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Breaking Ground (Intro)
01:26
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My name is Rasheed Chappell and every since 12 years old
This was my story
Every journey begins with a single step
Every beach with a single grain of sand
And every building with a single brick
The first brick is the cornerstone, the people the places
The highs the lows
The wins, losses, the love and pain that shapes us most
I can hear the sounds of voices being carried up to my window
As my mom and dad fucked, fought and got high
The smell of refer was as loud as the music that blared outside
And clashed with the sounds of sirens
My first brick is molded by my friends
Who share the unspoken language of acceptance because our stories are the same
My first brick will forever be tied to my name
Forever revealed in every word I speak
My first brick is sunflower seeds and Miss Berry icees
My first brick is popped bike chains and Boy’s Club swimming pools
Open hydrants and Chicken Holiday snack boxes
My first brick is sleepovers with cousins
Fist fights and learning to cuss like the old heads I mimicked that came before me
My name is Rasheed Chappell
This is my first step
My grain of sand
This is my first brick
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Verse 1
Welcome to my epic
Was written for your amusement
All my years of living’
I put it inside the music
Sorry for confusion illusions I don’t provide
Hungry bellies turn to felons
The place I reside
Homicide on the daily
Babies born to addiction
The outside world I offer
My description
Clinics abort a fetus
The loss of Black genius
Adidas hang on wires as a symbol of death
Life we don’t appreciate
Houses they depreciate
Use anything to numb it out
Helps to alleviate
The load carried
Roads travelled alone
It’s my poetic justice
I’m facing life in this poem
Verse 2
Started as a hobby for fun
Rhyming for sport
To my people I’m their savior
Live I report
As a portrait of humanity
Forgotten by society
Often emulated now ain’t that fucking irony
They package and they sell it
Distribute and make millions
We fight for the crumbs from the top
Through glass ceilings
Pray that we can make it out
Cause we got hopes and dreams
But they hard to attain
With no ways and means
So we cook clean
Athlete Rap Sing
Ghetto and the Barrios
Africans and Latins
I speak for you
I sincerely do
I see your beauty
And they gon’ see it too
Verse 3
I’m from the cesspool parasites
Celsius Fahrenheit
Ice cold
Life’s a gamble
Every steps a dice roll
Tread light red white blues the demeanor
Informers turn subpoenas
Subpoenas come from a snitch
No glitch on your computer screen
iPhone Droid
System incompatible
We all non void
My anatomy of chaos
Preachers searching for souls
Pushers looking for bodies
Devil luring them both
No apology
Prophecies written in blood
I’m the hate that hate made
Lines written with love
Welcome to my epic
I live it for your amusement
Everything I have
I leave it inside the music
Enjoy
I hope you enjoy
It’s all that I have
It’s all that I am
And I share it with you
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Sips a Sisco
Miss Hicks the disco
Suga Bills
Big Horace and Cisco
Pistol
Poppin’ like it’s Crisco
Let’s get this money my nigga
By the fistful
Verse
This the first brick
I remember like my first lick
With niggas outside
Posing like a jail flick
The ice grills and big bills
The arms folded
The charms golden
Thick clouds of white blowin’
The night air
Fila’s or Nike Air’s
Some snorted and some chose to pipe theirs
Pretty fiends
Had niggas willing to dice theirs
In dark stairs
Saw the flicker from the flame
Cops showing flicks
Try to match it with a name
But fuck Columbo
Dime sacks was jumbo
Pops used to push ‘em
Before he turned to Dumbo
His white lines
Used to snort ‘em off a broken glass
I write lines
To sort the pieces of my broken past
Cash only
Niggas a blast homies
Put money in they casket
Laugh and flash Rollie’s
Wild times
Making of my wild rhymes
War stories
Limits a statutory
Mandatory minimums
25 to 40
Them long numbers
New niggas get wrong numbers
Cause landlines is land mines that land time
Keep quiet
Keep it off the wire
Separate the money the product and the buyers
The kitchen was like church
The Holy Grail
Hot plates and card games and weigh scales
Cheap liquor we took sips
And talk shit
Talk money we talk pussy
We talk whips
Hood celebrities immortalized in those flicks
This the genesis
And where I rapped my first brick
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Yo that shit was crazy my nigga like
The nigga pulled up
Like it was like the wildest shit
Yo
A yo
Yo you going to the corner store yo get me a water my nigga
Yo that’s why your mother fat as fuck my nigga
Yo
Verse
I was standing outside when the gat went off
The nigga pulled up slow
And cracked the window
Plucked the dutch
And passed the indo
And waived to the God
Who was leaned on the building
The first warm night
We was outside building
When death in the air you can sometimes feel it
Not tonight it was calm and cool
Niggas cracking jokes like April Fool’s
Niggas outta jail like they home from school
The God been home
Bout a month and a week
Every time I see him
Got a blunt and his leaf
Work and his piece
Said he rather die than to starve in the street
So he jogged to the jeep
The windows smoked out
Was dark outside
Looked around for the narcs outside
The jeep double parked
In the parking lot
Like July the fourth
How the sparks rang outThe God tried to run
But his legs gave out
Nigga hopped out the whip
The he cocked back the fif’
Put the barrel on his lips
Blew the God’s flame out
And niggas running like roaches
Old ladies hanging out the window like vultures
Statute sculpture
The shooter just froze up
Dropped his gun
Came to and said hold up
Hold what
A nigga screamed as the shots rang
The car peeled off
Right before the cops came
The nigga running
Seen him hopping over benches
Knocking over strollers
Bumping into niggas
And right behind him
Was the shooter with his gun aimed
Turned around outta breath
With his hands raised
Don’t shoot
All we heard then bang bang
Wrong nigga
They shot the wrong nigga
Cops pulled up and popped the wrong nigga
Eyes open
He was gone before his body dropped
14
Life and times of a shorty rock
For real
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Hook
Rasheed Chappell Verse 1
Yo Yo uh Yo
This is park bench prophecy
This is my philosophy
The illest tales realest lives all come out of poverty
With no remorse
And we offer no apology
Address the court wrinkled dress shirt suede wallabee
But no corob those involved said nothing
Masked gunmen in search of that white onion
The nigga moved to soon the lead humming
Whistled in ear his head spread like hummus
No newcomers crews they knew of us
The clientele buy and sell we move numbers
But different zones different phones a few numbers
Every law that we break we face two numbers (25)
With letters at the end
Every letter that I pen is like a letter from the pen
This mindstate behind bars we locked up
On kitchen tables our next meal get chopped up
Then pop up on avenues in vestibules
On crime blotters but our sagas never make the news
Let’s politic you want line go head and take a sniff
No genies lamps a glass pipe blow
Now make a wish...nigga
Hook
Daniel Son Verse 2
That brown bag money shit know what time it is
They scared to see how it feels
The terrors real
Northside through the ends
Every night the air is chill
Hit the PSG match’n whip with the Paris wheels
My girl walk the path of greatness in a pair of heels
She got the balance
And mix it with a lot of talent
She half Italian the way she work the pot is brilliant
Never lost a challenge
And never came up short neither
Courtside floor seater four door Porsche dreamer
Far removed from tryna plot an escape
So many lost in the race
Buckets tweaking dope all in his face
The chef growing with the cost of the plate
I throw the pepper shrimp sauce on the steak
On my word they see young Son popping up in the street
Need offices in the suite
Put my coffin a hundred feet
And watch me cause my pockets is getting deep
When I sleep
I try to count dollars instead a sheep
Rare pressure applied just off the reflex
I painted each step
Lessons how to cheat death
I light the blunt decrease stress
Dry clean flex
‘Lo garments catch the iron and the steam press
Hook
CRIMEAPPLE Verse 3
Whoa...whoa
The diagnosis came in the doctor certain
Yo I body everybody if my mami hurting
Cocky wordsmith brolic shotty by the toilet I drop a turd in
We starve with somalis I don’t wanna poly
Chickens on my wood like polyurethane exchange names no math
Wifey on it when I get home she probably sniff my sack
Twist the crack choking down this gas chasing Coronas down
Hold it down I heard ya dog yellow and he homeward bound
He known to treat secrets like propaganda
Man up Can’t stand ya drop the hammer leave ya top Constanza
Heckler heckle em meet Krammer time to switch the face up
My design purvey big faces akin to Jacob
Peace to killers who kill killers and split the plate up
Look out for neighbors still willing to hit crystal lake up
I call em uncles never known to fall or fumble
Cop the bundle triple up and sell it all in crumbles
Im quiet in the corner saving oxygen
Confident contemplating topics you don’t comprehend
Minor flips never made me salivate
We balance weight recalibrate
See a 1000 islands once the salad straight...what
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FRANCHI$E
02:15
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Uh Uh
Verse
I’m the face of the franchise
Flagship artist
Sickle and the hammer
Czar the black Marxist
And my blade
Been sharpened on the park bench
I’m on my dookie rope Union Square Park shit
I’m the architect and the arsonist
.45 caliber tongue
Thoughts the cartridge
Birds with they head in my lap
Going ostrich
And my shit
Been wove from a different cloth
A nigga hung like a Christian cross
El Hamidullah I deen so no pork
Dark denim
White tee
The ‘Lo emblem
1080p in HD are my pictures
This the wide screen lifestyle
Late night corner store visine and lifestyles
Get a dutch
This is too strong for White Owls
A night owl
You can find me in the after hours
Eyes wide
On them niggas plotting after ours
Like P.E. live my life through the scope
I’m he who laughs last
Was the ass of the joke
A power shift
I’m the change in paradigm
Abnormal I played near the power lines
You fool’s gold
This that 24 karat rhyme
Clean cut
With pristine clarity
Not for profit
I do it like charity
In this school
It’s the student verse faculty
I gotta live out my King
Before they Malcolm me
And put the X on me
Throw the hex on me
Long barrel single shot or the tech on me
No vest on me
Walk with the Lord
Behead Devil’s
Like a nigga talk with a sword
The ballot or the bullet
The corner or the pulpit
I recite like Negro hymns
My insight like Eloheem
My lines uncut like kilo grams
It’s hard body
Meets God body
Borderline verbal assault
Unarmed robbery
With no hands
I make magic
A nigga stay over they heads
Closed caption
Closed caskets
And blow ashes
The mind of a torturous soul
The pen’s classic
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Verse 1
Black supremacist crack the Guinness spark the lye
Salute me when I enter my nigga
Hold ‘em up high
Survived cold wars and fiends with no teeth
Heroine and diabetes niggas with no feet
No sleep till the A.M.
Nigga we go hard
Money murder or mayhem
Niggas going at God
Don’t ever question you know what I’m about
Knocking niggas off
Knocking niggas out
And fuck around I’ll bleed y’all niggas
Ivan Drago Apollo Creed y’all niggas
And I’m a rep Mach till they free my nigga
And the heir to the crown
That’s me my nigga
Now say grace and break bread and let’s eat
I’m so evolved
I Marley Marl on break beats
No Juice Crew
No Biz Mark Kane
Valor suits rocking bismark chains
And I can hear the pain
In the veins of my niggas
So I’m a curse the world that made me a nigga
I’m no Messiah been inspired by the drug dealer
I know the science my alliance to the underworld
My slang alien
And floating on another world
It’s outta orbit
Flash Gordon when they press record
I go from Knowledge to Build
‘Fore I make it to Born
And for these dollars we kill
Nigga that’s on the normClouds form storms coming
I predict a drought
Go head and breathe it in
And let me blow this out
Verse 2
He nocturnal
Eyes bleeding from the sess a mill
Tired of these nickels and dimes
He tryna touch a Mil
Now the plot thickens
And he spot victims
Soon as niggas come out the spot
He HA stick’em
With no mask
No common sense
Just a fool nigga
Ignoring the consequence
Cause he got a seed
And a baby moms
At his moms crib
And it won’t be long
Before the words out
And then the word spreadsEvery single dollar he took
Is on his head
He want to live it up
Eat smoke drink it up
Even in his wildest dreams
He couldn’t think this up
You know when karma come
And them lamas come
Anybody caught in its path
They won’t pardon ‘em
And two shots rocked the doors off the hinges
Baby in the bassinet
Mom’s in the kitchen
Shells penetrate
Exit out and they ricochet
Holes in everybody
Left blood on the dinner plates
Now we light a candle
Sad example
Of what a fake nigga can’t and a real nigga can do
And that’s real...101
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Hook
Verse 1
Uh Yo Yo Uh
A yo we chase glory
Spark up to chase 40’s
6 buildings 8 floors a million stories
Heard ‘em all
Seen ‘em all
They came before me
In rope chains jail slang
Was just a shorty
In IZOD outta Saab’s
They jewels gaudy
They drop gems
Either boss or you employee
I’m stand up
You on the stand with your hand up
What kind of man help the man
To set they mans up
I clam up
Tight lipped I say nothing
Carry me with 6
Before I let 12 judge me
The scene ugly
Seen death I seen junkies
Seen up seen down
I seen hungry
To speak bluntly
These scenes they still haunt me
Everything I seen it seems it still calls me
But still in me
Every lesson in the hallway
Posted in the doorway
From Lexington to Broadway
Hook
Verse 2
This is dead stock
One of one I am the last real
I reminisce and give a glimpse of how the past feel
To every nigga locked up
Or on the ave still
Holding they last dolla’
Chasing they first Mil’
You know the cash kills
And for the currency
Stay on the humble
Let your hustles run concurrently
We live fast die young
This sense of urgency
Is bred in us
Bread winners we head spinners
Feds sending’ fake sales to mark pictures
Guns pop duck shots
The lead whistlin’
Peace God
Know the math we know the science
Know the dealers
Know the users we know the buyers
Know the highs
Know the lows
We know the depths
Know your role
Know the code
And show respect
And watch your step
Cause it’s piss inside the hallway
I’m holding court
Banana King up on Broadway
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Uh...Street corner shit
The real
Yeah street corner shit
Yeah Project City
For all my blunt smoking niggas yeah
Verse 1
Ugh
They call me Gomar Oz
Dubar and Inshallah
I hope to see tomorrow
Wickedness that we involved
These chickens saddle on
And niggas tattle on
And send they niggas up river
And now they paddles gone
Young and hard headed
My niggas Capricorn
Animated Pixar when the heckler drawn
Yeah we out the hood
But we far from it
So when you see the cloud
You know the storm coming
My nigga fresh out
And down to get it live
And standing on his head
He did his six to nine
He kept his mouth closed
You know the G code
And behind them walls
Is where the weak exposed
Yeah I speak in code
The wise analyze it
Those that really live this
Y’all niggas fantasizing
And pantomiming
Shit we hands on
And we master anything we get our hands on
Hook
That street corner shit
4 in the morning shit
Loaded lamas roll the scama
Keep the drama lit
You know the hustle
For this money nigga I’m a get
And keep it live
On my street corner shit
Verse 2
Ugh
This hood alchemy six floor apartment C
Building 45
Every word certified
You niggas instagramming
And taking flicks
My niggas intsta gramming
Scaling flake baking bricks
No bacon bits
That’s non cipher
Last of a dying breed
Ain’t many likes
Not many like us
But respect shown
I bag two birds
Feed ‘em this dick of stone
That’s hard pipe and hard white
And if they swallow
Then they our type
I’m talking reckless
So pardon self
Cause for that power U
Niggas lose the God in self
Y’all rest havens
You niggas fall in love
And while you chasing them
They chasing us
They got you playing poppa
And make you watch the kids
We playing carousel
All my niggas get a spin
Hook 2
That street corner shit
4 in the morning shit
Loaded lamas roll the scama
Keep the drama lit
You know the hustle
For this money nigga I’m a get
And all the killers and the thieves
We surrounded with
That street corner shit
4 in the morning shit
Loaded lamas roll the scama
Keep the drama lit
You know the hustle
Nigga all this money I’m a get
And keep it live
On my street corner shit
Verse 3
Ugh ugh
So either you the victim or you the culprit
You pull the strings
Or you the puppet
Pinocchio or Gepetto with the metal
So either your name echos or quiet inside the ghetto
It’s no surrender and no retreat
Ain’t no concessions and no defeat
So what you live for
Is what you die for
And only for the life of your seeds
You would lie for
That’s hood shit
And proper etiquette
We all got our vices in life
In search of sedatives
So smoke away the pain
And try to numb it out
And niggas trick cash
Flaunting with they hunids out
They all gaudy
Till they take shots
From that Mossberg stainless cal .40
So when the block talk
I advise you listen
Could either pay the price
Or just pay attention
Hook
That street corner shit
4 in the morning shit
Loaded lamas roll the scama
Keep the drama lit
You know the hustle
For this money nigga i’m a get
And keep it live
On my street corner shit
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Recognize Ali Verse 1
Recognize motherfuckers...Yo
I spit the illest shit niggas know what the dealy is
The grittiest motherfucker know I’m sicker than syphilis
My jewels infinite you comical fuckers ridiculous
Candy ass rappers is still sweeter than licorice
The damage I do though catching bodies like sumo
Everything puro bitch I’m numero uno
You can catch a grenade like Bruno
Laid back in a two door kicking it like Judo
The brave type I blaze mics you ain’t nice
I could take the head off a king when the pay’s right
My game tight fuck your bitch on the same night
I’m Ray Rice
A punch a leave you at the gravesite
Bars
Niggas know the laws
Playing poker with the broker you already lost
The sun is shining on these stars
Pause what’s a fucking King to a God nigga….yeah
Rasheed Chappell Verse 2
Yo
A yo
It’s mo’ money mo’ murder another homicide
Outline your body a work
You step outta line outta mind
Words fly like they outta 9
Or a magnum it’s .40 cal lingo the shells jingle
Like bells as they hit the ground
Who want a round this is sound boy burial
Crown Vic steering wheel stuck in my ways
Carve a nigga like a half moon
Stuck in his waves
Games I don’t play ‘em scales they can’t weigh ‘em
My niggas pumping 3rd base
Step into the A.M.
Welcome to the meyhem my scars were formed
And from that same cesspool where my star was born
I shine on niggas blind y’all niggas
Banana eating perm dropping dime ass nigga
Rap with a bullet keep it under my tongue
I gave you power
Move the crowd like I’m waving a gun nigga
Hus Kingpin Verse 3
Huh
It’s Wavo I drive a sea sled VVS reflex my step c drex
Yo peace who next
Dropping heads off like who’s necks is these
I’m dressed like a fencer
Yo meet the grave smoke goat
Cocaine Van Gogh the gun Vandross huh
A pistol out the van door huh
Muhammad Ali butterfly lee duff niggas
We gut niggas we hawking
These is Gods fins bullet proof dolphins
I need my bitch dark skinned with baby hair she foreign
She glow like the sky’s orange
She sing Georgia and paint porcelain Porches
I’m still caught in the Porsche winds huh
It’s Wavo Jean Claude nigga
My pen faints writing blood rivers uh
Napoleon Da Legend Verse 4
I’m a terrible student don’t try to educate me
About a quarter brain dead
But my pen is crazy
Don Mega Pharaoh with the fly set up
Who the greatest
Got ‘em debating like Sa Neter
I’m calm tho
Leonardo with a sledge hammer
I got a way to disrespect them with the best manners
Get a scan of my face made for digital
Don’t discriminate who I crush
This ain’t political
I’m nonpartisan I bombard artisans I’m Don Gorgan
For demiGods Gods and Goddesses
I never rock Yves Saint Laurent
Never sweat a broad I don’t chase
That’s another bank to rob
What you think i’m ‘bout to slow up my day
Pay attention to your shenanigans
And slow up my pay
I might cheat death
Fuck around go to my wake
Get you emotional
Meanwhile promoting my tape...Pharaoh
Lil Fame (M.O.P.) Verse 5
A yo I’m still at it fo sho
Still bad as before
When the bill status is quo still shatter your jaw (nigga)
I ran with the wolves since a shorty wop (FACTS)
Running wild with the goons kept the corner locked (FACTS)
Fuck dem industry hoes this is for the block (FACTS)
Catch a round of applause from the .40 glock (FACTS)
My niggas dump back
Get slumped back
Leave your brains in the back of the whip where ya trunk at (BLAOW )
Art imitates life imitates art
Air the place yellow tape lock the place off
Fuck with me i’m a goon
Got the spot smelling like gunpowder drug money and cologne
(M.O.) I put it down for (M.O.)
Let it go for (M.O.) say nothing they already know my (M.O.)
King down when you step inside my kingdom (WE LIVE)
Kings County you fucking with a Kingsmen (BONG)
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Rasheed Chappell New York, New York
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