Rap Tapes (feat. Rein One)

From 313 to 045
Hustler DNA on my samurai grind
On the real dough I keep it choco chip
Go and snatch the crumbs with your mice ass cliques
Feel sorry for your bitch and how you make her cry
All up on my dick talking about steal with pride
Another waste of life that's why God hates you
Shocking static cats while my magic make moves
The way I get it up make your eats pop
Bullet train over tracks when the words drop
Old Man never stop always finish what I start
Blind influence baby when inspiration spark
Burn the pads hot when my pen stretch the page
Smoke signs fly when I'm blazing up the Thames
Keep the truth afloat while you're drowned in the trap
We need a garbage truck for this mumble jumble crap

I got a call from the homie
He said he wanted to rap
Told me he had a beat
And then he sent me the track
I ran back to the lab
Then downloaded the jam
Overloaded with emotion with a pen and a pad
I write with my right hand
Rein is my right-hand man
The L's Knowledge expands
Hitting keys and them pads
Shout out the MPC and the ASRX
Two instruments I use to help me decompress
When Thresholds of negative stress
Put me to the test
I just call up the homies and they're there in a sec
Bet they catch wreck if fools step incorrect
If your cool, your cool dude no disrespect
This is for the H, the O, the M, the I, the E, the S
Pour up some shots and take them straight to the chest
Then break out the breaks and take out the tape decks

Rein

You know, the L's about to flow
With no mo fo's and only yes' no no's
From early on how it goes oh just kids doing shows
Peeps kinda froze from fingers down to their toes
Like intelligent crows all around this globe
We're keeping you in the know, since early 90s yo
Where you would find us though was in the lab we'd grow
After initial hellos, we're getting deep like Cousteau
Our first LP beamed, from our unconscious stream
And over days it would seem, it really felt like a dream
I felt every-thing, we brought it, IND
EPEDENT, we're better when free
And we'll never retreat, undeniably sweet
We keep reliable beats, flying high as the peaks
Trying write as we teach, generational leaps
About to creep on up, and keep it rolling like jeeps