Slaine, Vinnie Paz, Reef the Lost Cauze - Landscapes lyrics

Whattup man?
Slaine in this motherfuckin joint right now
Take this shit all the way
Around the motherfuckin world man
Ha ha ha, c'mon man you know what time it is
When you hear me on some shit!
It goes like this
"Ghetto landscapes" - Common
"Where man is determined by how
Much a man make"
Turn the whole shit up in my headphones man
Overall volume, all the way up!
I'm deaf as a motherfucker
Yeah I'm deaf motherfucker'! But, I'm DEF too
Check me out man, yo

From Roslindaley to Philly to anywhere
On the map really
I been spittin real raps like a bastard
Clappin with the Mac milli
What's happenin is I'm actually
Stackin strictly re-enactin life graphically
I’ve been challenging these cats to
Come ass whip me if they can but they can't
Cause I'm that shifty my army is too large
My conscience been drownin
I dumped his ass in the fuckin lake
He never been found
And I've been down and out
Rose out of my own ashes
The rest of youse is stupid as
Dogs sniffin your own asses
When I was grown I seen
Holmes makin his own acid
Sniffin coke with different folks
Then comin home plastered
I seen suicides, overdoses
And chrome blasted
I warred with people who wanted
Me in my own casket
I made it out alive in stereo to stare at you
The Dimock to seven figures
Right here in America

"Ghetto landscapes"
"Where a man is determined by
How much a man make"

Yeah yeah slaine-y whattup?
Paz man, yeah

Lost Cauze lyrical leviathan
Literally leave your limbs
Littered laying in the lion's den, lying men
Make we want to fire ten
Into their spine and limbs
Buy them a fuckin heart - you got
Beef? Then don't deny it then
Fuck a fair one, air gun share some
The mac make a fat nigga leap like Air Pun
God rest the dead but God bless your head
(no homo)
And my dojo is calm, breath, and lead
I sit in a dank basement
Blowin bank statements
On a dank fragrance, plannin my next invasion
Like Slaine in The Town flick
Quick as a hundred rounds spit
You fuckin pussy cats
I'm a hundred pound pit
Astoundin, rockin a hoodie make
Of hound's skin my balls - your broad loves
Her lips around them
A nigga say he ain't fuckin with
Me? He a clown then
And you should kill yourself for
Even hangin around him

Yeah, one two slaine whattup cuz-o?

I rose above everything they threw at the kid
Pops dead, no fuckin bread, doin a bid
I had a choice I could rhyme
Or put two in your wig
Cause an option for me was
Never pursuin a gig
Yeah, I made demos they spit in my face
Begin again
I started having reservations like an Indian
I'm a man of God but I started to sin again
Cause muh'fuckers were sleepin on
Me like lithium it's a lot of years later
I'm still nice with the hands
I'm a dick to my people
But I'm nice to the fans
Some other rappers talk shit
But they rightfully stand
Dig in the same fuckin place
Where they rightfully stand
Me and Slaine been around
The fuckin world together
Drinkin bottles, sniffin sum'n
Fuckin girls together
And the objective is to take
Over the world together
And the objective is to take
Over the world together yeah