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Anthrolyricology
Yohalmo on the beat
BLAQKNOIZ
They say one for the treble, two for the trouble
Three for the pebbles skipping cross the puddle
Four for the devils, five for the reality we uncoupled
Six for the kids in Aleppo, still dead beneath the rubble
Seven for the babies, blended in the womb
Eight for the wars we ended, nine for the tombs
Ten for the send up, bend your knee to be the groom
Eleven for the crazy ladies, lend a ring, receive your doom
Twelve for the teeny bopper, acting grown for Insta- fame
Thirteen from the hip-hopper, BLAQ outgrown the kissing game
Fourteen for the virgins, and fifteen for the throne
Sixteen bars of urgent, the same been said, throw me a bone
Seventeen for the candles, eighteen for the smokers
Nineteen for the bandos, hot the box, then chew the okra
Twenty for the decade, the lox that's served by slaves
Twenty-One for the savage, pray his dumbass survives the grave
You know it's The Thought that counts
One, two, three, f*ck, you get what this about
Listen carefully for the sounds, from the underground
Where the crowned breathe on behalf of the drowned
You know it's The Thought that counts
One, two, three, f*ck, you get what this about
Listen carefully for the sounds, from the underground
Where the crowned breathe on behalf of the drowned
Twenty-One for the bud stems, twenty for the lung phlegm
Nineteen for the Actavis and eighteen for the cuffs
Seventeen for the air I breathe, sixteen is killing me
And fifteen for all the motherf*ckers that ain't feeling me yet!
I give fourteen to the vets
And thirteen to the good balance of luck that I get
Twelve is for 12, right outside 7-Eleven
And ten for the day I get to break bread with my brethren
Nine for lessons, eight for counting blessings
Seven, I take in everything, and six for the questions
Five, I bring it way live, what they ask for
With the last four, come with more cut than a knife
Three for the fact that you can see it bubbling right
And two for the competition as they suck on the mic
Troublesome, break 'em, make 'em walk to the light
They ain't f*cking with number one, this the love of my life
It's hiphop!
And it don't stop, motherf*ckers!
Anthrolyricology!
BLAQKNOIZ!
Uh, The Thought and Shako Speel 'bout to take over this motherf*cking Earth
Shit, we capture the dirt under your motherf*cking feet, motherf*ckers
Uh, get familiar!
2 4 Da Trouble
Anthrolyricology - 2 4 Da Trouble Lyrics
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Last track...
Anthrolyricology
Yohalmo on the beat
BLAQKNOIZ
They say one for the treble, two for the trouble
Three for the pebbles skipping cross the puddle
Four for the devils, five for the reality we uncoupled
Six for the kids in Aleppo, still dead beneath the rubble
Seven for the babies, blended in the womb
Eight for the wars we ended, nine for the tombs
Ten for the send up, bend your knee to be the groom
Eleven for the crazy ladies, lend a ring, receive your doom
Twelve for the teeny bopper, acting grown for Insta- fame
Thirteen from the hip-hopper, BLAQ outgrown the kissing game
Fourteen for the virgins, and fifteen for the throne
Sixteen bars of urgent, the same been said, throw me a bone
Seventeen for the candles, eighteen for the smokers
Nineteen for the bandos, hot the box, then chew the okra
Twenty for the decade, the lox that's served by slaves
Twenty-One for the savage, pray his dumbass survives the grave
You know it's The Thought that counts
One, two, three, f*ck, you get what this about
Listen carefully for the sounds, from the underground
Where the crowned breathe on behalf of the drowned
You know it's The Thought that counts
One, two, three, f*ck, you get what this about
Listen carefully for the sounds, from the underground
Where the crowned breathe on behalf of the drowned
Twenty-One for the bud stems, twenty for the lung phlegm
Nineteen for the Actavis and eighteen for the cuffs
Seventeen for the air I breathe, sixteen is killing me
And fifteen for all the motherf*ckers that ain't feeling me yet!
I give fourteen to the vets
And thirteen to the good balance of luck that I get
Twelve is for 12, right outside 7-Eleven
And ten for the day I get to break bread with my brethren
Nine for lessons, eight for counting blessings
Seven, I take in everything, and six for the questions
Five, I bring it way live, what they ask for
With the last four, come with more cut than a knife
Three for the fact that you can see it bubbling right
And two for the competition as they suck on the mic
Troublesome, break 'em, make 'em walk to the light
They ain't f*cking with number one, this the love of my life
It's hiphop!
And it don't stop, motherf*ckers!
Anthrolyricology!
BLAQKNOIZ!
Uh, The Thought and Shako Speel 'bout to take over this motherf*cking Earth
Shit, we capture the dirt under your motherf*cking feet, motherf*ckers
Uh, get familiar!
2 4 Da Trouble
Anthrolyricology
Yohalmo on the beat
BLAQKNOIZ
They say one for the treble, two for the trouble
Three for the pebbles skipping cross the puddle
Four for the devils, five for the reality we uncoupled
Six for the kids in Aleppo, still dead beneath the rubble
Seven for the babies, blended in the womb
Eight for the wars we ended, nine for the tombs
Ten for the send up, bend your knee to be the groom
Eleven for the crazy ladies, lend a ring, receive your doom
Twelve for the teeny bopper, acting grown for Insta- fame
Thirteen from the hip-hopper, BLAQ outgrown the kissing game
Fourteen for the virgins, and fifteen for the throne
Sixteen bars of urgent, the same been said, throw me a bone
Seventeen for the candles, eighteen for the smokers
Nineteen for the bandos, hot the box, then chew the okra
Twenty for the decade, the lox that's served by slaves
Twenty-One for the savage, pray his dumbass survives the grave
You know it's The Thought that counts
One, two, three, f*ck, you get what this about
Listen carefully for the sounds, from the underground
Where the crowned breathe on behalf of the drowned
You know it's The Thought that counts
One, two, three, f*ck, you get what this about
Listen carefully for the sounds, from the underground
Where the crowned breathe on behalf of the drowned
Twenty-One for the bud stems, twenty for the lung phlegm
Nineteen for the Actavis and eighteen for the cuffs
Seventeen for the air I breathe, sixteen is killing me
And fifteen for all the motherf*ckers that ain't feeling me yet!
I give fourteen to the vets
And thirteen to the good balance of luck that I get
Twelve is for 12, right outside 7-Eleven
And ten for the day I get to break bread with my brethren
Nine for lessons, eight for counting blessings
Seven, I take in everything, and six for the questions
Five, I bring it way live, what they ask for
With the last four, come with more cut than a knife
Three for the fact that you can see it bubbling right
And two for the competition as they suck on the mic
Troublesome, break 'em, make 'em walk to the light
They ain't f*cking with number one, this the love of my life
It's hiphop!
And it don't stop, motherf*ckers!
Anthrolyricology!
BLAQKNOIZ!
Uh, The Thought and Shako Speel 'bout to take over this motherf*cking Earth
Shit, we capture the dirt under your motherf*cking feet, motherf*ckers
Uh, get familiar!
2 4 Da Trouble
Writer: Erik Menendez, Jack Mabie
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid