hatt's crib

[Verse 1: Slaine]

It’s funny, they love me for the same thing they hated me for
Before they never thought my shit could be so crazy and raw
Never thought I’d reach the point where they paid me on tour
Saying, “Fuck the police.” on stage while they hang at the door
Banging the banger to swords, slanging slang from the saw
Walking with dirt on my clothes since I came in the door
First came the skepticism then came the applause
Then came the dime pieces grinding till I came in my drawers
Next up is a decision, what colour paint on the Porsche?
Which diva I can fuck, knock up, and later divorce?
I know they’ll always be the backstabbers and haters of course
I can’t change that man, that’s just fate in its course
Yeah, consider me blessed, rid of the stress then get rid of the best
Lovers littered with this pain in the middle of the mess, Slaine
The kid in the chess game who captured the king
I’m the motherfucking fighter getting back in the ring

[Chorus]

It’s only one life to give in, get in where you fit in
*Scratching* Jaysaun, Edo, and Slaine
It’s only one life to give in, get in where you fit in
JCO, JCO
Get in where you fit in
Mastered this, blasters that make em clap to this

[Verse 2: Edo G]

My best year is next year, the cheque cleared
I moved on, you left here, heard by deaf ears
A sissy don’t make you less queer, I test fear
My nigga still an out even though he’s drinking less beer
Refs ain’t fear so I put on the show
Before the guests and the breasts appear
It’s S.T. fuck the rest up here
Cause when we escape on the road and come back
And we see the hate, face me yo
Horn-blowing niggas like ? get sliced by JCO
Put yourself one step below
And respect the fucking title that we bestow
And that’s the slogan, no loose lips
That’s for me and murder it’s Massachusetts
Here’s where the proof is, your whole style is useless
From this point on, consider me a nuisance

[Chorus]

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[Talking]

God can you hear me? I’m talking to you. Answer me. I’m livin’. I’m livin’. Answer me. Yeah. I am living this fucking life I have been given. I don’t know what to do. Whatchu want me to do? Talk to us. I’m fucking living, though.

[Verse 1: Slaine]

The world don’t love me, this world don’t budge me
My pops raised me wrong, my girl won’t fuck me
My face is so ugly, verse too grimy
I’m dirty, it’s like I got a curse to remind me who I am
Damn, I’m a man with a plan
Hustle with the gram in hand, let the heat bust
And the hammers blam, throwing stares and glares
Hanging on a corner and I’m pissing in the stairs
Yeah, nobody cares if you die, only where
The world is too crowded and it’s lonely here
I can’t sleep in my room, I stare at the sky
Lay awake counting sheep and the moon
I was born in this cold world, deep in the womb
Became violent, nowadays keep a platoon
And I roll with an army, my mommy never could find me
She lost me in the crime with my grimys

[Chorus: D Quest]

How could it be that I live this way?
Broken wings so far from grace
I’m a fallen angel
How can it be that I lost my name?
I love the things that bring me pain 
I’m insane
It’s driving me insane

[Verse 2: Jaysaun]

Dear God, tell me why have you forsaken Jaysaun?
Could it be all the chances that you gave me
I squandered and wasted
Chasing the aroma of success that I tasted
I passed the street’s SAT’s and I aced it
But the drugs just frantically drove me so close
To the edge of insanity
I thought of putting two in my canopy
I spit on everything that was handed me
And chose to move dope and coke
Guess where that landed me
Engulfed in hell fire and brimstone
Sipping cyanide and kool-aid with Jim Jones
I thought, “Do I really want to be up at Def Jam?”
Being manipulated like a pawn in a cheap game of chess, man
Rather swallow half a handful of some mes tabs
And cook a batch of amphetamines in a meth lab
These are random thoughts from a madman rambling
Whose brain stays scrambled like alphabets from Campbell’s

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Edo G]

Yo I wish my pops didn’t pass when I was seven years old
If there’s life after death, is heaven this cold?
I was told to get the green gold, see what the bean hold
While the cops got my block in a scene patrol
I watched shit unfold, behold a pale horse
Police force endure us force without no remorse
I took a different course, got money from a different source
Lives get lost, it’s colder than the night’s frost
Paths criss cross and niggas get pissed off
Or get tipped off, it’s on at all costs
Get buried full of gators like the ?
Haters get molotoved, hauled off, blown and tossed
Like Hamas, all I see is red sauce
Another hustler who’s a dead boss
Yeah, so Edo coming at it from a different angle
It seems to happen when you dealing with them fallen angels

[Chorus]

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[Verse 1: Jaysaun]

Give it up, yeah
One, two, three, four
You better empty every bank account and bet it on Special Teamz
Say that repeatedly, do not forget it
Cause the way you niggas spit gives me a headache
You’re pathetic, it bothers me even though I shouldn’t let it
I’m the nicest nigga up here
You gotta give me credit, yeah I said it
Put your gasoline drawers on cause hell is where you’re headed
These enemies hate on Jaysaun and Metadeit
Got a pet four-fifth and hollowheads is what I fed it
Before I feed it I will end your life, believe it
You will end up quadriplegic, hardly breathing
At the same time I’ll be bailing out your local precinct
No matter what the season I’m released
And I will show up at your house for no reason
I wasn’t born to be a savage, man, the childhood was average
Now addicted to the carats and the cabbage
Repeat after me, similar to a parrot
You see me and Edo G, yup, we still gotta have it

[Chorus]

We ain’t scared of none y’all
Cause we can get all y’all hit up with one call
We birthed your style, in other words we sonned y’all
You don’t run nothing here, nigga, we run y’all
The S dot T dot, Special Teamz the initials
And anything that differs from that is unofficial

[Verse 2: Edo G]

You faggots still cower at the ill hour
Ain’t no such thing as a great talent without great will power
You soft as flowers and you’re starting to wilt
You rappers got a shelf life of a carton of milk
Put the game on tilt, take it on chest
That’s how I was built
Watch your mouth, that’s how you get killed
Blood gets spilt and I’mma put it in their mind
Wars are fought one bullet at a time
Battles are won with one, put it in their rhyme 
I’m right up front, the front of the line
Stood on the grind, wood on the line
So the ? could eat, who said Edo was sweet?
Special Teamz, put your head to the cleats
While the bitches nod their head to the beat
Double-wood homie, dead, you’re released
As the violence increase and in Boston I pray for peace
As I stand over a man that lays deceased

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Slaine]

Come on, turn me up
I’m the wickedest jerk, quick to stick my dick in skirt
Of a bitch with a perm, dope with an itch and sick with a germ
My syphilis sperm hitting a spliff with a burn
I was suicidal before but now my pistols are turned
And the world is in trouble now, I really think so
Cause I got a bunch of guns and I never learned to drink slow
Plus I got an inkling that it’s time to let the ink flow
I got an iron on me so my pants are never wrinkled
I bang with the bangers, hang with the slangers
Bring the cocaine to the game until I became famous
Till I became Slaine, shit I coulda became nameless
Instead I became hungry until I became shameless
Slaine, Ed, and J, serenade the renegade from center state
To renovate the inner state of a sinner’s mind
From the pen and page, this is cooked yey, homie
Crack, motherfucker, crack motherfucker
Yeah, my momma better pray for me

[Chorus]

Popularity: 6% [?]