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[Verse 1: will.i.am]
Street livin’, caught in a trap
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Be like kings or be like pawns
They called us coons, now they call us cons
Street niggas be packing pistols
Terrorists be blasting missles
Crips and bloods and retail thugs
CIA planes bring Columbian drugs
Don’t push me cause I’m close to hell
And compare to them, prison guards get payed well
Ten years no bail is 4 years at Yale
So, forget about the statue of General Lee
Because the status of blacks are generally
Are gonna end up in some penitentiary
Systematically, that’s how they made it to be
Listen, they derailed the soul train
And put a nightmare into every Martin Luther King
And private complexes are owned by the same
Slave masters that owned the slave trade game
And racists no longer have to be racist
Cause niggas kill more niggas than the KKK did
Now, every time I hear a new def jam
Niggas killing niggas like they Ku Klux Klan
I understand what’s a nigga to choose?
Be the killer or be the dead dude in the news
I get it, what’s a nigga to do?
No education in the hood, got a nigga confused

[Verse 2: Taboo]
Street livin’, tough conditions
Brainwashed by the television
We lost in the war we live in
Double cross love lost no religion
Street livin’, oh my gosh
Another brother got shot by the searg’
Another cop got off with no charge
If you black in the hood, you at large
You’re guilty until we prove you’re innocent
If you’re ivory, they treat you different
If you’re ebony, they assume you’re temperament
Well, be vigilant, and they call you militant
You’ll get shot, and they’ll say the incident
Is because you’re beligerent
What a coincidence?
If you ain’t dead, you can see imprisonment

[Verse 3: apl.de.ap]
It’s more niggas in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
There’s more niggas that’s rotting in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
So, how we gon’ get out the trap?
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Street livin’, hustle or hoops
Guns or books, get shot or shoot
Street livin’, ain’t no rules
Break the law, make or break the news
The life you choose could be the life you lose
Niggas getting stuck for the Nike shoes
Street livin’, ain’t no joke
It’s a cold world, better bring your coat
Revoke cause the streets are broke
Now, they wanna take away our dreams and hopes
Street livin’, no economics
No way out of the Reaganomics
Infected by the black plague, new bubonic
No comprende, we speak ebonics
Street livin’, what’s your position?
You can take action or take a dick
Listen, you can get fucked by the system
Or you can say fuck the system

[Intro: Dr. Dre]
Yeah, this is Dr. Dre
And this is the next Aftermath representative, Jon Connor!
The album is ‘Vehicle City’
Aftermath
This some 2018 shit
So Jon, won’t you step up and show ’em just a little bit of what the fuck you do
Come on, let’s get ’em

[Verse 1: Jon Connor]
Look, this year’s election was trash, so I need therapy bad
These rappers is gassed, these rappers is actors and this movie terribly cast
I’m finna kill it
Compare this track to a strap and a mask
This sound like an old shotty
A blast from the past *Gun Shots*
Yea that’s yo ass
I ain’t feeling you niggas
That shit ain’t appealing to me or the city I live in
We really don’t feel it
Cause you could be nice with the lyrics but ain’t got that real nigga feeling
Now real niggas feel this
Fuck opinions, fuck ya niggas
Stay in a hater mouth I should become a dentist
I’m the blemish on ya finish when you think you riding fly
You want it then come and get it
I’ll admit it, couldn’t go another minute
Hearing all the shit that niggas try to mimic
So I’m bout to try to Royce and Eminem it
Til I kill it, homicide on anybody siding with it
I am Richard Pryor fire, lighter to a diaper, hot shit
I get excited by the shit that you liking
Cause you sounding worse than the niggas you biting
Fuck all you niggas, I’m second to none
It’s my time now and every second to come
Scary, cause I’ma keep spitting cemeteries until I’m in lyrical heaven with Pun
None of you niggas is scaring me none
You know where the fuck that I’m from
The city where houses get raided you know how we play it
Tell granny to bury the gun
Real nigga that’ll flip words
With you niggas it be just words
Tell em it a benefit em if I get em in a diss first
Cause Imma make a Mother Fucker hot if I diss you in this verse
Nah, it’s feeling like you niggas just cursed
You and my girl need to switch skirts
Fuck the world til my dick hurts
God Damn, this shit a make a nun miss church
In my hood, the big niggas debo’ing debo
Matt Hardy you niggas, delete em, delete em
They waiting for me to come speak for the people
The fiends on my street they compete for a needle
Midwest fucking with me from here to Toledo
Ain’t sleeping til all of my people is eating
Cause back in the day all they knew how to feed us
Was funyuns and cheetos, doritos and fritos
Feeding my ego, these hoes, I back seat of my jeep em, I never mislead em
My daddy told me it was cheaper to keep em
Fuck a bitch, fuck tricking, I don’t even retweet em
Nice, this is lord steven regal against ricky steamboat
Snitches get stitches, in my hood they end up in ditches
Oh you don’t believe em? Ever seen Joe Pesci at the end of Casino?
Oh, they take pride in that, no sympathy for nobody who ain’t in line
Catch a body and they fine with that
How I feel? To the major labels, everybody yall sign is wack
Remind me that, when I react, the time we at, pussy niggas, copycats
Copy raps, I will not be that, I’m yall ass 24/7, *10/4* copy that

[Interlude: Dr. Dre]
Aftermath in this bitch nigga, what you gon’ do about it huh? Nothing. Yea, nigga what?
Aww shit, Kill em Jon!

[Verse 2: Jon Connor & Dr. Dre]
Look, I could do this for days
Tell em to fix they face
Tell em I kill it Until it’s feeling like its a grave
Look at the shit you play
Look at the shit they say
Schooling you niggas and you can tell em I skipped a grade
Tell em I did for everybody that wanted to listen to rap again but disengaged
Wait…
Hold up, You tired nigga?
Real niggas, and my bad bitches make some noise all the fuck niggas stay quiet
Point em out, if you see em, if you see em point em out, I’m feeling like I’m bout to start a riot
I was hoping and hoping the flow would just open the door, I was broke
I was poor, I was low, I don’t know where to go, wanna blow
But at home, they like gone and put on, get it on for the throne nigga
I’m back in a rage, like I’m black and it’s back in the days
When we use to have to sit in the back in the bus, like fuck
Til Rosa Parks said shit I’m tired as a slave
Everybody looking at me thinking what I’m bout to do
Well let me think about it, Dre done put me in position
Competition kinda getting soft
Well I’ma get it while I’m in it
Did it better than you would have ever thought
No I don’t compromise
This Flint and them Compton guys
Back to monopolize, anything that we want
So going to war with us is not advised, nigga

[Outro: Jon Connor]
Sav
Mo Cleaves
Dre, what up nigga?!
Vehicle City
Yea, shout to Remy and Lil Kim
Y’all did that

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
(2 Chainz!)
Yeah, yeah
Take ’em to church, I’m talkin’ the tabernacle
It’s the return of the body snatcher
Walk in the spot, make my woman smack ya (Whoo!)
In a fruit fight, I aim at your Adam’s Apple
Pull up in the candy car eatin’ a candy bar
And my girl eatin’ a candy apple
Yuh, I line their ass up, I aim at their Cruiser
All of these stones on my neck, uh
They must have looked at Medusa
Pockets Rasputia of course, I drove some rims to court
I fucked some twins before, I had a Benz before
This is the sin report
This is the murder murder, pass the burner, Em
Your money shorter than an acronym
Big body when I’m backin’ in
Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies, nigga
Fakin’, nigga, human traffickin’ (woo)
I’m on the Act again, this ain’t a accident
King like Ak-ron
I run the trap again, you on the treadmill (treadmill)
Never, Neverland shit came with a Ferris wheel (goddamn)
Ferris day off, baby, AR in the same car
Most of y’all my sons, aww, look at little JR
F-12 same color Kate Moss, ugh, I’m talkin’ wrist in the pot
I’m talkin’ this and you not, I’m talkin’ bricks and you not
I’m talkin’ straight up and down, nigga, like 6 o’clock
This is the equinox, this what the people want
Somebody at the door, I heard the speaker knock, uh

[Chorus: PHresher]
I’m at your throat like Chloraseptic, ‘septic
And you got strep, I’m too complex with, ‘plex with
This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
I’m at your throat, I’m feelin’ reckless, reckless, yeah

[Verse 2: PHresher]
Do me a favor, don’t do me no favors
These bitches got flavors
They all wanna smoke but ain’t doin’ no labor
But they shoppin’ at Raleys, they stingin’ like tasers
Act Hollywood like they play for the Lakers
They fly on the latest
Crocs, alligators, say hi to my haters
Pardon my neighbor, we eatin’
That chicken, lobster, potatoes
You must be sniffin’ that yayo
If you don’t think I’m that nigga
Swagger on 10 since a day old
It’s a-okay though, whippin’ up whip like it’s mayo
Every track is a K.O., fuck nigga, K.O
Go off your head like I’m Ayo
Out of this world, talkin’ NATO
It’s ‘cos of jail, don’t be an A-hole
‘Cause I got shooters that shoot when I say so, like Lord
Wanna be in my shoes, you ain’t paid no dues
Real nigga, you ain’t break no rules
High school, niggas ate your food
Might dumb it down a little, but I ain’t no fool
Niggas hate every day, B (yeah)
Shit is O.C. lately (yeah)
Gotta break ’em off with these Dre beats (yeah)
Or I might go crazy (yeah)
These niggas too goddamn lazy
Don’t ever, ever, ever try to play me
Lil’ shawty now comin’ from BK
But I’m tryna come up like JAY-Z
Nothin’ but love from my heart
I feel entitled to titles
Fuck it, man, I want the title
My mission is [?]

[Chorus: PHresher]
I’m at your throat like Chloraseptic, ‘septic
And you got strep, I’m too complex with, ‘plex with
This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
I’m at your throat, I’m feelin’ reckless, reckless, yeah

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Bin Laden with a pen, body it again
I begin slaughterin’ your men, prolly shoulda been
Ali or the Svengali embodiment of sin
Like a Saudi in the Taliban plotting an event
In the lobby of the Intercontinental
With an obvious intent
And I will not even relent up on a little
Like Osama with a bomb under the bin
And down the middle of the Pentagon
And hit a kindergartener with a rental, stop!
Back and forth, back and forth
Like Jack Kevorkian’s ass to court
Rap mature, why can’t you be like Macklemore? Huh?
Why you always gotta smack a whore?
It’s likely the psychiatric ward’s a last resort
Something’s gotta give, that’s for sure
Yet you keep comin’ back for more
Not as raw as I was, "’Walk on Water’ sucks"
Bitch, suck my dick
Y’all saw the tracklist and had a fit ‘fore you heard it
So you formed your verdict
While you sat with your arms crossed
Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs (Chill!)
Nah, dog, y’all sayin’ I lost it, your fuckin’ marbles are gone
But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sounds the same
Brain’s a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate
Real pain in the paper, I don’t trace
But if I look strange and out of place
It’s ’cause I’m an alien, that’s why I write ’til the page is outta space, yeah
From 7 Mile in Novara to "How can I be down?"
All of us tryna pile in the car (yeah!), we shot for the stars, yeah
‘Cause we only got so much time in this world (yeah!)
So rewind it to your high school dance to the night before
If you think you’re promised tomorrow (yeah!)
Now I’m ’bout to fool again
This tune is sick, it’s luminous, the moon is lit
A freakin’ lunatic, a human computer chip
And I’m soon to stick a broom in the uterus of your Hooters chick
If I was you I wouldn’t do nothin’ stupid due to the mood I’m in
I’m losin’ it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint
Show me who to rip, it’s time for you to get screwed
Empty the lubricant and put super glue in it
How many fuckin’ rappers did I go through?
Dispel doubt but you won’t admit I smoked
And you was spellbound, hellbound in my snowsuit
But am I s’posed to sound like everything else out?
‘Cause I don’t get compared to it, only myself now
And I can see the fair-weather fans and sales down
But the only way I care is if I let myself down
But what the fuck have I awoke to?
Time to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools
I know you still want me to ill out, don’t you?
Hopin’ the old Slim’s gonna spill out, open fire
On your whole camp with this spit I wrote you
So chill out, no, you hoes couldn’t roast me with the shit I wrote you
Then I took a stand, went at Tan-Face
And practically cut my mothafuckin’ fan base in half and still outsold you
You just called my shit trash
Thank God, I rap better when the odds are stacked
"Revival’s wack, I don’t like the ‘Zombie’ track
Or when he’s talkin’ that garbage psychotic crap
Where’s your content at? What’s with all the conscious rap?
P!nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani that" (yeah)
I just added to the fuel in my rocket pack
‘Til I’m ready to respond, then I’ma launch it at ’em
Idiotic from the fuckin’ embryonic sac
To the bodybag, I’ll be back
And when I am, I’ll be at your fuckin’ throat like—

[Outro: PHresher]
Like Chloraseptic

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
(2 Chainz!)
Yeah, yeah
Take ’em to church, I’m talkin’ the tabernacle
It’s the return of the body snatcher
Walk in the spot, make my woman smack ya (Whoo!)
In a fruit fight, I aim at your Adam’s Apple
Pull up in the candy car eatin’ a candy bar
And my girl eatin’ a candy apple
Yuh, I line their ass up, I aim at their Cruiser
All of these stones on my neck, uh
They must have looked at Medusa
Pockets Rasputia of course, I drove some rims to court
I fucked some twins before, I had a Benz before
This is the sin report
This is the murder murder, pass the burner, Em
Your money shorter than an acronym
Big body when I’m backin’ in
Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies, nigga
Fakin’, nigga, human traffickin’ (woo)
I’m on the Act again, this ain’t a accident
King like Ak-ron
I run the trap again, you on the treadmill (treadmill)
Never, Neverland shit came with a Ferris wheel (goddamn)
Ferris day off, baby, AR in the same car
Most of y’all my sons, aww, look at little JR
F-12 same color Kate Moss, ugh, I’m talkin’ wrist in the pot
I’m talkin’ this and you not, I’m talkin’ bricks and you not
I’m talkin’ straight up and down, nigga, like 6 o’clock
This is the equinox, this what the people want
Somebody at the door, I heard the speaker knock, uh

[Chorus: PHresher]
I’m at your throat like Chloraseptic, ‘septic
And you got strep, I’m too complex with, ‘plex with
This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
I’m at your throat, I’m feelin’ reckless, reckless, yeah

[Verse 2: PHresher]
Do me a favor, don’t do me no favors
These bitches got flavors
They all wanna smoke but ain’t doin’ no labor
But they shoppin’ at Raleys, they stingin’ like tasers
Act Hollywood like they play for the Lakers
They fly on the latest
Crocs, alligators, say hi to my haters
Pardon my neighbor, we eatin’
That chicken, lobster, potatoes
You must be sniffin’ that yayo
If you don’t think I’m that nigga
Swagger on 10 since a day old
It’s a-okay though, whippin’ up whip like it’s mayo
Every track is a K.O., fuck nigga, K.O
Go off your head like I’m Ayo
Out of this world, talkin’ NATO
It’s ‘cos of jail, don’t be an A-hole
‘Cause I got shooters that shoot when I say so, like Lord
Wanna be in my shoes, you ain’t paid no dues
Real nigga, you ain’t break no rules
High school, niggas ate your food
Might dumb it down a little, but I ain’t no fool
Niggas hate every day, B (yeah)
Shit is O.C. lately (yeah)
Gotta break ’em off with these Dre beats (yeah)
Or I might go crazy (yeah)
These niggas too goddamn lazy
Don’t ever, ever, ever try to play me
Lil’ shawty now comin’ from BK
But I’m tryna come up like JAY-Z
Nothin’ but love from my heart
I feel entitled to titles
Fuck it, man, I want the title
My mission is [?]

[Chorus: PHresher]
I’m at your throat like Chloraseptic, ‘septic
And you got strep, I’m too complex with, ‘plex with
This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
I’m at your throat, I’m feelin’ reckless, reckless, yeah

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Bin Laden with a pen, body it again
I begin slaughterin’ your men, prolly shoulda been
Ali or the Svengali embodiment of sin
Like a Saudi in the Taliban plotting an event
In the lobby of the Intercontinental
With an obvious intent
And I will not even relent up on a little
Like Osama with a bomb under the bin
And down the middle of the Pentagon
And hit a kindergartener with a rental, stop!
Back and forth, back and forth
Like Jack Kevorkian’s ass to court
Rap mature, why can’t you be like Macklemore? Huh?
Why you always gotta smack a whore?
It’s likely the psychiatric ward’s a last resort
Something’s gotta give, that’s for sure
Yet you keep comin’ back for more
Not as raw as I was, "’Walk on Water’ sucks"
Bitch, suck my dick
Y’all saw the tracklist and had a fit ‘fore you heard it
So you formed your verdict
While you sat with your arms crossed
Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs (Chill!)
Nah, dog, y’all sayin’ I lost it, your fuckin’ marbles are gone
But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sounds the same
Brain’s a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate
Real pain in the paper, I don’t trace
But if I look strange and out of place
It’s ’cause I’m an alien, that’s why I write ’til the page is outta space, yeah
From 7 Mile in Novara to "How can I be down?"
All of us tryna pile in the car (yeah!), we shot for the stars, yeah
‘Cause we only got so much time in this world (yeah!)
So rewind it to your high school dance to the night before
If you think you’re promised tomorrow (yeah!)
Now I’m ’bout to fool again
This tune is sick, it’s luminous, the moon is lit
A freakin’ lunatic, a human computer chip
And I’m soon to stick a broom in the uterus of your Hooters chick
If I was you I wouldn’t do nothin’ stupid due to the mood I’m in
I’m losin’ it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint
Show me who to rip, it’s time for you to get screwed
Empty the lubricant and put super glue in it
How many fuckin’ rappers did I go through?
Dispel doubt but you won’t admit I smoked
And you was spellbound, hellbound in my snowsuit
But am I s’posed to sound like everything else out?
‘Cause I don’t get compared to it, only myself now
And I can see the fair-weather fans and sales down
But the only way I care is if I let myself down
But what the fuck have I awoke to?
Time to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools
I know you still want me to ill out, don’t you?
Hopin’ the old Slim’s gonna spill out, open fire
On your whole camp with this spit I wrote you
So chill out, no, you hoes couldn’t roast me with the shit I wrote you
Then I took a stand, went at Tan-Face
And practically cut my mothafuckin’ fan base in half and still outsold you
You just called my shit trash
Thank God, I rap better when the odds are stacked
"Revival’s wack, I don’t like the ‘Zombie’ track
Or when he’s talkin’ that garbage psychotic crap
Where’s your content at? What’s with all the conscious rap?
P!nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani that" (yeah)
I just added to the fuel in my rocket pack
‘Til I’m ready to respond, then I’ma launch it at ’em
Idiotic from the fuckin’ embryonic sac
To the bodybag, I’ll be back
And when I am, I’ll be at your fuckin’ throat like—

[Outro: PHresher]
Like Chloraseptic

[Intro]
TrapXFicante
Carbon Fiber Music

Yeh yeeeh yeh
Yeh yeeeh yeh (sigo el-, sigo-el, sigo el-)
Eeeh eeh eeh
Yeh yeh yeh

[Puente]
Siempre van a hablar pero no importa
La gente siempre va a hablar mal (yeah)
Yo no sé, siempre yo he sido así
Por nadie yo voy a cambiar mi manera ‘e pensar (¡woo!)

[Coro]
Que digan lo que quieran de mí
¿Tú no cree que yo sé que hablan de mí?
Qué me envidian y quieren mano pa’ mí (quieren mano)
Qué digan lo que quieran de mí

Que digan lo que quieran de mí
¿Tú no cree que yo sé que hablan de mí?
Qué me envidian y quieren mano pa’ mí (quieren mano)
Que digan lo que quieran de mí (¡Farru!)

[Verso 1]
No sufra’ y destapa la botella, frontea, bebe, fuma y brinda por la vida
Que mañana si a uno lo matan o te mueres to’ el mundo te olvida
No hay amigos en las malas, en las buenas dicen que to’ son familia
Todo aquí es una hipocresía
Por eso bebo como un loco, fumo como un loco
Salgo como un loco, sí, yo soy un loco
Que nadie nunca pudo entender
Sólo por mi forma de ser (yeh)
Vivo a mi manera, nadie me controla y por nadie yo voy a cambiar
Me gusta la calle, exploto to’ el dinero, vacilo y no paro de janguear
Pero nadie me puede decir na’ a mÍ, pa’ eso josié, lo sudé y me jodí
De donde lo saqué y en qué yo lo gasté, ¿qué carajo te importa eso a ti? (yeh)
Rumbeando y viajando, siempre disfrutando (ehh)
De esta vida corta que se está acabando (ohh)
Los momentos buenos son los recuerdos con los que te vas a quedar (ahh)
Porque nada de lo material cuando te muera’ te va’ a llevar

[Puente]
Siempre van a hablar (siempre van a hablar) pero no importa
La gente siempre va a hablar (skrt, skrt, skrt)

[Coro]
Que digan lo que quieran de mí
¿Tú no cree que yo sé que hablan de mí?
Que me envidian y quieren mano pa’ mí (quieren mano pa’ mí)
Que digan lo que quieran de mí

Que digan lo que quieran de mí
¿Tú no cree que yo sé que hablan de mí?
Que me envidian y quieren mano pa’ mí (quieren mano)
Que digan lo que quieran de mí
Que digan lo que quieran de mí

[Outro]
Yeh, yeah, yeeh
Yeh, yeah, yeeh
(Quieren mano pa’ mÍ)
¡Farru!
Sharo torres
(¡Woo!)
Yeah yeh
(Quieren mano pa’ mí)
Yeah yeh
Yeah
Yeeh, yeh