Pro Era - The Renaissance lyrics

Straight-from-the-fucking dungeon raps
The fuck y'all thought this was, nigga?
Beast Coast, niggas! (Flastbush, nigga)
Beast Coast, niggas! Beast Coast, niggas!
(Y'all niggas don't know)

From the era of the boom baps
Spiggity splat man, I'm sick with the raps
Move caps and naps when I rip the rhythm fast
Killing the mass, Crooklyn
Represent the clan
Your green shorter than grass, my nigga
Just relax
Before we make emcees run, I don't play guns
But I spit straight bullets like I ate some
Who gone shake 'em
None of y'all can pace 'em
Never been defeated, better tell em'
To break a leg, son
You know the Gawd stay pipe
Broads and write bars


I make rappers fall easy on the mic brawl
I know life hard
Better check if your mind is right
Despite the trife
No brother can step inside my sight
I leave them lights out, no Edison
I'm better than when I set it in
I shift then cause a weatherin'
Fuck your settings man
We just out for dead presidents
Rush more loot to my wallet
Then light the clematis the specialist
You thirsty niggas need a beverage
I'll bend your chick back and clap
Then I'm off of that
You niggas need to stop that awful rap
I'm all for rap
But it's sad what emcees have to offer rap
Get off and spazz
Attack whoever talking trash
I'll straight thrash any nigga
Who try to pass you peep the mask
We coming out for all the stacks
Better back back
Give me that, give me that, take this
Fuck that
Sometimes niggas will ride with ya
Sometimes the
Other side just come alive in em
And it's hard to decide
When you trynna survive
In a, world of fake lies, fake guys
And snakes in the sky

Sometimes niggas will ride with ya
Sometimes the
Other side just come alive in em
And it's hard to decide
When you trynna survive
In a, world of fake lies, fake guys
And snakes in the sky

I take walks in the back of my mind
Came across all sorts of faults in mankinds
Some niggas is vampires and bloodsuckers
'Stake em for blood brothers
Til they do the forbidden to get
In where he fit in
I peep shit that's mad hidden
Had the writtens, cool, calm
Collect like I had the Ritalin
Only thing getting popped is
Mami who topless five finger shoplift
Hotlist when I drop this over the Metropolis
Only place you be is where yo metro fees
Nigga, stop it, I'm in the cockpit
With the pilot
Money I pile it, stylin' Impalas
God emcees spitting Rikers Islands
Hold your eyelids, wide open
Cause how I live
Niggas ain't got time for breaks, big mistake
While you sleep, we'll take your plate
Leave it scraped
Beast coast, you know! But you can't relate
It's the anthem, get your damn hands up
Split wigs like sick cancers
Attack then switch stanzas
Fuck a chick's standards
No chick before my grammar
Got the bars on lock
But can't get handcuffed
Get your Jordans scuffed
Trying to kick it with me and my niggas
Lifted off the eighth leg, shit is mad wicked
They on they pivot when we started spinning
We in it to win it
Only L's we see be full of spinach
It take money to make
Money, streets ain't safe, honey
Yeah the block be hot but it ain't sunny
Don't strafe
Funny, look both ways when you cross here
Last dread found dead caught
In the crosshairs
That's a regular report here
Patrol patrolling all year
But only support theirs
Watch which lane you swerving, fast life
Fast learning 'till you're
Turning indentured servants