Ala Sole - Resurrection of Real lyrics

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Ala Sole - Resurrection of Real lyrics

[Intro: A la $ole] Yo, I don't give a f**! Mic checka, the Smith & Wesson [Verse 1: Ala Sole] Resurrected the borough who been the most respected Protect your neck or get pro techs, at your necklace Relentless k**ers for 5 dollar billas with nine 9s Double the rhymes when I spit it like dos times Mira mami my flow shine, you co-sign, I throw lines For the 4th time like cuatro, head hancho The glocc let them things go, click clack bang! Marlon Pop's flow Cookin up cheese that's not yours One bad gaucho, I got chose I got hoes that go down low like potholes for pot gold My pockets hold more sh**, if you want beef, no sloppy joes I been drop bombs since snot nose You n***as can't f** with the unf**able Been styling since 9-4, my flow been put in, on my Huxtable You can't touch the untouchable demolition destructional Better listen for the instructional We cause havoc when we Mobb deep Spark trees forest fires, messiah from the dark streets No harm G, where armories get aimed at your arteries For broader cheese n***as playing with the lottery Or commit grand larceny, pardon me, accordally Ain't no one spittin as hard as we At the top is where I ought to be Prophet for knowledge the way I'm partin seas Honestly I'm just getting started G no keys, I open doors Kick em down wearing fours Cause the 4-5 is in line with your pores, no sweat I'm just a Pro ya know Brooklyn the jungle so hoes depose their clothes So the sole ain't better than you is? No chizz Just stand back while I state my top goal Your chicks top goes when she drops jaws, for the low she get low I suppose she down to go, you know It's the Gawd, I be k**in em with the flow Been a rebel you n***as pebbles to my mountain top I guess I rock, you'll get two packs with these two hot shots RIP leave you buried in 2Pac's spot, n***a [Verse 2: NYCk Caution] When I rap it's like I'm blowing through a crack pipe Flowing on this half pipe Dope, like why the f** you ask twice? What the f** is YOLO? Probably been a pharoah in my past life Eighteen so this dynasty gon sound right Drop a song think it sounded nice All of you just sound alike Yeah while I f**in steer a mountain bike I'm so Everest, you ain't got no merits Just f**in caution, American legend til they bury him Born as a winner, when it storm in the winter Keep it calm and consider, we harmin your liver If you drip, blimps up, sips from my pimp cup This is what we living, sh** you finally get a glimpse of Motherf**er, I ain't scared of no man I got that weight like Roseanne, keep these b**hes focused Yeah you know I puff the tree, so my throat is swollen I dont need a motive, I just keep on rolling Until it's flat and the tire pop, freezin in the fire box Over weight ladies they screaming when the choir starts Everybody got the dreams that requires art, and expires hearts So will you take the deal, damn The flow is real like my birth rights Saying that I've been cursed twice Blessed with absurd flight Thinking I'm a threat, you heard right Never got em first but I earn stripes And I learned how to reep em, delete em, and impeach a legion of losers And start a cause for the lost, believe in the truest like ya'll You see I'm flowin, twistin like a back flip Rippin through these chap lips I've been spittin crack since So keep it real in a hunnid When you chill at the top then you feel it is plummit Motherf**er that spot for me In the jungle too hot to breathe, you will not proceed So you better stay cautionary, you lost already No chorus just corpes plenty Porridge empty illness what you feel Redirect and chill while we ressurrect what's real, caution