[Intro]
Jansport
Coast Contra
Uh, aye
[Verse 1]
We out to bless speakers
Be a truth seeker, might collect sneakers
Wake up, dick leaning to the left like Pisa, pull up
Ballin', call a half court, no subpoena
No limit, nigga, you could check, it wasn't on the visa
Hello world, nice to meet ya
We been on your mind, I'm good for three like adidas
But today, dont cross the line
They glorify doin' dirt, we purify
We can't cross paths, thats cross-contamination on the vibes
Gotta dap hands with sanitation on the side
Bro, you not my mans, I don't know if you disguised
Saying everything is blue
If I didn't look up, I might think it's true if I ain't know you was a liar
Fuck that, kiss me goodbye, like mwah, [?]
Nasty, spit a flow flooded, make a resеrvoir
Look at me, pullin' plays out my ghetto repеrtoir
Name buzzin' more than ethanol, nigga
Dope shit, could sell a brick of coke to a locksmith
Step on they keys to success and tell him "bro i'm locked in"
It's like that, I'm really him, so you won't get the mic back
Stop it, profits, got a vision just lineaged your optics
I like a minister that mainly diminish your pockets
Sinister, but it's regular, fuck a synopsis
Six feet, that's how deep in the street the plot gets
These days, niggas will hold you down and hold you hostage
Hold up, you only watch while we took the risk
Now you froze up
The word is in, the people chose us
[Verse 2]
Uh
Could climb the Eiffel, curse your name, like pardon my french i'm spiteful
Spit that shit, then watch it drip beside you
Still can't find a rival
The god MC, I seek a challenge, like Quran, Bible
Peep the fine line between both book of rhymes that I wrote
Invoke a different convo, highest voltage, shock your mind
But mostly find you niggas in denial
I literally swam the Nile
Found my flow within a mile
God, I'm jawning tryna attempt the style
Now it's dirty water, look like f-
Man
Y'all buck nice, want lockjaws and a pit fight
Shit might Vick Mike, just dislike
You don't even sit right on the throne
Bitch type "XX", they don't ever really get Y chromosome
Man up, stand up on your own, then stand up for your own
Women screaming: "Hands up!"
Most niggas had they hands out all along
I don't mean to beg, but nigga please, would you move along?
I hear "fee-fi-fo"
Big steps on the microphone, back when them light was not on
My future been bright all along
Half high home, waxin' it by the candlelight, tryna write these poems
Grew up to like these poems
My inner child write these, I recite these for him, hype beast for him
On us supreme beings, get your hypeman harmed, nightmare farm
Who raised the bar?
We figured you tryna adjust the mic snare for him
Believe this, I speak the truth fluent through broken english
My slanguage is spoke by linguists, come get your mind fucked
My stroke of genius keep me from a casket, that's no joke, I mean it
I earned a living, broke my ashes, might awoke a phoenix
I've risen, a judge can't even budge my life decisions
Swear I got the most conviction, swore my pen the most efficient
Ain't here to lead 'em, lead our freedom under no conditions
Word to all you politicians
It's different dawg, the people chose us
[Verse 3]
Yeah
I gave it back cause when you die, you'll never take it
So take my heart and sing along in every language
Visualize the letters and pick aside my endevours
Recognize hard times, you bribe [?]
The streets voice
I gotta rap cause I ain't got a choice
Dropped out of high school, all of my setbacks got me to this point
Too genius for a nine to five, my purpose left me unemployed
Got fired for spittin' raps I used to jot in the back of a Joyce
From sleepin' on the bus, to waking up inside a Royce
Tryna fill the void, and ressurect the feeling they destroyed
Build up, these girls and boys
Just cause you can rhyme, that don't mean that you should rap
Too many rappers lack purpose, and it's wack
If we don't hear enough pain inside your verses, we won't run it back
This game broke my heart a million ways, but I kept comin' back
Haven't looked back, since the day I said "I do"
Now the street sweeper flies over the moon, with the same broom
Watch me run over
[?]
The people's choice
[Verse 4]
I talk to Jesus, tell him 'bout my demons
As a sinner, I just stand between the concept of good and evil
Sound like a sermon, but i'm not the deacon
We ain't religious but these verses hit like churches, turn them to believers
Hip-hop back, early eighties to upper nineties, nigga
This that crack, when we rap, we really snap
Bring that boom bap back, they fiendin'
For something else, 'gon give 'em substance
I tell you they need it, they callin' us fucking genius
It's Coast Contra, now who 'gon whether the four seasons?
The coldest flows, ya hottest rapper will turn anemic
I told you they too facetious
I keep it stoic, they so egoic, I know they weakness
I pledge allegiance to start a Coast Contra beacon
And give the light to those seekin' the finer the finer pieces
So they could find out what peace is, keep trying
I am Eric Jamal
Philly nigga, yeah I came here to draw
Who 'gon tell me I'm wrong from right
And what's right, then get it from God
Not to keep it, but to give it to y'all
See, we here to provide
Just some of these niggas; they killin' my vibe
Low frequencies be killin' my high
Listen dawg, I am all for it, I ball for it
If I fall; "Eric Jamal, crawl for it!"
Y'all want [?]
Number one like Crawford
And this artform, lyrically, 'gon talk to 'em
Is it barely the switch in narrative?
Look at our heritage, I come from pyramids
Born in America, but not american
Look at my fair skin, don't treat me fairly
The fuckin' arrogance is so embarassing
Built off of character, that's why the people chose us
[Outro]
