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Lily (Intro)
00:37
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2. |
Problems
03:47
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3. |
Grounded
02:44
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You lookin' at me thinkin' that I'm no threat?
Well, we haven't met, and you don't know yet,
Check it, I'm the dopest, clear, focused.
And mutha****a goddamn, yes I wrote this.
New sh!t, hot sh!t, show me what you got sh!t,
underground, turnaround, wind up on the top sh!t.
Oh you wanna cop this? Bloggers peep my progress,
Haters never gonna stop hatin' but they never gonna stop this!
Up down turnaround, do it till we hit the ground,
DJ this my favorite sound, do it for the underground.
Up down turnaround do it till we hit the ground,
DJ this my favorite sound,
Do it for the underground.
Yeah I spit it and yeah, I'm something different and yeah, to be specific I'm all over the pacific and I know you wanna get it cuz this chick is toppin tickets and on top of that I'm fitted man this b!tch is so prolific with it.
New sh!t, hot sh!t, show me what you got sh!t,
underground, turnaround, wind up on the top sh!t.
Oh you wanna cop this? Bloggers peep my progress,
Haters never gonna stop hatin' but they never gonna stop this!
Up down turnaround, do it till we hit the ground,
DJ this my favorite sound, do it for the underground.
Up down turnaround do it till we hit the ground,
DJ this my favorite sound,
Do it for the underground.
If I said it then I meant it consider it cemented.
Headed to the top you can see me in a minute.
Game never gonna be the same with me in it cuz I spit it and the people go insane when I finish it.
I came so unscripted, expectations came and I flipped it.
Saw the break in the game and I fixed it, no it aint about fame this about business.
New shit, hot shit, show me what you got shit,
underground, turn around, wind up on the top shit.
Oh you wanna cop this? Bloggers peep my progress,
Haters never gonna stop hatin' but they never gonna stop this!
Up down turnaround, do it till we hit the ground,
DJ this my favorite sound, do it for the underground.
Up down turnaround do it till we hit the ground,
DJ this my favorite sound,
Do it for the underground.
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4. |
Not Yours ft. Luckyiam
03:23
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(Luckyiam) Oh you want a collab, well what is this?
The first thing I ask, whats the bidness?
That goes for shows too, don't nobody owe you no favors, time is crucial can't be wasted.
Compensation for my conversations complementary confidence I'm able.
Confrontation, it's avoidable, just be straight up, count my money on the table.
Don't want your junk mail, keep your fuc**n twitter blasts.
Now that ain't hatin, I'm just sayin have a little class.
Class is now in session, my profession, I'm professor, I'm professional, exceptional, and way above the heavens ME.
I'm Luck. I don't check my voicemail, allergic to your bullish!t, y'all be on that snail trail.
I be on that handle-ish, y'all be on that scandalous, ramblin' spreadin your lies through Los Angeles.
(Lana) My time is so Not Yours.
My mind is so Not Yours.
My body so Not Yours.
So keep it movin like a dance floor dance floor.
Yeah. Now keep it movin with your slick talk, frontin like you're overcompensating for no big cock.
I'm getting pissed off, kindly make that sh!t stop, lemme get it through to you why I need all my tick tocks.
Man, when you waste my time, your touchin my money that means you fuck with my tummy, that means some sufferin for me how you gon front and be chummy like we a couple a homies and you ain't do nothin phony, huh?
Nah, ain't got no time for them bullish!tters, always steppin outta line tryna go get us.
Looks like you're full a sh!t like a whole Guinness, gettin money from my spit, that's my whole binness.
Business, the beez-ness, got a buzz goin better than a bees nest.
Test answer hive and oh I've realized can't survive when relying on your lies so..
My time is so Not Yours.
My mind is so Not Yours.
My body so Not Yours.
So keep it movin like a dance floor dance floor.
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5. |
Amina (Interlude)
00:19
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6. |
Get It ft. Medusa
02:33
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Girl spit that.
Play nice make chit chat.
And do a little more kiss-ass.
Well you’re never gonna Get It.
Be a bad bitch.
Keep it up keep actin.
Now turn around, show me where ya ass is.
Well ya never gonna Get It.
Bitch. Slut hoe trick. So many codes we could go with. I let the slurs lose focus so I can preserve that I hardly noticed.
Oh this one sound like the last one, bitches ain’t shit and they only wanna have fun, well I ain’t legit if I go and throw a tantrum, plus I’ll ruin the party and who gon be cool with the rowdy loud bitch, make em anxious, I’m a strange chick, it’s a man’s world, fuck it I’ma change it, but oh shit, we never could arrange this without James Brown first playin it. Same shit, diff day. Same shift, with diff pay. I ain’t insanely pissed I’m just sayin it’s a damn shame how they got us trained to save the game.
Girl spit that.
Play nice make chit chat.
And do a little more kiss-ass.
Well you’re never gonna Get It.
Be a bad bitch.
Keep it up keep actin.
Now turn around, show me where ya ass is.
Well ya never gonna Get It.
(Medusa) Marble floors, stainless steel kitchen, fridges with all the fixins. And can chef up a meal keep her house spicken. Full bar and her own bad bitches. No need to go out. Till it’s time to show out. Red carpet tippin door will blow your door out (get out). Her bitches get to dancing, it usually clear the floor out (get it girl). Champagne poppin, trust, always one just to pour out. Carry Prada, Gucci, Louis, Versace, pull up in valet in something foreign and gaudy, can’t tell she got some kids, cuz of that tight body.
Girl spit that.
Play nice make chit chat.
And do a little more kiss-ass.
Well you’re never gonna Get It.
Be a bad bitch.
Keep it up keep actin.
Now turn around, show me where ya ass is.
Well ya never gonna Get It.
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7. |
Crimson
01:30
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8. |
Sweet Love
02:30
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9. |
Rose Garden
01:06
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10. |
Shut Ya Face ft. Hopie
03:52
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I used to let the boys lie to me.
I'd even let em get inside of me.
I used to let em get my time from me.
When I used to let the boys lie to me.
But now I tell em look
Shut your face I'm not that way I'm not gonna waste time listen to your wicked lines.
Stop that talkin and get to walkin, with all that blah blah blah..
Shut Ya Face
Shut Ya Face
Shut Ya Face
Shuttup and walk away.
Shut Ya Face
Shut Ya Face
Shut Ya Face
Shuttup and walk away.
I used to let em get the best of me.
I'd even let em get next to me.
I'd even let em upset me.
When I used to let em get the best of me. Uh huh, whoa.
But now I tell em look
Shut your mouth I'm not about to sit around you, listen to you spout you
Stop your talkin and get to walkin, with all that blah blah blah blah blah blah…
Shut Ya Face
Shut Ya Face
Shut Ya Face
Shuttup and walk away.
Shut Ya Face
Shut Ya Face
Shut Ya Face
Shuttup and walk away.
Hopie:
so when-I-see em thinking they cool
with they game thick thinkin I’m loose, deuce
no love, I pivot
hope ain’t new to muthafuckin gimics, limit
airtime, baby. Im too fly
heard it all before, get new lines, lie
after lie after lie I suffered, dealin with these suckas tryna cuff
ugh
love ain’t right im through
don’t got time boohoo
bye bye baby shame on you
tryna talk sly to the dame
but im telling these lame boys shoo
to the out most
not everyone’s down that’s what I found hope’s come around
I’m grown now and a little less new to the game
True to the name tell the truth as I face … you
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11. |
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Lana:
Get unrestricted
Open up slow down
How fun this trip is
Give it up come out
That good feeling in my gut thrown out
Here, hit record and I'll just throw down
Might take a second to adjust to the sound but when the tune's right
I'll do it all night
I wanna praise the Moon
Or thank the Sun
Or thank God or someone for my eardrum.
Lucky:
It's hard to define it, the feelin that I get hear the beat, get inside it, yeah I'm bout to ride this, nothing can collide with my thought brain train on a track, I'ma bring it so the crowd will react full of action, packed in a package of passion, music's everlasting I'm black-out I'm gassin, I'm laughing at these whack-ass rappers after fashion, pay em no attention in my lane steady mashin, like swag never happened. There's no excuse for your weak-ass rappin, time to make a classic, I'm a Living Legend and I'm stepping on these bastards, Lana in the place and we owning all our masters, I ask you, Are you really listening or missin in the beats they be finishing in less than 10 minutes and
Chasin after women and praying that the dividends come through, come true, dreams might come true, I ain't from Seattle but I been known to win dude, Paid dues, stay true, make new, thank you!
Lana: A medicine. It lets me in. If music was a b!tch I'd be a lesbian. I'll leave her everything like she my next of kin, a best friend every session. She make me feel like I'm riding free, with the trees and the wind right beside of me, when I find a beat it's like a kind of treat that was designed for me, where I can forget about bein what I'm tryna be. It's such a fine seat when I find a seed like a beat I can see grow into an entire tree so fire me up!
I get down with the sick sound, when it hits gotta write that sh!t down, feels right like life is givin me a fist pound, music's the crown, I bow down to her.
Get unrestricted
Open up slow down
How fun this trip is
Give it up come out
That good feeling in my gut thrown out
Here, hit record and I'll just throw down
Might take a second to adjust to the sound but when the tune's right
I'll do it all night
when the tune's right
I'll do it all night
when the tune's right
I'll do it all night
I wanna praise the Moon
Or thank the Sun
Or thank God or someone for my eardrum.
Lucky: Clearly the year we touch down is here run it back from the 2 we react we a crew we adapt we a group we attacking the loops we a team full of dreams, full of talent for you.
Lana: See me bow to the moon like a lunatic do
We allow a loud tune to drown out the room, I get proud if I move you, wowed at the groups who
Put a hand up for the style that I couldn't choose.
It's like I bleed for, my hearts freed when it reaches the beat of a joint I can freak, been appointed to speak pairin poetry with beats, feel it overflowin so sweet, sweet
Lucky: Sweet music take us away please, smooth sounds to make ya cold heartbeat warm. We perform in the theater of life where I fear for our rights cuz we really don't know em right? Got the right to remain silent, or turn it up to the right n commence, with your violence, minus that emotion provokes us,
Listen and grow with this,
Music we givin so focused.
Get unrestricted
Open up slow down
How fun this trip is
Give it up come out
That good feeling in my gut thrown out
Here, hit record and I'll just throw down
Might take a second to adjust to the sound but when the tune's right
I'll do it all night
I wanna praise the Moon
Or thank the Sun
Or thank God or someone for my eardrum.
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Lana Shea Portland, Oregon
Lana Shea is a singer, rapper and songwriter from Portland and Los Angeles. She has been described as a “supertalent” (We Are The Guard) with “delicate vocals and a seemingly effortless flow” (The Source). Shea's unique style of sweet and sultry singing and melodic raps blends hip-hop, folk, soul and electronic to create a sound totally her own. ... more
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