftin' like a star/
Now Im a sho ya who we are/
Verse 2 (LR)
I found my man down got caught up in the devils clutch/
Fukt up I watched em fall where I thought he would level up/
Lost in the sauce every time he came over/
Game over, I tried ta tell em stay sober/
Come correct I had ta check how he was liven/
Trippin', never thought Id see my man slippin'/
Till I seen em walk the line conflicted/
Fall victim to the game I seen em change position/
Seen the same man stand n break the chain of addiction/
If he could do it all again he'd make the same decision/
Still pave the same lanes blaze the same izm/
Said ta understand it's all the same the games written/
Now I can see em in the mirror real clear/
The reflection makes it all too real he's right here/
Eye patch hides half the pain in my eyes/
Let my scars paint the past that paint the days of our lives/
HOOK (LR)
Im jus driftin' like a star/
Tryna find where we are/
Im just driftin' like a star/
Now I can see we worlds apart/
Im jus driftin' like a star/
Tryna find where we are/
Im just driftin' like a star/
Now Im a sho ya who we are/
Verse 3 (LR)
A product of ma past glass pipes n piece work/
Flash backs of a fast life all I see's dirt/
Bin tryna walk the line while my feet hurt/
- Prayin ta ease the pain while my knees hurt/
- If you don't kno me do ya research LEARN/
Think b4 u speak n get ya teeth hurt BURN/
LR, quote my bars on ya T-Shirt/
I breath Hip-Hop pledge allegiance to the street first/
There's no disputin' I got some evil that rooted/
But the god in me gotta be constantly keepin' it movin'/
Ima blaze wit the beast n drink wine wit Jesus/
Here's a dime for ya mind the grape vines in season/
- In the dark Ima spark like fuses/
- Flow tight pen smart write perfusive/
- I penetrate life wit this music/
Steamed up ventilate right where the booth is/
- Who's this spittin' fumes like glue sticks?/
Bob bin on the beats breakin' neks like tooth picks/
Level head str8 meditate like a buddhist/
The truth is, now we movin' crews like cruise ships/
HOOK (LR)
Im jus driftin' like a star/
Tryna find where we are/
Im just driftin' like a star/
Now I can see we worlds apart/
Im jus driftin' like a star/
Tryna find where we are/
Im just driftin' like a star/
Now Im a sho ya who we are/
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Verse 1 (LR)
Get the fuk up out my lane I drive faster/
Shadow box in the rain wit 5 masters/
Keep my eye on the prize I'm miles passed ya/
Peep my technique and admire the style after/
I came swingin' a bat outta hell's kitchen/
Bells ringin' 5 mic ammunition that's well written/
I rap it wit authority, spit it wit conviction/
You rappin' like a Dorothy bitch, nobody listens/
I'm in the zone flyin' ova ya dome piece/
Hold heat, high in demand supply dope fiends/
I know fiends be gettin' high while they nose bleeds/
No sleep day 5 high as a drone b/
- I keep it iLL like dirty needles/
Skilllllz, still on the street like desert eagles/
Yo that's a deagle, supreme clean cerebral/
Frequently, I freak wit the frequency for the people/
Hook x2 (LR)
A bad man nobody dem wan test/
Disrespect em punchlines thru dem chest/
A bad man nobody dem wan test em/
A beast in the east a bad man from the west/
Verse 2 (LR)
I be the freshest in the flesh until the casket drop/
Break beats like a champagne glass that drop/
Massive props, I get it while the acid drops/
My legacy'll last forever like, classic rock/
You bust ya ass for this shit, neva had a shot/
I hit the lab right quick, anotha classic drop/
Ya see I lay back, blaze tracks, the play backs aggressive/
Compression, they say that the way that I blend it is gettin' impressive/
I spit liquid shoot, (thoooop) shok ya fuse box/
Still sik wit it from a yute witta boom box/
I got neck brace, records n cassette tapes/
Press play, you ain't bin this fresh on your best day/
Nooooo, I bin chefin' 16's on the fly/
Wit the precision of a triple beam I do it by eye/
Ayo my skillz gettin' filthy iLL, I get chillz b/
They say ta keep it real for real, I always will b/
Hook x2 (LR)
A bad man nobody dem wan test/
Disrespect em punchlines thru dem chest/
A bad man nobody dem wan test em/
A beast in the east a bad man from the west /
Outro (LDontheCut)
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Verse 1 (YZ1)
Okay it's time to go that means let's load up all the semis/
When chasin' down this doe believe that this road isn't friendly/
These hoes don't get a penny from me, although there's plenty/
And if I ain't got the loot for something yours is good as any/
My sword been choppin' many in half, the math is simple/
I symbolize the truth got mad stacks of credentials/
The only thing they ever said you had might be potential/
If you wanna try your luck inside the booth then nigga let's go/
Fresh with no expiry, your whole set they inspire me/
To rob them for their white and leave the rest like it was ivory/
Set the mic on fire we today's hell raisers/
Sharp lyrics slice through my foes and some neighbours!/
Playas isn't safe inside the field that they playin' in/
One shot - I'm killin' everybody in the stadium/
I just tossed a line at these fish - that's called baitin' them/
And I don't care how big these sharks is I'm filletin' them/
Hook (LDontheCut)
Verse 2 (LR)
I seen anger lead to violence, violence lead to sirens/
Sirens lead to cuffs you leave in cuffs remain silent/
Stay quiet, calm minds prevail/
Breath in 5, 4, 3, 2, exhaaaaaale/
I tried that, meditate n lie back/
Rise like tide set sail n bless a dime sack/
Smoke stacks blowin clouds check the forecast/
Storm brewin' sounds loud recordin' some more tracks/
Go find my record where the stores at BOM/
Or find it online any format, GWAN/
Wit the wind PAL shit be sinkin' in WOW/
Bring it in I feed the crowd while they listenin'/
Hip-Hop novelist, sound anthropologist/
Boombap Sinatra rap man's demolish this/
I give my all to this, LR be on the honors list/
An artist to the heart I keep it heated like a sauna is/
Hook (LDontheCut)
Verse 3 (Skanks The Rap Martyr)
This industry terrorism we terrorizin' the terrible/
For you to survive against #5 is a miracle/
Fuk ya record deal we destroy then we build/
If we don't kill shit we don't eat so we eat what we kill/
I bin workin' yea it took some years and months but then/
You got at least admit my friend Hip-Hop got a pulse again/
Who thought a simple exercise could become my addiction/
I speak this with conviction you can hear it my diction/
If you haters really listenin' you wouldn't be on my dick n/
Steady gossipin' talkin' behind my back like some bitches/
Me mixed wit Lee Ricks is some gauranteed sick shit/
We leave no witnesses so move out the way or you get hit/
Respect it
Hook (LDontheCut)
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Verse 1 (LR)
Get on that new shit, Who's this? LR, you bet it is/
Wild as a 26 smoove as a sedative/
Survive well buy n sell like pawn stars/
Reach for mine n find yaself in an arm bar/
Slap the gloves off meet me at the bus stops/
The brass knuckles buckle knee caps back the fuk off/
A whole posse of lyricist's ain't stoppin' me/
Consciously, I'm whoopin' they ass on the mic constantly/
Let it begin, I'm ready as I ever bin/
Step in the ring, destin' ta win, everything that I bring is evident/
- Steadiest readiest heavy deadliest veteran/
The sound crew murdera sen a word to ya next of kin/
They hear my name when they get deep in the game/
Speak it in vain, n they wont ever speak it again/
I let ma hands fly, I bin movin' dirt like landslides/
- Nah u aint on my level son ya fans lied/
Hook x2 (LR & Fans)
Get on that new shit who's this? "LEE RICKS"/
Get on that new shit who's this? "LEE RICKS"/
Get on that new shit who's this?/
LR u bet it is wild as a 26 smoove as a sedative/
Verse 2 (LR)
I bin, free fallin' from a high cliff/
Hit rock bottom bounced back wit sum fly shit/
Funny how the time shifts, quick by design kid/
New shit, I blueprint hits, wutta mind trip/
- How I could killa beat n you revive it/
You need remindin'? I'ma kill it you rewind it/
Yo that's dope like 5 spliffs n a tai stick/
High as shit ridin' thru the streets that I survive in/
- Defyin' gravity rapidly elevatin'/
Celebrate it, I body the cypha while hella faded/
Hella creative's why I'm always on some iLL shit/
Thats why if I don't fuk wit you means you ain't got the skills yet/
Yo if the product is fresh, pop ya deck/
Wen I flex, neva less then hip hop in the flesh/
Who got next? steppin' to the top of success/
We from the bottom where we often gotta deal wit regrets/
Hook x2 (LR & Fans)
Get on that new shit who's this? "LEE RICKS"/
Get on that new shit who's this? 'LEE RICKS'/
Get on that new shit who's this?/
LR u bet it is wild as a 26 smoove as a sedative/
Outro (LDontheCut & Konstance)
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BigBob & Lee Ricks Toronto, Ontario
Beats for Breakfast EP is the latest project from the creative partnership of avant garde producer BigBob and Lee Ricks. L.R. offers a narrative complexity, infinitely expanding throughout the project. It’s a triumphant collaboration of studious professionals, expressing a renaissance and a revival of the timeless boombap and golden era sounds with tactile beats and a powerfully blunt delivery. ... more
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