NWA Type Rap | REVOLUTION | MONDAY BARS 39A (PROD. mordalzki)

MONDAY BARS 39A - Rapping on a NWA x Eazy-e Oldschool Westcoast Gfunk Type Beat. Thought this visuals went pretty well with this, good movie, what you think? This is one of two MB this week, so make sure to check out the other one!

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VISUALS:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F74XAJ1xFAo

LYRICS:

What I be doin’ with no salary,
I’m hittin’ shots like a shootin’ gallery
Never lose a battle G
Slingin’ .50 caliber you ain’t even worth 50 calories
Fuck ya mother duck ‘n cover like a Mallard be
Huntin’ bigger game cuz my hunger been untamed
Gun pin trigger aimin’ in, unrestrained at any range
BANG BANG, droppin’ prey, lay claims
Leave ‘em rottin’ cuz they D grade, gotta train to stay sane

Straight shoota, give a fuck about my race roots
Views and culture from influences no traits do it
American born raised, state of mind NH
Revolution home base main place my brain grew
Still makin’ moves, try to pace with my evolution
Monkey see monkey do, I see red on my self resolution
Guerilla killa, hits out the blue with retribution
Me myself and I, the best to do it

Pardon French I ‘on’t fuckin’ rely on no one
My pupils rise dilate, armies da size of Shogun
Kneel by the uncivilized, revise ya rights
They drop the mic when they realize my eye whites don’t show son
Part seas to reach what I need, motion full ocean
A bro coastin’ won’t show when the shores close in
Written in stone, from flames I arose to fame, Moses
With my flow my tides to rise, I just Noah it

Every verse I’m givin’, a sermon in it
Every word I’m spittin’ a servin’ of wisdom
Everythin’ learned I’m livin’ no rehearsin’ with it
No earnin’ yet I’m driven to be given’ it ‘til I be burnin’ in it (Herse, urn)
Makin’ bread on ya heads but my epidermal in it
Verbal heat I breath blind ya thermal vision
White hot, follow the light I got
Bars in my blood, God son, get you drunk from one servin’ listenin’

Ain’t no peace in my mind ‘til I die, every piece of my mind never sleep, that’s how the dream stay alive
Rise ‘n shine I been writin’ rhymes, typin’ lines while y’all night time sheep z’in’ needed for that 9-5
Time organize ‘n use it da composer of my life, prioritize my music, decompose all lies
Never let a paycheck break ya neck, rather be fired for fire than a hire on hide