Who's That (feat. Maffew Ragazino & Freddie Gibbs) - Apollo Brown & Ras Kass

This ain't no music for the club or you cats in love This is music for my bugged out goons on drugs I make music for the creeps that should be 6 feet A new Bentley made it out by the skin in they teeth And they be already stealing ready for beef In the... building having a feast Eating good of my criminal mind and crime biz Leave my checks and food stamps the same thing It's thanksgiving in my hood like everyday Lot of thirst game cut lot of full game ate And you ain't' safe roaming in the same place Putting yo hands on everybody's money like the bank Putting yo hands on everybody money get you shot I'm the one you could thank bang bang white toddler Yo bank and ball on 'em keep 'em guttered like my cousin You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace You ain't safe come through cover yo face You ain't sky free cause you got freedom the case You ain't G you got 3 niggers running up state Take my niggers that will come through papa's yo weight See'em lying in the stand Benedict Wise man throw yo ax up bias in the can 18 watching from the van About to drop you dropping up the spot while you're dropping out the van APB on yo head in every hood EMT on the set is never good blood spilled Pick him up he gotta post still That's Karma brought it up a duck tale Informer, duck tape, riot at chest Going up turn page right up on yo desk You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace Money don't make you safe you want Kevlar vest without a gun on yo waist And yo cup diesel buddy go with skinny But when a bag check when they commence the beating Now you're on a world star humping Black and blue like a paramour save the J What a disgrace to your neighborhood You can't even show yo face in yo neighborhood And you grew up there nigger Fuck ass nigger you grew up square nigger Get a blue nose pin if you scared nigger This war outside Should've been more prepared nigger The more I let the story and start bluffing Like they toughen your racks but really want nothing Ain't no future in front nigger The future for nothing Is wear you do it for nothing You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace

Statik Selektah Queens, New York Flushing shit (We backkkk againnnnn) That's right Yo Sour smoke out the nasal The Pad Thai noodle topped off with basil Sistine Chapel rapper, I'm here to blaze you Pop off material, get laid up n sprayed up just like arterial Clementine nine, dripping venereal Linguine linguistics that left my verbal lesson saucy Send a message, leave you sleeping next to headless horsey Play the plaintiff, I'mma slide off to prior engagements Let you die in the basement/Toast wine from the time of the ancient- Turkish warriors, cobblestones in Macedonia Albanians in Shkup... never living by the book We fill the jails in France, Uzes and Italy Never do dirt in our own land That shit's forbidden, G Hoxha singing from the top of the Xhamia Pickled peppers at the picnic table Feta cheese, perfect Flia Straight outta Dukagjin One of the illest places No one's smiling There's only drunken men with killer faces -Meyhem Lauren- I'm known for simmering the mean gravy Gleam crazy, my mind's hazy New York made me The most official, to holster pistol Trim the fat, scrape the gristle Meyhem Lauren will make your family miss you I'll gladly press the trigger button If you press an issue Whether it's beef or beats I try to make a casket fit you We'll fuck you up then fuck you up And then come back to get you And do that two more times We call that shit a triple triple My flow is typhoon rap, it's deeper than an ocean ripple Our hollow tips will hit you Leave you with an altered nipple Slumped over saying "Lord, please have mercy" Or play the G, now we made hot flames burst me Queens veteran, dressed like tennis men Back block medicine, slap chop venison Knock, knock, let us in My whole clique's equipped to shoot though My army got more fucking arms than a can of pulpo -Maffew Ragazino- Brownsville's Jesus, white and blue Adidas Got more knowledge than them Poor Righteous Teachers Clarence Smith, Stan Smith, 13X's Some will overstand but common men never receive the message Concepts like I'm Frank Butcher Neighborhood pusher, 62's through ya sub woofer Unca nunca for the pitbulls with red noses Wet bogies dipped in shit to stop bodies from decomposing Cool, calm and collected Keep my composure All my business in black and white like negative exposures Keep a Polaroid for the posers A picture's worth a thousand words So lock and load up You don't know me from a hole in a commode, bruh I am the shit, just ask your bitch I bet she know, yup It's St. Maffew Truffles in that duffle Princess in the catsuit -AG Da ner- This is dope fiend rap Have a nigga leaning sideways Frankie Blue Eye shit I do it my way Legendary, scary, February Valentine murder Ike Turner, gun butt with a nice burner Bluey spot guzzler Long Island Tea sipper Mind of a killer Trenchcoat Mafia nigga Hollow point slinger Smile while I'm flipping fingers Angels and demons Mellowed out, Stylistic singer Corner store postup Backstreet wanderer Butter your toast up Tight pussy conqueror Smart aleck, talk back, type of nigga Fuck you Disrespect your mother, your brother Father and son, too (everybody!) Long live the music cause it's part of my blood But how long can I stay breathing Only God is my judge Through the lights, cameras and action Glammer, glitters and gold Every legend repping my era Carries part of my soul (90's, nigga)

But now, love is so much better And Lord knows, if my words don't come together Just listen to the melody Cause my love Is in there" "Just listen to the melody" "Just listen to the melody" "Just listen to the melody" "Just listen to the melody" "Baby" Yo what's the deal love? I know it's been a minute Since I set aside time just for us to kick it But you know how it is in this biz You gotta go and make paper from these numerous gigs But, you the reason why I keep it going The threshold to my honor, a privilege that I'm blessed to know and Even through rain, hell or snow and Regardless to the stress you still push to keep the love flowing I done had a share of love that done came and went Lacking the patience it takes to build an establishment You like a diamond in the rough to a cave of wonders You got the treasure that could split a man's heart asunder When the world starts to rain and thunder You're the bridge of support that I go and seek shelter under From cold winters to the hot summers You're the love that I cherish that be, there ain't no need to wonder If you think I ain't feeling your scene I urge you by all means just, "just listen to the melody" When you think the communication is low And you just wanna know just, "just listen to the melody" When you wondering if I ever miss you Whenever I'm not with you just, "just listen to the melody" And that's my word, regardless to our problems in the world Just know that you gon' always be my "baby" We disagree on a lot of topics But life itself is a test sometimes you gotta weigh your options I use a vision that's microscopic When it comes to our family's future within a world of carnage I never thought I could cherish something that's special So I thank my Lord on the daily that He wrote to send you And my life as my wife, I never would've guessed it You be the blessing of foundation that's manifested I know at times we done gave each other some drama But the making of process made me a father A gift I could never trade The best thing you can have in this life by me within the last days This is just a beginning phase Of what's to come as we strive together seeking the Lord's face You my Khadijah, I wouldn't want to be without it You my completion of life and that's without a doubt Real love. uh huh... yeah

Just look at us, everything is backwards. Everything is upside down. Doctors destroy health. Lawyers destroy justice. Universities destroy knowledge. Governments destroy freedom. The major media destroys information and religions destroy spirituality. That's where we are! "As you look... up to the sky Oh God" Uh. What niggas be saying? Church. Hahaha. You're gonna "church" your ass all the way to Hell nigga. Deliver us from evil. Amen! All I want for Christmas is a big booty whore A Maybach coupe and a Playstation 4 Praise the Lord I'm playing the Temptations Motown, Apollo Brown a D conversation Not a nomination, not a mason, not Obamanation Not Osama/Satan, not healthcare.gov I don't got a lot of patience, my inauguration out of hibernation I'm sovereign, Moorish, a one man nation "Oh God" So many bitches I should share 'em But homie you a bender, the eunuch in a harem King Solomon's Mine's, Father Time Yet you would turn water to wine So I'm drunk enough to turn your average daughter to dimer Beverly Hills messiah, plastic surgeon's, Delilah New tits, bad witch just to trick Samson In the barber chair but still strong, where's my handgun? Every second precious 'fore the Terminator's catch us Plug us in the Matrix, turn our brains in to ketchup The Matrix called "the cloud", Terminator's is the drones Humans are genetically modified clones "God" Deliver us from evil Deliver us from evil "God" Deliver us from evil Deliver us from evil "Oh God" The British throne really German Family named the Battenbergs 'Bout as royal as Duck Dynasty in Johannesburg They ask me if I'm Muslim cause I don't eat swine Nah, let's call it kosher, my original culture Cried what Hitler did to Jews by the Rhine But two wrongs don't make it right when you occupy Palestine And white Christians, mission assisting the end times Gon' flip they wigs when Jesus the cast of Good Times Black skin, big lips, hair full of dreads Prolly got his music bumping, why He can't hear our prayers 'Pac wondered If Heaven Got A Ghetto Marlon Brandon tweeted me, "Heaven is Soweto" A lot of poor east Asians, niggas and Latinos Heaven is Highland Park in Puerto Rico And if you ain't our color brother, I should let you know There's another place down below, where you can go Let us pray. Our father who art in Heaven. Hollowed by thy name. Thy kingdom come. They will be done on Earth As It Is In Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those that trespass against us. And lead us no

Freedom is not free I wanna know why Officer Darren Wilson didn't go to jail For killing our brother Micheal Brown, I wanted to know why I wanted to know why Goerge Zimmerman didn't go To jail for killing Tray von, I wanted to know why And the reason is because America is at war the black man You do not go to jail for carrying out your responsibilities to your state That's why no police will ever go to jail for killing a black man Because war has been declared on the black man It's the black man who simply won't accept it Look, the art of war, is a meaning behind a message You don't need a gun or a sword if you treat your mind as the weapon Our colours is hidden, there's secrets teachers hide in they lessons History books was full of people with white complexions Reach the heights your destined, nigga, we define our essence, uh Took my rap money, made a team from our investments Get my family out the hood, the only reason why I'm stressin' Small city but niggas carry heat the size of precious Look, I speak on shit you other rap niggas nervous to say The purchase I pay, more than most niggas earn at my age My purpose was made, from my birth, was determined for grade The land of the free, unless your black you served in a cage For my niggas behind the wall tryna learn or betray You get free and they make it hard just to earn up a wage You either return to the cage or get murdered in graves That's the power, how racist judges could turn us to slaves We celebrate one hundred and fifty years of freedom, did ya'll know that? Since 2015, one hundred fifty years, what do we got, black folks? Where's our airplanes? What do we got? Where's our supermarkets? What do we got? Where's our schools? What do we got? Where's our banks? What do we got? A hundred and fifty years of freedom, whatever Yo, compared to the wise 'cause went to war with just my ears and eyes The greatest victories come to those who prepare when it's time Inspired by mum and seeing mommy with tears in her eyes Smokin' cigarettes while she playin' out Mary J. Blidge Racist cops shoot at our kings, they even got a noose if you free One shot could turn your blood to a pool when you bleed Poison our mind, even poison the food that we eat Choke us out in broad day 'til we can't move or can't breathe I'm the female Mansa Musa to the niggas Generational wealth without playin' a due for my niggas I'm the palm reader, look how I hand of future the niggas Was music to my ears so i hand a flute to my niggas All praise is due to the highest as God protect me I'd give you food for thought but my diet was Dr. Sebi Kings killing kings won't get to be led, let it be violent What's worse than being physically dead is mentally dying America has the highest incarceration rate on the planet And most men, black men in jail Are in jail for non-violent, drug-related offences In other words, he was sellin' crack and heroin on the street Because he couldn't find a decent job Through which he could earn enough to take care of his family So who is responsible when the black male is miseducated Economically castrated, comes out of jail Cannot find any opportunity to set his life for right? Can't get welfare, can't get healthcare Can't get public housing, can't get student loans So he breaks the law again and goes back We look at him, how about the system? Freedom is not free

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Jedi Mind Heavenly Divine Steadily shine Ikon the fucking Hologram Yo, yo, yo, yo Another sacrificial lamb That died at the hands of Hologram Sent him into the dungeon and bludgeoned his fuckin' clan Holy lamb Who spit the live shit The do or die, Illadelph Jedi Mind shit The hot shit Live raps crack your jaw Like who's the avenger and who's at the center of war I left a scar So your crabs would overstand Mental will dent you and send you to a holy land Lawnmower man Sharp blades slash your vitals Recitals will fight you and entice you to burn Bibles Homicidal A Hologram burn churches Murders by stickin' a crucifix through your cervix Divine purpose, for the Remi that's in my thermos My brain is evil stick you with needles that's hypodermic You heard the verdict I'm with Allah 'cause he chose me Broke into the Vatican, strangled the Pope with his rosary What, what, what Jedi Mind Heavenly Divine Steadily shine in '99 What, what MC's face terror wherever my sound's audible Banned from third world portals, battle mortals, and slaughter you Seen inside the visions of beyond The dwellings of the Om Existing in Islamic pantheon Flows got degrees all my clothes got the scent of trees I lay back and blow sax like Kenny G Power blast wacking my path devour fast I leave you with the grain of sand in life's hourglass Devise your spell Make demons rise out of hell Grab you by your lapels and rob you of your outer shell You feel the ill dire who sire in hellfire I launch writers Put your jaw on a Gauze wire Jedi swordsman give rappers a foul fortune Science to contortion your body into a coffin Insane damage is done, you fuckin' with the army We beat your skull to the shape of a wet bag of laundry What, yeah, yeah Yo, the gods are rhymin, they're traumatizin' Your feel poetic, law of the titans We like a fuckin' bolt of lightning The three wise men We at levels that defies men Watch out for fake heads deviled disguised men Arriving from the dawn and spawned with ill forms Battle leave you dead in the womb like stillborns The master herein The ominous, the master spirit Can't understand the language of rappers with bad lyrics Ikon the python Rappers are left strangled I overlook the Earth 'cause I see it from sun's angle Above the clouds We sit high and we daze, write a page, on how your enslaved to worldly ways Islamic marksmen Seeing the squad then... ... could be your fatal mistake Like the first sins of Adam in the garden You feel sorrow, I'm projected as god Apollo Explore realms, you left too confused to follow Invite your town to absorb the sniper rounds Illadelph, Shamballah, nigga stayin' underground What! Mothafuckers!