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King Bradley

by Scorcese, gusto shade

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Target 01:59
Terrible conscious a miracle that I minimize nonsense My ego admonished My id recognize fragile personas Casual cause of the savage Refuse to live average or modest Rather be Tony Stark than Rhodey Rhodes This roller coaster of emotions Got me nauseous Walk an extra mile in my shoes wit da Nautilus Cheap produce or the needless markup? We Louis belts outta Neiman Marcus Bleeding hearts swim near sharks it's danger See my shark fin Big Floyd he final straw bend When it broke the bubble burst Kaep modeled peace you wanted protest America failed Now it's burning... now it's burning Hope they loot and prosecute We let you slide for 400 years Greased ya palms wit mama tears Grammamas Psalms All that prayer painted extra targets Ironic how the tables turned You priced us out now ice us out Just a fraction of the acres repaid Cut to the chase Divide and conquer failed Now your corporations afraid Cuz the money can't solve the issue Never could being honest Just kept me fresh plus Gave stress a rest plus Made sure my mama phone rang Wanna check up? Bless up this ain't messed up! The system worked how it's designed Founders law called me less than a man They amended, never intended Pass rights to me and you But you knew that Voting important, but the laws gotta change Or else the status quo remain the same Peep the aftermath Minnesota wasn't happenstance Nigga we fed up... - Scorcese
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Powerful impact To cowards a mismatch You catch me in the paint I Dream shake you more Cartwright The tales from the dark side My genius apartheid The world's lost 50 shades of grays You either in, out, or in the way Smoking on gorilla glue Pining for a rainy day To match my mood Like a fresh tee, shorts exclusive shoes Wishing I could burn it down With a glance like Itachi could Instead I'm more Rock Lee Beware the Final Lotus Plus I move weight With speed unseen, breaking gates Crushing barriers Ben-Hur flexing on his chariot Waking up wondering Who's Judas Iscariot In my crew Do parasites exist? Sulty mistress whisper Lorde Jones you sweating - Scorcese
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All rise it's the honorable nation Everybody battle stations The generals the maesters The brotherhood in all black Pamphlets, manifestos Plans to buy the hood back Destroy police force Legalize marijuana Distribute resources On the road to riches There's no detour We four, Black Shells, Speez Plus the Great One Screaming give us what's ours Or else we'll take yours My Yung bulls apes Treat banana clips Like Caesar and Koba You reaching it's over They aim for your brain You missing wild Swear you working for COBRA We train soldiers Nation GVNG regiments Every city anonymous We Spooks by the doors Double Blind Drops Even if you knew where to look You never find us We dropping bombs Like we down 10 on the Niners So line up, inspection time Chiefs to the Front My Hommies know With the gun we Romeo Mean mug colonials Pistol whip the priest at the testimonial That's how fucked up my mental state be Thoughts running like Ahmaud Arbery Rayshard Brooks, Do The Right Thing Still get ya life took Not I, said the blind man We'll burn it down Reveal the truth beneath Make the world better for my little niece No Justice No Peace - Scorcese
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King Bradley 01:38
Champion Flex Show some respect SCORCESE That's the handle of the terrorist I breathe annul ya marriages The beast destroy the Heretic Avoiding war with the derelicts Who hearing this, cool breeze Refreshing like a hug from ya mother Some kind words imparted The pressure of an artist Who refuse to live modest I understand El-Haj Malik Shabazz When he heard the screams Death is certain now the curtains close You scramble in the pocket But they bearing down upon you Pressure, anxiety, depression Lurk around every corner Like slow Wide Receivers Still we pledge allegiance To a lifetime of shame Small glimpses of brilliance I walk the water with the faith In myself I was driven The villain, Scorcese Lorde Jones Lorde Jones Corleone I'm more Sonny than Michael Desire ware rarely guidance I'm Justin Thunder Liger An action figure brought to life My presence soothing like the warmest light Yet I fuck up ya life up like bad advice Walking contradiction Boldly striding never crawling timid Crime scene confuse forensics I'm a cynic, double shot of Guinness Alchemic, Homunculus Defy the laws of the nature The seven deadly sins said let's begin - Scorcese
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People dying alone Modern medicine a failure Ironic something unseen Done jailed us Same crackers hate welfare Now screaming help us Smoldering silent majority Report from quarantine See the future? It's Mask On, beware of strangers Respect the boosters, Showing love to the looters Cuz you can wear a suit PHD or E-S-Q Police'll shoot you Canoodle with oppressors Swag surf performative gestures Slap the messenger Wearing a "I am not my ancestors" tee Social currency the other disease That's why it's called going viral The sickness is real, Rappers and actors, did you know Atlanta Wakanda? Death and dishonor Streams and likes, I fear smoking on my porch at night I'm born to fight, but camera phones Substitute for good ass whoopings I ain't alone we bounce back Like good couch cushions You mouth pudding, soft & sweet Platitudes you often speak To the same cowards plotting on coffins To place ya feet - Scorcese
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Don't say nothing, but just say enough I know it sounds crazy but nigga just listen up the cops want compliance; they'll resort to violence to achieve objectives so memorize these lessons The second rule crucial, maintain composure you can't raise your voice or even show your displeasure You run into a black cop, double down on chill cuz he'll snake you out before the white cop will This is real, your pop pop cried, and I'm alive, We both dealt with cops and both had to survive red and blue lights instill fear and I know it Worst thing you can do is to reveal that you know it Body language show it, don't ball your fists up Make eye contact and always keep your chin up They might try to search you, slip up and curse you But you gotta breathe and maintain your virtue Don't be a tough guy, tell em what your rights are Don't become a slice on the murder rate pie chart Sidebar- all cops are liars, read between the lines to decipher, rewind Tamir died at the age of twelve, Treyvon didn't touch 18 See what I mean? There's a war against smart aleck black children with futures I know I just described you, I'm wishing I could hide you But the world is cruel police officers crueler Cuz the law on they side and your skin worth abusing In their eyes, no surprise they let you walk away In that moment, the tightrope you walking So fall in line and not into a coffin Just make it home so we can talk in the morning - Scorcese

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gusto shade & I created a not-so-nice EP written and recorded in an overly hot attic fueled by Weed Cookies, Liquor, and the raging anger that a black man felt watching revolution happen as a father... The first record was written when the Target in Minnesota was looted and Burned. I wrote one record a day from that point. Please enjoy.
- Scorcese

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released July 26, 2020

Producer - gusto shade for Wouldn't Know Records in Indianapolis, IN
Lyrics & Vocals - Scorcese for Zipsquad/Insubordinate Records, LLC in Philadelphia, PA
Engineer - Money Most for Flyzone Studios, INC in Baltimore, MD

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Instrumental Hip-Hop producer based in Indianapolis, Indiana.

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