[Intro: White Noise & Blasko]
Yo, tell them who it is
It's Blasko, on some smooth and seductive shit
Sixth Sense
Brought to you in part by Sixth Sense
White Noise
Motherfucking J R
Got the whole team out here today, welcome
Yeah, ai, yo
[Verse 1: Blasko]
Was on a dark road, now I'm at the cross-roads
Walking down the cosmos, talking to some lost souls
Inhaling weed and I'm coughing through my nostrils
Surrounded by greed and these fucking Donny Brascos
Try to tell me, "keep the faith, only God knows"
But I can't feed my family going to mosque though
Paint pictures vividly, call me Picasso
Break down my enemies, turn them into fossils
Still get the work whole sale like it's Costco
Never met Rick Ross, I'm a fucking boss though
Compare us in size, me I'm colossal
And stare in my eyes, turn you to a lost soul
This is bible that I preach, swear it's gospel
Survival in my speech, follow me like apostles
You can reach, can't touch, we are not close
Godfather of this shit, you are just a snot nose
I avoid waste mans like they pot holes
'Cause I never take chances with some raw souls
It's a rap, motherfucker this is tacos
[Verse 2: Quotient]
Stay fluid at room temp, I'm mercury in retrograde
I'm pretty fair in height, but I measure in centigrade
Ninety degrees, all my angles are always right
Nanas at peace, I got angels on the other side
Like Chano from 79, though Saba when he slides
Down Lakeshore Drive, slow, just take your time
Square One and Yonge love we was up at the mall
She was linking with Arora but he had to move on
Withdrawals, the price for knowledge deposited
Defaulted to balance negative with the positive
Now I feel Optimus, prime form I transform
But if I'm prime, how can I be what Quo stands for?
Quid pro quos, trade notes with all folks listening
Spend my two cents but the collective pays dividends
Divvy up the meter to find what the rhythm is
We flow so seamless, hard to peep what our division is
[Verse 3: Freak Niquee]
Look
Everyday that I wake up I'm still proud of my skin
Or just my soul, 'cause I'm the type to never ever give in
No not the status quo, pro quo bono y'all can't stop shit
Meditate my soul so I don't blow my top and pop shit
Niggas acting sheisty, want to fight me, 'cause I'm made, bitch
Who ever said a black man can't wake up and go get paid, bitch
Motherfuck the media, they stereotyping
We'll never fill these holes while we're stereo high, man
I got a son and it's my job to raise him right for sho'
To many young black men done died and there'll be plenty mo'
If we don't stop all this oppression keeping us on goal
Ready to hang the next nigga for some petty shit
A full clip tucked in my pocket, case it's time to bust
White folk demanding we forgive and give them all our trust
But I'm not trusting or forgiving, 'cause there's pain we felt
Pain worse than mama on your ass with a leather belt
And that shit felt, 'cause it hit hard on your soft behind
A hard head have you dead in the nick of time
I'm black and proud, hear me loud for the second line
This world is whatever you make it so I make it mine
[Verse 4: IRAI Ouree]
I'm always gonna make a way
I don't got no time to waste to time today
Wake up early morning pray
Niggas think they built, but they ain't made
Waking, I'm up in them walls like a spider, I'm rolling up Mary Jane
These niggas taking they time and they tired, we all still got the same things
Twenty-four, ain't no other mold, niggas lacking and asking for hand outs
Like, what the fuck is a man now? I took the higher ground
They be looking down, 'cause we ain't go the same route
You people hustling backwards, actors, natural disasters
Can't contribute to the way that I'm after
No drifting I'm pastor, go high as a ladder
You up but you stuck in one place, you fake til you make it
Deep in the space, it's like Luke in a cage
Your hustle will make you or break
I'm fucking the world in the bold of the bays
Where either you trap or you got you a trade
My destination to the paid, you missed the exit, went the wrong way
Like the snake had to say, he expose himself like Mr. Cain, bitch
[Verse 5: Hillsy]
AHHHH- check it out, I got a problem but he ain't gone wear it out
Old life was a movie - alcohol was taking paramount
I took one girl to the promenade, had another at the aftermath
Same thing at my second class- back to back he had back to backs
And thats a fact - and that acid got me two faced
That life is hard to drop - good handle on my loose-case
One night at the fairgrounds, farenheit about a hundred thow -
Getting hot and heavy when your mans out with his pants down
Crazy nights, hands down - but now I gotta sanitize
I still drink too much to touch a life out of the devils eyes
Am I primadonna for that I wanna be a father
Or at least have the good morals of a Peter Parker figure honest-
Ly, I’m sorry, I just need a minute
He dont need atari, He’s just being realer
And we hit the gas, every time we crash into a wall but
I know it can't last, so I just hit the Saxophone like
[Saxophone Solo]
[Verse 6: White Noise]
I often struggle like the states with Geronimo
I can't judge your trials, I'm not your honour, whoa
I stay fluid, even staccato, though
Might hit some lows, but I still go, I got that pot hole flow
And then I go adagio, slow
Like K-Roc when he was ducking the Stones
I might meditate or moderate with a poem
I can stay round here, but I might go home
I might switch it up, allegro, picking up the tempo
Uplifting my mental: Hindu in a temple, easy
Word to - God, itchy -palms
So I'm - gone, Houdini
I've been really hurting honestly, any thoughts on modesty?
Rapping so sweet: dulce, screw the economy
Foolishly honourably, schooled in autonomy
Looking to stars, like Van Gough painting astronomy
[Outro: White Noise & IRAI Ouree]
Beautiful, that is beautiful, on everybody
Thank y'all for coming out tonight
We'll see you on the next act of the album
Yo, tell them about it
Yo, yo, it's Icee
From Dallas to Canada, nigga
Shout out White Noise
Yo, yo, ooh
Wooo!
Yo, tell them who it is
It's Blasko, on some smooth and seductive shit
Sixth Sense
Brought to you in part by Sixth Sense
White Noise
Motherfucking J R
Got the whole team out here today, welcome
Yeah, ai, yo
[Verse 1: Blasko]
Was on a dark road, now I'm at the cross-roads
Walking down the cosmos, talking to some lost souls
Inhaling weed and I'm coughing through my nostrils
Surrounded by greed and these fucking Donny Brascos
Try to tell me, "keep the faith, only God knows"
But I can't feed my family going to mosque though
Paint pictures vividly, call me Picasso
Break down my enemies, turn them into fossils
Still get the work whole sale like it's Costco
Never met Rick Ross, I'm a fucking boss though
Compare us in size, me I'm colossal
And stare in my eyes, turn you to a lost soul
This is bible that I preach, swear it's gospel
Survival in my speech, follow me like apostles
You can reach, can't touch, we are not close
Godfather of this shit, you are just a snot nose
I avoid waste mans like they pot holes
'Cause I never take chances with some raw souls
It's a rap, motherfucker this is tacos
[Verse 2: Quotient]
Stay fluid at room temp, I'm mercury in retrograde
I'm pretty fair in height, but I measure in centigrade
Ninety degrees, all my angles are always right
Nanas at peace, I got angels on the other side
Like Chano from 79, though Saba when he slides
Down Lakeshore Drive, slow, just take your time
Square One and Yonge love we was up at the mall
She was linking with Arora but he had to move on
Withdrawals, the price for knowledge deposited
Defaulted to balance negative with the positive
Now I feel Optimus, prime form I transform
But if I'm prime, how can I be what Quo stands for?
Quid pro quos, trade notes with all folks listening
Spend my two cents but the collective pays dividends
Divvy up the meter to find what the rhythm is
We flow so seamless, hard to peep what our division is
[Verse 3: Freak Niquee]
Look
Everyday that I wake up I'm still proud of my skin
Or just my soul, 'cause I'm the type to never ever give in
No not the status quo, pro quo bono y'all can't stop shit
Meditate my soul so I don't blow my top and pop shit
Niggas acting sheisty, want to fight me, 'cause I'm made, bitch
Who ever said a black man can't wake up and go get paid, bitch
Motherfuck the media, they stereotyping
We'll never fill these holes while we're stereo high, man
I got a son and it's my job to raise him right for sho'
To many young black men done died and there'll be plenty mo'
If we don't stop all this oppression keeping us on goal
Ready to hang the next nigga for some petty shit
A full clip tucked in my pocket, case it's time to bust
White folk demanding we forgive and give them all our trust
But I'm not trusting or forgiving, 'cause there's pain we felt
Pain worse than mama on your ass with a leather belt
And that shit felt, 'cause it hit hard on your soft behind
A hard head have you dead in the nick of time
I'm black and proud, hear me loud for the second line
This world is whatever you make it so I make it mine
[Verse 4: IRAI Ouree]
I'm always gonna make a way
I don't got no time to waste to time today
Wake up early morning pray
Niggas think they built, but they ain't made
Waking, I'm up in them walls like a spider, I'm rolling up Mary Jane
These niggas taking they time and they tired, we all still got the same things
Twenty-four, ain't no other mold, niggas lacking and asking for hand outs
Like, what the fuck is a man now? I took the higher ground
They be looking down, 'cause we ain't go the same route
You people hustling backwards, actors, natural disasters
Can't contribute to the way that I'm after
No drifting I'm pastor, go high as a ladder
You up but you stuck in one place, you fake til you make it
Deep in the space, it's like Luke in a cage
Your hustle will make you or break
I'm fucking the world in the bold of the bays
Where either you trap or you got you a trade
My destination to the paid, you missed the exit, went the wrong way
Like the snake had to say, he expose himself like Mr. Cain, bitch
[Verse 5: Hillsy]
AHHHH- check it out, I got a problem but he ain't gone wear it out
Old life was a movie - alcohol was taking paramount
I took one girl to the promenade, had another at the aftermath
Same thing at my second class- back to back he had back to backs
And thats a fact - and that acid got me two faced
That life is hard to drop - good handle on my loose-case
One night at the fairgrounds, farenheit about a hundred thow -
Getting hot and heavy when your mans out with his pants down
Crazy nights, hands down - but now I gotta sanitize
I still drink too much to touch a life out of the devils eyes
Am I primadonna for that I wanna be a father
Or at least have the good morals of a Peter Parker figure honest-
Ly, I’m sorry, I just need a minute
He dont need atari, He’s just being realer
And we hit the gas, every time we crash into a wall but
I know it can't last, so I just hit the Saxophone like
[Saxophone Solo]
[Verse 6: White Noise]
I often struggle like the states with Geronimo
I can't judge your trials, I'm not your honour, whoa
I stay fluid, even staccato, though
Might hit some lows, but I still go, I got that pot hole flow
And then I go adagio, slow
Like K-Roc when he was ducking the Stones
I might meditate or moderate with a poem
I can stay round here, but I might go home
I might switch it up, allegro, picking up the tempo
Uplifting my mental: Hindu in a temple, easy
Word to - God, itchy -palms
So I'm - gone, Houdini
I've been really hurting honestly, any thoughts on modesty?
Rapping so sweet: dulce, screw the economy
Foolishly honourably, schooled in autonomy
Looking to stars, like Van Gough painting astronomy
[Outro: White Noise & IRAI Ouree]
Beautiful, that is beautiful, on everybody
Thank y'all for coming out tonight
We'll see you on the next act of the album
Yo, tell them about it
Yo, yo, it's Icee
From Dallas to Canada, nigga
Shout out White Noise
Yo, yo, ooh
Wooo!
( White Noise (CAN) )
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