Slaine, Amadeus The Stampede, Blacastan - It Ain't Happenin' lyrics

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Yo, these main streets is
Ice cold and careless well malice is blind
It leaves waste to talented minds
I used to swiss the cap off
Of a bottle of Ballantine
And take another swig for every
Fallen pal of mine
'Til my forties was backwash
And bottles was broken
Sniffing forties in sacks off the
Side of a token
Now you boys better back off
Don't try to provoke me
I'll put holes in your jacket, ah fuck
The sight of it's soaking might of a Sultan
It's a sight of a fighter revolting
The rise of the rebel
Look into the eyes of the Devil
Incite it, insult him
You gon' see the sides of the metal
The hole you're falling in
The dirt's spilling from the side of a shovel
In summation
I done run around the nation now
All the way to Russia
Now they wanna rush him and
Try to take him down
I move mountains to make it happen
You feel the shaking ground
You ain't understood it so I guess
I better break it down

These dudes try taking my spot
(It ain't happening)
They wanna come and take what I got
(It ain't happening)
I ain't getting beat up or shot
(It ain't happening)
(It ain't happening, nah, it ain't happening)
These dudes try taking my spot
(It ain't happening)
They wanna come and take what I got
(It ain't happening)
I ain't getting beat up or shot
(It ain't happening)
(Nah, it ain't happening, nah
It ain't happening)

I'm in the crib tripping and rolling
Sniffing and smoking
Outside, the pigs are patrolling
So picture this moment
Got a loaded gun, holding funds
Bunch of stolen ones
And bricks, stacking benjamins
Molly, bicardi, coke and rum
Headphones on, a hot beat to drop heat
Grab my notebook then I proceed to rock heat
This is my chance, got a pistol in hands
Shit on your mans, dissing them scrams
Keep listening fam
Ripping the jam, so easy the kids understand
I'm the illest, so damn real
Make you pissing your pants
I'm the yard boy
Got the whole world in my front door
I pump more, mo' money
That's what I come for
Run yours, arms, acrobatic in action
Monster madman, mathematics are mashing
Earthly heathen disturbed
Dirty heat in my word
Early chiefing the herb
The green's 33 and a third

These dudes wanna front like they hard
(It ain't happening)
They wanna take mines and get large
(It ain't happening)
Wanna step foot in my yard?
(It ain't happening)
(It ain't happening, nah, it ain't happening)
These dudes wanna front like they hard
(It ain't happening)
They wanna take mines and get large
(It ain't happening)
Wanna step foot in my yard?
(It ain't happening)
(Nah, it ain't happening, nah
It ain't happening)

Niggas disco rapping like Gloria Gaynor
While I splash the ink
Like a renaissance painter
It's insane paragraphs stuck in my brain
I stretch out the canvas and staple the frame
And pass it like a no-look
The gallery's my notebook
Where every single rhyme is tainted
This lead in the paint, ain't it?
Amazing what I do with big pens
Van Gogh Starry Night painted again
I spit sixteens in the chapel
Michelangelo painted the apple that Eve bit
This is real shit so slide with me like the
Serpent in the garden beg your pardon
I watch how the human heart hardens
I drive the bargains, dollar and the dream
Still tote Macs strapped with infrared beams
Real as it seems, most niggas is fake
And them niggas that you talking to
Could be the fucking jakes, so

These dudes wanna front like they hard
(It ain't happening)
They wanna take mines and get large
(It ain't happening)
Wanna step foot in my yard?
(It ain't happening)
(It ain't happening, nah, it ain't happening)
These dudes wanna front like they hard
(It ain't happening)
They wanna take mines and get large
(It ain't happening)
Wanna step foot in my yard?
(It ain't happening)
(Nah, it ain't happening, nah
It ain't happening)