Day One Songtext
von Awar

I′m not trying to take you back to rewind the '90s
I′m trying to take 'em back to 62 East 190
Bodega sandwiches and peach iced teas
Even back then I was a beast with rhyme schemes
With my day ones, bumping DITC
We don't play, son, we turn beats to crime scenes
Deliver New York Knicks and dimes of lime green
NBA ballers ain′t got heat like my team
The streets designed me to keep ten toes down
For gold crowns, leave ′em six feet below ground


If you ain't know previously, at least you know now
They talk greasy to me while I chief smoke clouds
Deceased presidents rise like yeast in my dope pile
Police seize evidence when they read your profile
IG locations and grow ops lead to your dope house
They don′t believe you can't breathe, you get choked out
The times we′re living in a violent environment
Instead of swinging fists, they're firing the iron, man
Conditioned by society to lie to the lie exams
Pass with flying colors and slide with your designer brands

I am a hustler, major in supply and demand
Got this economic shit down to a science, fam
Turn into holograms, I am Leviathan
In your mom′s sonogram you have my flyer in your hand
Your neck in a guillotine, rock execution masks
Went from ape to man, I'm the evolution of that
So far ahead of my time, left my future in the past
Go play Russian roulette, start a revolution like that
Rappers lift uzis up to they medullas and clap
A nuclear mutation, live in the sewers with rats


Yet my power is freakish, I'm a superhuman that raps
They hook when I leak shit, my music is crack
Access denied, you never show up in proper attire
You get knocked, start singing like gods in the choir
Need a hitman? I′m the guy you should probably hire
Hard to catch like a meth head with a copper wire
Everything I do flames, mics I′m chain smoking
Most days I hop the turnstile with no train token
My strain stays potent, front, you'll be pain coping
Laid up with all fourteen bones in your face broken