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Latin Marksman 2: R​.​O​.​A​.​M

by Nino Bless

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1.
No Love 04:00
[VERSE 1] It’s easy to watch shit that’s passive, the obsession is drastic You more focused with some actors’ life, while yours slowly passes, by By, that’s why I move at my own pace, and I'm so straight Headed the wrong way, but I don't trace Ho wait, no team, I carry my own weight I hold face, steady flow, fuck if they going hate When I’m on, what they going say? No space, went from no name, to a story, that you could unload on Broadway Sister raped, nephew's my brother now, dad’s responsible Staring at my pops at the hospital, when I promised to Step it up, and raise’em like a man, and be a father too Seen no hope in the doctor’s eyes, he's like "there's nothing I can do" Could've been a part of the hottest group, that’s an honor too Shit, here’s the truth, two wanted me in, not the other two Crooked told me, “Nino if you ain't in, then I’m out the group” I told him, “No homie, you do ya thing, that is not the move,” How am I bitter, if I moved aside, with a guided view? I took this lane, you might not get it, that’s just what riders do Bitch, I'm glad that you ain't me, cuz I would cry for you Since you apply how you would feel to me, now look what I could do Guess I'm more man than you, if you couldn't stand the hand they handed you We're just different mammals, I handle my handle dude They tend to spit with no filter but my defense is quick When I try to speak on my behalf it’s "Why so sensitive?" Don't mind the skeptics, but I don't comply to censorship It’s eye for an eye, you poke at mines, I'm at ya retina bitch Love me or hate me, fuck it I don't care If you don't like what you seeing, then don't stare [HOOK] And that time's come I opened myself to the world, I heard the screams, shouts, love, fake cheers, and The doubts If I get, no love, no love So be it, I ain't grieving, I’m still blessed Used to try decipher the which from the which But you'll see nothing exist, if you sit where I sit Guess I get no love, no love Fuck it I'm still blessed [VERSE 2] In this life, no thriller ends, the devil sends, that heroin The seven sins, is prevalent, here the hero never wins Then again, all this pessimism that’s withering Within, leaves me undriven, I think I need some Ritalin I know what it’s like in that dark room that you sitting in Ya chips are thin, you getting slim, tryna change what you picturing Gas bill fucked, and ya praying, wishing the winter end Asking soon, moms like no, you cry “When will it then?” These oil corps, are indilligent, drop waste and drill in Latin countries They killing the poor it’s sickening I’m getting off topic; it’s worth it, so just keep listening Cause at the minimum, at least you got a hidden gem The past haunts, it hurts now like I was feeling then But only when I think of mistakes, the plot is thickening I ain't think twice when I made all off my decision then Some folks I kept close, these days ain't even distant friends Weathering the storm, and these women ain't how you picture’em I’m hip to’em, they like to play so innocent Meanwhile they more evil than, George Zimmerman, taking flicks of him, eating Skittles then, sending’em to Tray's family posed in a villain grin Ever loved a girl even after that bitter end But couldn't rebuild that feeling the wounds was just too indolent My peeps tell me, don't worry it'll get better, man But fuck that element, I’m tryna be a better, man So now I do for me, this ain't for show, (how it’s supposed to be) On these road to riches, hope my flow can chauffeur me And everything that was close, will seem afar in sight Nope, rewind that back, I said will seem of foreign sight I'm moving on ain't no looking back what I lose is gone Take my baggage unload a brag bit into a stupid song I right my wrongs killed that life of a don I'm back in that dark room I mentioned earlier, but now that light is on [HOOK]
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[VERSE 1: Nino Bless] Bright Lights, mind’s right, was on borrowed time now I’m owning it (oh) Seizing that moment, the stage is mine I won't fold a bit Was sitting calm, then they cranked my motor, shit Move over quick, put the onus on my shoulders, and i'll carry us, to where we Gotta (go) (Roll) like, I’m the last hope, feel like Eli with that Book in his hand And I’m that close, means more a than boast or a rap quote Fast-forward, now they calling, where I'm going No one's gone, this far, but all I know's where I belong, the evil staying, Babylon YOU sprinting in a marathon, I’m pacing, you ain't lasting long Mic-Check, pass it on, it’s life and (death) - that'll cover what I invest, like Who can identify with these bags under my eyes, STRESS And no matter the obstacle, i'll never oblige i’ll suffer at my expense Paying my debt, I outta recoup, so here it goes the moment of truth YOU, see me and think I'm going en route, not knowing the pain I'm holdings Acute Against the grain, I’m full in pursuit, can't hate my game, you gotta salute Now ya could refuse, but I'm double O seven chased, now they following suit (uh) [VERSE 2: Ness Lee] I float through the crowd, sober, crown over my brow, lowered down, its finna be Instant ham If you don’t know my style then its going down... Instagram I’m focused now with a fully extended attention span And now its finna be open house so when the shit hits the fan then it hits the Fans I been on the bubble just had to get rid of a glitch in the puzzle Ain’t gone let no idiot get me in trouble, so now when I flip it I get it in doubles And everyone with me is willing to struggle, they'd rather be in it and digging with Shovels We went independent to get it, we did it and dented it, dig it just switch up your Hustle The modem might slow the motor aight long as my motive's right I know this dime named “Success” I bone her but never stay over night I rolled the dice me and Nino aligned, be flowing alike We making a toast to life, we're here, poltergeist, in front of you, overbite Shouts to Twenty-Four, he said you cannot be afraid to sing And I’d be still doing that if I never even made a thing Not easily faded, like pre bleached jeans, and my seating arrangement is peachy King And not being debated its been this way Weezy made it bling
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Going Snooki 02:36
[VERSE] N to the I, N-O, my flow pyro My rivals, I’m a make you eat ya words to ya choke, and die slow I GO, hard like I’m training for the title, PSYCHO on the mic but a fucking Maestro I am solar powered, you could ONLY stay on for so long a light bulb Got a slight glow, I see it, clear as ya tight clothes Word of advice though, don't let the hype Go, to you know where, cause you can Loose that fast, lypo I roll with a biscuit that rifle, here's the difference between YOU and I ho You bring a blade to gun fight, I showcase my gun at a knife show Leaving haters stifled, I’m a lighter sprayed with lysol Wanna battle raise the price, start saving now and switch to Geico Hot damn, I’m such a phenomenon, a poster child like dunking it on LeBron Shit gets tragic, sick as magic, even though I always fuck with a condom on Who's sane when I’m losing mind, Hussein with a lose aim, dropping a bomb Boom bang and it’s not for Islam, singing along, thru the fire, like Chaka Khan I'm not like a pawn, reach for what’s mine, I chop off ya arm Hassan chop you, then stomp on ya mind, oh what you thinking, ah never mind Problem is fine You stopping my shine, stop with you lying, ya shots never flying You got a lil iron, but this is the noise that it made when you popped it, a lot like a Mime Game time, got my grind on, I shit on everything I rhyme on You a top 5 rapper, right next to Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, and Dylan Wrote that before Ness vs Iron, I'm a Lexus stretched you a scion Bless is a breath of some fresh air, haters shed tears chant but you singing to Deaf ears N to I, NO, my flow, s, pyro My rivals, I’m make eat ya words to choke and die slow I go, off with, Michael’s prowess Anyone Jordan, Jackson, fuck that machete and I’m slashing Everyday to me is Halloween so I’m playing Michael Meyers, (boo) Dude we ain't cool, homie I will chew ya food you could try but I won't lose, I Follow my own rules (whoo), HATER (repeat) I'm getting better by the moment, they noticed, so I'm hot Ain't nobody flowing this cold, so hold my spot Performing in a zone, while my foes just hope I flop, hi, you haters Never I'm alone, I roam with my loaded Glock Every girl I bone, can't ever let go of the cock I am like the chosen, the golden, hope now watch Now Nino's gone be the greatest
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Alien Jesus 03:57
[Verse 1] Wanna hear some sick shit? I've never told a lie I am so rich, bitch, I don't know what to buy Riding in my Porsche, and you know that seats reclined Hear me spit, it's clear that my skills have declined I don't know the grind, all my features have been paid for G Rap - 5 G's, & Joe Budden - 8 more Caked off all those rhymes I wrote for Jay-Z They think Blue Ivy's my seed, shit, it maybe I never sold drugs (No!), never hustled nothing Elton John is straight as a line, Doesn't fuck men Global Warming don't exist, The planet isn't suffering Baby-Mama drama is a myth, and Obama is a Muslim There's no company ex-felons can't work at That bullet in his chest, Trayvon Martin deserved that Rock a hoodie? You're a threat by default So if you get shot with your hoodie on, it's already your fault [Hook - Repeat 4x] You see'em, You hear'em, You read'em, You believe'em You see'em, You hear'em, You read'em, You believe'em, Repeat'em (Do you believe me now?) [Verse 2] I love stress and when I worry bout these bills Still depressed Slaughterhouse got that album deal Still bitter- Yes! Some fans could sense how I feel Nicki Minaj's butt is 100 percent real Chino XL needs to hit the gym, dude is out of shape Skip Bayless never defends Tebow when he has debates No one's ever given part of their salary to Salli Mae No man has ever pictured Amber Rose while tryna masturbate (Nah!)Never Ever, Kim Kardashian's famous cause she's clever Racism's dead, We're one together I've never heard a white girl ever say, "Whatever" Rappers who are broke never say they're making cheddar Kreayshawn is the greatest ever, can't name one iller MC The best beach weather's in December The 90's- The worst era, the world's better Hollywood has no place for a girl that's slender [Hook - Repeat 4x] You see'em, You hear'em, You read'em, You believe'em You see'em, You hear'em, You read'em, You believe'em, Repeat'em (Do you believe me now?) [Bridge - Repeat 8x] I-I can tell you only Lies, Lies [Hook - Repeat until end] You see'em, You hear'em, You read'em, You believe'em You see'em, You hear'em, You read'em, You believe'em, Repeat'em (Do you believe me now?)
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Sad Song 03:59
[VERSE 1] I got a sad song, but somebody else got it worse I got this pain, but to someone else this might not hurt If only things went right for me, I would smile more When it rains it pours, but on me, it comes down more I've gained weight, I’m trying lose it, this ain't fun to see It’s my girl’s fault always eating these sweets in front of me We go to restaurants I always wanna order salad A rack of ribs won't kill me, or do anymore damage I'll start my diet tomorrow I swear or the next day I blame my lapses on everyone else, that’s the best way Why should I stand and ride, life ain't a Segway Lay down and cry, I rather be depressed, I'm dead weight, (try) No I, truthfully just rather lie here And the truth to me's a mask disguised by my lies here I can't even face my mirror, with a slight stare Cause anything past a glimpse, I just might tear [VERSE 2] Tomorrow's today, This is Groundhog Day Shut my alarm; see the crack of dawn to my dismay. damn I hate this job, but got bills to pay I got the saddest song ever, why do I feel this way Look maybe it’s my mother’s fault cuz she ain't ever love me right My mother never loved me, at least yours loved you right? My mother died when I was 16 I got it worse Man I wish I had a mom at all, mine’s died giving birth All week I been eating out from that dollar menu I been living off Ramen noodles, 5 for a dollar special Look be glad y'all food's clean, I gotta dig through garbage Man I would kill for anything to eat, I'm really starving But regardless of ya situation mine’s is worse I bet you couldn't walk through half the roads that I’ve traversed If you’re dehydrating, I just died of thirst Everyday I'm contemplating suicide from 9 to 5 at work "Why me?" is what I embellish the truth as I always think about what I don't got, instead of cherishing what I do have Life's, no fair, to this control freak Attached to my joystick is nothing, so you can't even con-sole me [BRIDGE] So just feel bad for me, what a tragedy Sing my sad song, na na na .......na Sing my sad song, na na na .......na It goes on and on and on sing, na na na na
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Another day, another dollar, Where’s my change? Another promise from Obama, where's my change? So don’t be shocked when folks try and numb the hurt and pain Insert their veins, help in-vain and turn to Kurt Cobain Funny, it works the same from the ghetto to the burbs White, spic, black, and yellow high off syrup or that herb They trying to get they fucked up minds off the debt they in One day they obsessed with men, the next day they straight lesbian Ma, I feel your stress, I know it left your mental ill It’s funny how that doctor quickly recommended pills What I said is real Question: How can Bless appeal To a broader audience who don’t care for the better skills? But maybe one day the scale’ll tilt my way Too many cheat to win like Belichick with Spygate I spit the tears from the ghetto of every dry face Welcome to the capitol of the suffering’s mind state Plot on my plate? No, I stood in line, ace Patience pays off, but it ain’t compensate for my wait See in a year what I build, now you getting ill Come on, now tell me how it feels Got a ride-or-die by my side with rebellious zeal Others had to wine and dine her, she be prepping me meals She kept begging for shoes, I said no bread, so just chill She still brained me up, dog — she’s head over heels Know what it’s like to work the streets for like a couple of weeks Trying to build up them custy’s to smuggle weed cause you’re up shit’s creek Hungry with no grub to eat Wishing it ends suddenly Holding hands on a date while misery’s your company They try to keep us in check Keeping our checks, tax us and bail — these leeches leaves us depressed This is as steep as it gets, my peoples deep in some debt They all pray for the green now, like Tebow does for the Jets You see, I’m wide awaken and to train me, you need a lion tamer The one-man Wu-Tang, triumph designed for the rhyming tracers My lines are made up of Einstein data, visions of Mayan painters The Contra flame gun, and facts science favors Sell my soul and mind to majors? Now, that’ll be the day Tyler the Creator Says that God’s his guider and his savior I am waving hi to haters While these lights around me like I'm riding 'round in Vegas Eye it from the highest to the nader like.. [Outro] I see it all It’s 5:30 in the morning Zone out Fuck Geraldo Fuck Geraldo Rock them hoodies It’s 5:30 in the morning, why the fuck am I up?
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[VERSE 1: Joell Ortiz] [VERSE 2: Scram Jones] [VERSE 3: Nino Bless] Baby there's a shark in the water Named BLESS, upstaging the top performers Was there from the start of the slaughter When I go off like a shot from a sawed off, this was the cocked warning, sort off* Eh eh eh, hands off this shit I'll off you, QUICK as the black dude in a horror flick This, artist spits SARS every song I rip Got fans coming out the blue like some former Crips I'm from the corner strip, that’s lawless You be an informant, eating lunch with officers feeding the sergeant tips HEART, of a martyr, shit these bars I spit Are like folks related fucking, they just come out retarded kid* I'm guarded with an arm looking like cable in the X Force You less than a pawn, you a checkers piece on my chessboard N.I.N.O, real heads know I go, harder than acid trippers bopping to techno (whoa) [VERSE 4: Grafh]
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Get Ready 03:23
Who the FUCK am I? N-I-N-O I will never ever fall, real niggas know my M.O Heads up, look out, the kid is back, Uh-Oh Somebody done did it , admit it, I am pissing off my critics, listen The kid’s a cynic, with lyrics, most consider quick witted I don’t SCRATCH a bitch’s back, while others is itching to get it So WHO AM I? You fuckers know that NINO’s sick I am to the underground what Drake is to an emo chick “Don’t do it, PLEASE don’t do it” Whatever’s in MY WAY I’ll blow a hole RIGHT through it [BLAOW!] Move out MY WAY, Come on, get some pep on ya step An internet message could get ya whole crib Virgina Tech’d in a SEC Cyber threat me? I’ll see you wit a gat that’s chrome Act like I’ma clap ya dome & film it with my camera, holmes But I don’t dry snitch on myself, so BITCH this ain’t going on NO website, like Chris Brown snatching phones Fuck a crew, I STAND ALONE, I’m MY OWN ANCHOR, I’m in MY GHANGIS ZONE I’m Sugar Ray with hands of stone NINO is NOT the ONE to FUCK WITH, leave that man alone If not, this CANNON’s blown like when Mariah’s man’s at home Now that’s a dome shot, on top Shit, some say I deliver the flow, illler than Hov, where’s Hov’s GWOP? When son drop, no filler, shit every song’s HOT! I get to the fucking point, like skipping through a PORN’s plot (yeah) I’m always on beat like an armed cop The ONE-MAN ARMY, like I’m camping and tubing, NON-STOP That’s for my gamers, know, My Aim, defines RANGE Try, YOU DIE, It’s Michael Meyers, running around with lightweight I played, it MY WAY, so Why Hate? I just drop that shit for the streets, no Bridesmaids The Tri-State, knows I’m GREAT when I TAKE BEATS, and APPLY RAPE, it HITS ya CHEST like a WILD ape FUCK H.A.M I go Tarzan it’s Arkham City in the heartland of the hood where we starving You know that marksman reps Ya buzz? I don’t care for that Holmes like Mark Sanchez, look The BOSS SOLDIER is back, my break is all over Sorry that I disappeared like Lebron in the 4TH QUARTER I came, I saw, and conquered, never sold out a concert Flowing bonkers got me features and promo with no dough or sponsors I HATE TO SHOOT, LOOK what you made me do Silencer with the potato, don’t worry for ya wake I’ll get a tailored suit Witness the onslaught, you could say it’s fluke I’m like a tar-heel that’s amped for my rival but I ain’t playing DUKE I got this OnSmash, Spit shit these BLOGS like FLOW is 2DopeBoyZ, should I switch it Nah, Right? MrExclusives here, I got that shit I’m making records That’ll take a second to get, but LITERALLY it’ll Shake the Meka I’m playing reckless, run into a DJBooth Like “PLAY that HotNewHipHop, NINO is The Savior & The Truth It’s game-time Okayplayer, I’m lighting ETHER near The Smoking Section
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[VERSE 1: Nino Bless] The MC's MC, with nothing yet envied How so, the competition makes’em resent me Why me, N.B. I'm barely worth 10Gz Sold myself short, but none of them ever pimped me To keep that respect, seems like the price is hefty Through the pen, repenting my sins, life has kept me Compressed and neglected cause mother nature’s a dead beat No more wet be, hind my ears, racing death's speed Catch me, bit the hand that fed me time to excrete My rep speaks, for itself, there's nothing left to secrete Smelled the coffee no more poison, eating what’s deadly Now I'm getting healthy, and cleansing, deading that red meat Yeah, this temple’s clean, heaven sent, lets meet Walked through hell, Jacob Boeme, Google that net geeks Wish me well, or wish fail, either or Life's a high price whore that I can't seem to afford There's no reason to repeat what I seek and I'm reaching for Other than to cheat and intervene all these evil thoughts Though I made it out the ghetto, still I ain't boasting That’s why they show me love when I slide bi, No Frank Ocean, Church I don't need that Throne, to each his own Look, I'm deep in a zone, like receivers going long Knowledge is my armor, you can't take my honor Killing me only makes me a martyr, Bless! [VERSE 2: Soul Khan] It’s ironic getting a piece of the pie that I wanted Same ambition that typically gets a fly swatted Bionic man sound effects whenever I’m walking Out the corner of my mouth just because my life’s awesome Before I lie in my coffin I want kids, grandkids, and the chance to throw the nice on’em Stop calling these records, you only iPod’em Y’all don’t work to nurture the trees, you only climb on’em I’m like Ben Franklin’s key with the kite on it Waiting for the moment that the bolt is gonna strike on it Everything is only out of style soon as I got it Pride hurt, I turn around and say my wife bought it Sorry my fiancée Pardon me I’m awfully Eager just to see her, see I’m having such an off day They let us scrape by while the cake high at Barclay’s Fuck it, time to separate the real from the cosplay We’re products of the blocks that we were chipped off from But we’re more than just a lead-up to a rim shot drum In my day the shit talk would get y’all jumped ‘Cause I spit about life, I don’t spit on one I ain’t got faith but that ain’t my place To tell you what to be believe so get out of my face With your book of wives tales Cause I fail to see how they’re any better than the heaven I make [OUTRO: Cambatta] I'm lost in a mental labyrinth I’m a person with a purpose that Accidentally happened Hovering through life like Spike Lee camera angles Society has noosed my neck it appears I'm strangled Death so close I can Hear the angels singing pledge allegiance to the flag of a devil in a halo Gave us paper for our gold Ankle bracelets on our souls That tainted Mother Nature and they raped her in her holes Invisible jail cells Digital augmented realities Social security numbers are human barcodes there's an oil spill on aisle 666 This is a game of monopoly They play with economies Psychological ball and chains A 9 to 5 is a third my life After all the shitting, fucking, and sleeping all I have time to do is cry If we all know were gonna die why are we so content with not living
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War Machine 03:44
Me with the track's like a deaded marriage Fighting hard over their assets, The way I'm going at it This is the moment I swing for the fence For folks who think I'm only average NINO The dopest with multi syllabics, appropriate status Went from crack to coke, to raw as opium tablets, that Soak in lava flow, and so cinematic I write where Anakin , and Obi-Wan Kenobi went at it You know me? So don't approach me with static I let it fly like showing Kobe the basket, You could quote me on that shit Bastard, all this hocus pocus, gold litte karats Don't hold no matter, cause here, its so unemphatic Front on tracks like you pimp, you a hopeless romantic Tyson Beckford ass ho, You pose like a faggot So... Don't be dramatic, like acting like you choking on salad Hope or panic, won't haul this chosen hispanic I'll open ya cabbage, You know I'm a savage Like African child soldiers toting Soviet ratchets The soul of a maverick, stay in the gutter like bad bowlers School of hard-knocks, My diploma's a Masters Cause I go in deeper than chicks trafficking Coke wit petrolium packaged near they felopian passage Woah I'll Math to Dose on the masses This Latin, assassin is known to just spaz quick I'll nap him, & know that I'm that sick To grab his chick's ass, and mack it While his Ghost stares at his folks near his casket Match this, please like I'm a damn stiff I'm, more like turrets, fuck shit, with a bad twitch Thinking I won't write death, like I ain't bodied that shit That's dyslexic, right to left, you got it backwards, check Who's next up? Let's step up Don't get it twisted Most of these cats are broke while my bread's up Judging a rapper's success is more, deceptive Than bitches uploaded pictures to the internet, from they neck up Put ya left nut on the line, you ain't lying You an iPad ad, for 9 bucks, no one's buying Wanna bet? Pay ya debt, or you'll see some bold gangsters Who'll take some of ya check, like CEO bankers Look, Ho I'm my own anchor Motivated by the doubt So thank ya, you clone thinkers I'm the lone ranger, on my own, in tune with the moment The proof and the Omen, was chewing up dudes I did songs with Go'head and hope and assume, I'm losing it soon You snoozing while I make the elephant move from the room I been ill since Puma's and Kabooms on my spoon Since, Teddy Riley just wanted to zoom and a poom - poom Since "Night night," Granny singing the Blue Moon Since Hot Wheels, yelling out vroom vroom I got chills, heard moms bump Melle Mel from the womb Man, I be going hardbody like Victor von Doom So these kids is on shrooms If they think I ain't the one to go off I'm so boss, when I'm bored, I go golf What I'm spittin is past flames I'm mainstream radio how I'm killing this rap game, fucker
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[VERSE] They love to taste the blood, and I know what that means But to you that don't mean shit Maybe I ain't as hungry as it seems Thinking like maybe I could live it if I dream it Yo Nino finally made a good record Yeah right, that shit don't even sound convincing The last time I felt as sick, contradictive and weak Was the last time I wrote a rhyme to a beat Get real they tell me If only they knew that I'm as real as it gets So you could stop acting like a silly bitch And either admire what I do or not, it doesn't matter whether I’m hated or I’m rated next, listen when I say this I’m a major threat, its funny those that's getting more is saying less But hold up wait a sec that shit’s about to change I used to Aced the test and wished somebody gave a F I used to pray to death, my buzz was the hottest Used to rap for just dollars, now I do it for that plus solace Now, you don't have to acknowledge, my music's for passive guidance It’s no fad, if I say "gat" you assume I’m FOR acting violent Don’t, no, don't jump the gun, or rather jump when I say gun I been poisoned by these traps laid in the slums I been snaked, many occasions, tuned to Satan’s subtle hum Belly aching while I’m shaking steady scraping for some crumbs So, who am I? Ummm… Just a nobody, tryna find myself, while my minds still confined some Stuck in a place where I'm maligned by these critic pricks That make it they business tryna define what my image is Tryna see me impuissant So why entertain’em? It fucking kills them that I’m in a state of impudence So listen quick, I’m conquering my weaknesses And like snitches watching lebron, you are all witnesses I admit it, I couldn't confront the wickedness Steered fate, tried it all, figured out some differences Used to hear Drake, and part of me, with hate, some part appalled But he was more connected with his artistry, and I was lost See I’m admitting, my highest flaw No matter who reaches the highest floor, if they true to themselves, now I Applaud Used to be where you at now dog, then I evolved You ain't happy where you are in life, start grinding more I know all the excuses, being dope is useless The rap game's whack, money promotes music The young kids is twisted, my shit they don't catch it I don't fuck with hipsters, or make songs for bitches The real, you dismiss it, you submissive to ya subconscious I ain't with them tid bits or warped into others fuckin gossip From the bottom, (so I) provide for these streets Reality, I am the Chomsky of ebonical speech It’s clarity, mixed with insanity, is that the balance? I practice channeling both sides it’s a life long task, and that’s apparent Whoa, surviving this famine, how nice Uncle Sam handing me these infested with parasites salmon I’m learning how to eat right, was alive but couldn't breathe right See you think that it’s dark, but truth is you don't wanna see light YOU got it wrong from jump if you asking who you should be like Just live it, and don't repeat the cycle let it gooo now
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I'm the N.I.N.O, I'll double up what you would wage My fire, fry you, I’m Ryu when a Hadouken's waved You should move away, I’m koo koo plagued Light a fuse near this huge grenade, I'll blow up like Bobby Knight in his Hoosier days I'm hungry ain't eat food for days, this music's craved Like, “Where the fuck has Nino been? Ain't seen his ass since Luda's braids” Guess it’s been a while, I'm all about my business now I no-speak-a-language if you ain't talking them digits pal I translate Dollars, Euros or when Pounds sum up My interpreter's my checking account & route number But dead the fame, I hex'd the game, a track gets killed, it’s Bless to blame I'm on my Texas Chain Saw shit, leaving records slain Are you not entertained? (Crowd Roars) I address this pain (Style’s Raw) A rebel drained, I'm an outlaw, Jesse James Now for these haters hurt, that say, that I ain't earn my way Alright, Alright, Alright, mothafucka you gon’ learn today I'm simply advancing, at a vigorous pace and it’s getting me antsy Venomous flow enhances, This here's a cake walk kid no making the band scene I am Tesla with a pinch of Fidel mixed with some Lansky Pierce ya gristle when I'm gripping that pistol and let it whistle like Banshee I X Men out, been destined To be a legend since Magneto and Professor X was best friends I re-load, On these foes, On beast-mode When they see that new track on a blog all my fans are yelling out Nino! The Streets watch, and the G's clock when He-Drops Them Heat rocks, they keep these on repeat, while they Mean-Bop Get Extreme top, from breezy's who work that mouth like a Beat-Box I pull high maintenance chicks with White Tee's and a G-Shock The day you see me “Akh” ASAP-Rocky will out-rap Slaughterhouse at a release party for the Detox (unh) Please stop I'm a twist of Pete Rock, G. Rap, Nas, & Brother Ali, Mixed with D-Block Let that beat knock, I will murk it anyway I choose, while Bless done paid dues, And made moves, I still ain't perform at Paid Dues, it’s cool Snooze? You lose, The more I gotta prove, Lets get it on Shit, I go weapons drawn, Decepticon, Watch the metal fly like Megatron On every shit I'm on, I bring The Storm, Skip the Calm Come gripped with Arms, That'll Clip’em then Lift’em up like the Knicks’ Iman It’s Rap’s Goku, When I lift my arms Take Pac, Big, and Pun's soul and drop a Fucking Spirit Bomb! This Spic is the Devil’s vicious spawn Fuck ya list, I'mma crash the party like Vincent Vaughn Who scurred of me? The list is long I'll kill’em on Tracks like Q-Tip did to Fat Joe in “Prison Song”

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released September 3, 2012

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