Wrote and Dropped a Rough 16 Today

Solitary Spade (Not Rough) – Stay In Lane ft. M.C. Spy (Rough) (Produced by Diract Beats diractbeats.com)


[Verse 1: Solitary Spade]
My Marksmen will watch my back, As I ‘ cross the path/ While in the marshlands they bog and track/ Through the large parts of swamps, they charge like hogs/ running fast – thump and crash, like drums and thunder claps/ Muffled spazz’ – suppressed guns – no muzzles flash/ We come from the grass.. then (pop pop)/ … your last breathe is felt/… – as you grasp at your chest/ – as we laugh at your death – as you pass onto Hell/ – Every -men in my regiment, – treads in the water – with a medal of honour – I bet your a gonner’ when I send your daughter, have my men set upon her/ meddle her petals, until she’s dead and departed – left in the garbage/ infested with varmits, pestilent pest – spreading their larvae – shedding their armor/ – I’m betting you horror, sending you farther – then Heaven is offered, dress for the coffin/ – harbour your weapons – start with a blessing/ Cuz’ tomorrow – your’re set for the coroner/ – your new date with death, will make you pay through breaths/ As I cave in your chest – I break it and I make a mess!/

[Verse 2: Spy]
Yo we got people talkin’, walkin’ like they jockin’ glocks, stoppin’ when the cops come an’ flock like some pigeon hawks, drop they chalk on the block, walkie talkies squawk, got a knock knock on they clock, now they gotta drop, now they now they now they got ’em in a cell, givin’ ’em hell, givin’ ’em reasons to be breakin’ outta jail, forced to instigate a prison riot, C.O.’s on the diet, this ain’t the fuckin’ Hyatt lay down and just be quiet, (click clack) don’even try it, I’ll sell it, you’ll fuckin’ buy it – die while I vie for the pie in the sky an’ I – do not give a fuck more than you do not, nope, nada, – “my armada’s gunnin’ for for the whole enchilada”‘s what they say when they wanna parade around, paint the town, till they get sprayed or drowned and found in the ground, no more daps, no more pounds, no more theories to expound, – fuck around or stick around, there ain’t no middle ground.


Track about war, being the strongest. Most diligent in your army. Natural Born Killer type Shit. Heavy war track, Kill or Be Killed, murderous lyrics, Fight or Die.

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