Hush Album

[Numbers Being Dialed - Phone Rings]
[Hush]
"Hello."
[Shane Capone]
"Whats up Hush?"
[Hush]
"Whats up, who this?"
[Shane Capone]
"Shane."
[Hush]
"Oh, whats up?"
[Shane Capone]
"Shit, what the fuck are you doing?"
[Hush]
"Shit, sitting around playing with this razor."
[Shane Capone]
"Playing with a razor? For what?"
[Hush]
"Bro, I can't do this anymore man, this seems too fucked up man. Deals lost, people lying on me, people trying to fuck with me dog, I can't do this shit nomore. Jobs, bullshit ass rumors, people talking about I sued Royce man, fuck all this shit man. I give it all up dog, I can't do it nomore."
[Shane Capone]
"Wha? Dude, you're one of the dopest emcees out here. 150 emcees, knuckle up, you just don't drop shit like that and quit."
[Hush]
"Whatever."
[Shane Capone]
"Look, you're about to blow up man. All you need to do is quit fucking with these bullshit ass labels, and come over to Rock City. Me and you, together, we can blow this city the fuck up."
[Hush]
"Oh yeah, but I just want Micheal to be cool, you know what I'm saying? Hes gotta know his daddy went as far as he could."
[Shane Capone]
"Hey, no doubt. Look, skies a limit, together, like I said, me and you, we can get this paper."
[Hush]
"Alright man, you're gonna have to call the ambulance man, I'm getting dizzy."
[Shane Capone]
"Alright, hold on Hush, I got you."
[Hush]
"Alright man, one."
[Ambulance Sirens - Music Fades Out]

[Verse I]
[Hush]

Chicka, chicka, get down.
This is one of those songs, when people hearing this
Will try to judge me, demoted from being a lyricist
Thats why I put the MC before Hush, because I insist
Of being in control of the mic, a specialist.
My nemesis, being myself is venomous
Because sometimes a foot in ya mouth is dangerous
Sharp on the edge in ways a razor is
Slicing thru any red-tape or plagarist
Backhands to many for grand stand and win it
When demands ask for bands of the bland man you dish it
Infinite, all of my words with quickness
Like a deck hand with a bad stomach, I see sickness
Crazy like a kid with his hands slashed and slit it
Till his parents have to come have his quack ass commited
And any emcee that I can't stand, I'm shittin' on
Any mother fucker that backstabs, forget it

[Hook]

If you ever hear my sound in the street, it goes - blow!
Get down!
So if you ever hear my sound in the street, it goes - blow!
Get down!
So if you ever hear my sound in the street, it goes - blow!
Get down!
So if you ever hear my sound in the street, it goes - blow!
Get down!

[Verse II]
[Hush]

Yo
I'm a bad ass liutenant, who can't stand a gimmick
The ones we all just like to laugh at and mimmick
The ones we all know that just can't rap a bit it
And I still suffer heat from a backlash of critics
Wack ass with synical slaps that can split it
And anybody saying my raps trashed is finished
Whoever said that having a backpacks permitted
Its just raps that you can't grasp or grip it
I'll blast back on any one jackass who give it
Any nim-witted upperclass ass that doesn't get it
Understand, not every rap fans exquisit
Or has to live it, every track thats explicit
I must admit it, that fast cash will limit
A vast cast of vivid emcees that really live it
You couldn't blow up if you had gas and lit it
When I blast fast cats hit the fast dash and split it

[Hook]

If you ever hear my sound in the street, it goes - blow!
Get down!
So if you ever hear my sound in the street, it goes - blow!
Get down!
So if you ever hear my sound in the street, it goes - blow!
Get down!
So if you ever hear my sound in the street, it goes - blow!
Get down!

[Verse III]
[Hush]

I can't be fucked with like broken dildos
And I spill flows, that beat you to death like steel toes
Swift blows to any emcees that can't rhyme
I'm so dope I'll cut ya, then snort your flatline
Obscene writer, my team remains finer
The main liner, feeding your veins a pain liver
Chicks with dicks, or bitches with no balls
Or glisten to blow, big mouth cats with no paw
I misplaced ya album right next to P.D.
I only bought his CD just to hear B.I.G.
I hold it down like tape on toupe's
Put a condom on your tongue, and then fuck what you say
I move crowds like fights at rap shows
And handicap foes who vow they can flow
I'm after your soul, and after that your platinum
Catch em' in the track with my gat, just to strap em'

[Hook - Repeat 2x]

If you ever hear my sound in the street, it goes - blow!
Get down!
So if you ever hear my sound in the street, it goes - blow!
Get down!
So if you ever hear my sound in the street, it goes - blow!
Get down!
So if you ever hear my sound in the street, it goes - blow!
Get down!

[Royce Da 5'9']
"What?"
[Hush]
"Knuckle up."
[Royce Da 5'9']
"What'd you say?"
[Hush]
"Hush."
[Royce Da 5'9']
"Uh, uh, Royce Nickel Nine."
[Hush]
"Yeah, we represent Detroit Rock City."
[Royce Da 5'9']
"And we will fuck you up."
[Verse I]
[Hush]
Yo, yo, yo
You're fucking with a straight up menace
That'll run inside ya apartment complex, and start spraying tennants
I stick bastards for a wealthy skeem
Punch thru ya chest and snatching out your self-esteem
Stabbin' ya spleen, precise like a javelin team
Grabbin' the green, quicker than the crack and the fiend
Quick draw, faster then it takes you to blink
I spit thoughts, faster then it takes you to think
You're catching the sink, drowning in whatever you drink
I'm huntin' you down, bustin' at your leather and mink
I'm meltin' ya ice, I'm heated in your average rink
Lockin' it down, and rockin' like I'm trapped in the clinic
Slappin' a freak, cappin' every rat or a fink
Fast with the ink, blast you out your hat or your link
Shatter your teeth, every time you chatter or breathe
Unravel your cream, Detroit its either that or the Bean
Hush I get madder and mean
Matter of fact all of ya'll get splattered in three
Pieces, just your body and arms, your shirt sleeveless
Begging for Jesus, before your heart collapses and seizes
Who needs this? Cross the fine line
I'll be on the phone, calling my boys and 5'9'
Detroit City, cats that are born with nine lives
And I used 8 of yours, you better shoot me 9 times

[Hook - Repeat 2x]

Knuckle up!
If you see us, cop a plea and duck
Knuckle up!
When you see us in the streets, in the truck
Knuckle up!
If you see us dropping B's in the buck
Knuckle up!
When you see us in the D, neato what

[Verse II]
[Royce Da 5'9']

Yo, yo, yo
I done took more bitches off more neatos hands than
Mo' neatos ran from popo's than the van
Stick to my word, so I don't threaten neatos nomore
If I make you a promise, then its safe to say that its honest
My guns, tired from being fired, while yours sit on the shelf
I'm like a song concept in itself
Choking my weapon, burning ya vest in two, G
Rap neatos learn from the best, and hope to be set
Knuckle up! I don't depend on my toast to spark
Wrap my fingers around your neck and let the choking start
I'ma be on top pissing, until I soak the charts
You don't like me, but I'm still here, like Rosa Parks
A flow is a flow so, low and be-hold the art
I listen to you and go, "eh" at your dopest parts
I don't do these open mics, I tear shows apart
Gordy (?) I'm a hot boy, you get roasted dog
First neato to hit the flo' is smart
Last neato to hit the flo', you about to see him and his folks depart
Bling bling, chain glow in the dark
Mo' flavor with mo' ice, cold-blooded with a frozen heart
Hes not street-smart, he only knows the park
But we can share this rap pile (?) long as he knows his part
If you was even close to smart
You know I roll with sharks, and dogs that bite and only supposed to bark

[Hook - Repeat 3x]

Knuckle up!
If you see us, cop a plea and duck
Knuckle up!
When you see us in the streets, in the truck
Knuckle up!
If you see us dropping B's in the buck
Knuckle up!
When you see us in the D, neato what

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I'm a simple man all I want is lifes gold
But I never wanna leave, not until my life's told
Through a pen and a pad I write ministries
Frustration with these suicidal tendencies
I can't blink cause if I do it might pass by
Just leaving me, once again I only ask why?
I'm waking up in the morning just to fight work
Trying to figure out where I fit in this tight world
I'm living proof you can hustle for your life's gold
Struggle with the muscle of a knife in your minds soul
I never thought I could express what the real was
Till I understood what the phrase 'keep it real' was
Does it mean loyalty or does it mean hate?
Cause most of y'all do the latter just to instigate
I don't really care cause I be own man 'til the night's out
Fighting in the blind till the lights out

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