Heads Up

FIRST VERSE
(Subtex)
Don't want be a star just a vicious vet
who leaves you in a ball like Mr. Met
Trying to rubix the cub trying to get a grib
my 16s shot than they pistol whip
but I'm sick of it I aint slept in days
Ducking in the trench dodging lit grenades
pick axe my way Keep the fire from under
cause when you ease ups when you loose that hunger
I'm trying to use that hunger
always making records move that bundle
banish light latern lite
american stair american glair
rock bottom nothing is fair
a fucking hassle shackled while witches cackle
in the corner the coroner sharpens his blade like warriors
all in a day never call it a night
if you call it tails up you aint calling it right


HOOK
Heads up we aint got time for yall
Now a days the lower we is the higher we crawl
Heads up and me and you aint nothing a like
If you calling it tails up you aint calling it right


SECOND VERSE
(Outwrite)
Chemical truth
black art evident proof
passed from the gods
go ahead stencil my moves
electrical arc
four element technical talk
introspective gentalman
setting the mark
dirt on peoples palms
earths surface being bombed
soil from the farm
getting broiled in the sun
money food water
oil gold guns
author a student
a teacher to some
process of movement
like air in the lungs
wind in the sail
what should'a been sunk
white shirt new socks
twenty of skunk
super human being
just spit cause its fun
last of breed
in class full of duds
known to keep it moving
like a home when it floods
twist trees like tornadoes
stay blazing a blunt
i'm the coal in the furnace
so the engine can run
committed and determined
with the purpose of one
chase planets life's circles
rotating the sun


THIRD VERSE
(C-Rayz Walz)
Heads up and make sure your neck keep watch
like Rafael I will rock steady your whole beat box
my grind is raw off the cuff when the mind explore
with a free see we aint got time for yall
So keep ducking the shot clock
cause it goes on and on and it dont stop watch
now a days the lower we is the closer we feel
to the legacy of grey sky appeal
the higher we crawl the further we go
so the harvest will grow at the gathering like wheres walzo
heads up cause it took all my strength to lift my dick
so many haters I could use another inch
cause me and you aint nothing a like
sperm cells patiently awaiting the pike
if you call it tails up im calling it snipe
get left you aint calling it right


FORTH VERSE
(Kool Sphere)
Listen;
So don’t try to get at me
I’m surrounded by old money
Corner table
Sippin black label like Clark Gable
Choice is never flashy
Voice is raspy
I keep it moist
Trying to hoist up the chassy
Flow is nasty (uh)
The definition how I rose to position
Is so proficient
Conditioned and rep it in repetition
It’s me
Kool Sphere
keep my ears to the streets
from the stoops to the Bently Coups
career in deceit
The road of success
Molded the soldier was so depressed
From the steps that was taken
What I told of confessed
Always taking the fifth
Money making was swift
In the drop tops the props was rock paper and fist
I resist to be associated
Cuffs on the wrists
Miss appropriated funds for ice buckets of Cris
A yo I lived thru the heartaches of struggle and pain
Unitl my
Decimals double and depart out the game
That’s real………….