New music visual "Men of the People" featuring Embrae Le Veen & N.O.K. off the upcoming collaborative project "Usual Suspects"
Produced by @84music1
Directed by @ByrdeeFilms
Streaming link: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/nok...
#hiphop #independentfilm
Lyrics:
@nokspit Verse
Got a weird perspective
Ear for the clear directions
He don't care he don't fear rejection
OG from the island used to snap
Don't interfere just adhere the lesson
Putting fear in the kid was senseless
Place a barrier and the kid would fence it
Rare air the atmosphere contentious
Still here in the field and trenches
And he never stop until the cheddar copped
Move like a pimp with a feathered top
And the weather hot so that say a lot
Words impact like he set a block
Working black like he on the clock,
Ain't no turning back, naw he betta not
Fast forward we seeing a mass shortage
In the lab now more cause you hot as ya last joint
And they never knew what hit em
Pedigree is G, he free, he thinking with a vision
Every melody is hitting, deadly agree he see
What they selling us is wicked
But they telling me I'm tripping
Watching these fellas get penalties
Catching felonies and prison
I'm just chilling got my celery and chicken
Peeping the jealousy and devil on a mission
I'm like a kettle when it whistle
its been long settled he official
Like a bevel how he chisel
On schedule and his head is on a swivel
There's levels to it either blow up or you shrivel
He dead excuses either glow up or get little
A poet just tryna give you a moment before he fizzle
The cold motor lit pardon all the intrusion
He on focus and dodging all the illusions.
@embraeleveen Verse
Never did it like the "O" did it
Me and my bro got decades in the game
Tik tok like a slow minute
Shit won't ever ever feel the same so I got to put my soul in it
Independent with the flow business
Drop gems on a soccer mom while she waiting at the octagon
For it to turn to the color of trees
I blow in the breeze and freeze on em
I turn to the wind and pee on em
Corners I bend to be on em
And I ain't scared to eat on em
Look, Saying when he facing shit and with a eighth of piff
I got to taste the kit
A basic life, a basic chick wit no dreams
She couldn't chase a fifth and wonder why
We couldn't make it fit wit no scenes
But I ain't Jethro Bodine, seems
Produced by @84music1
Directed by @ByrdeeFilms
Streaming link: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/nok...
#hiphop #independentfilm
Lyrics:
@nokspit Verse
Got a weird perspective
Ear for the clear directions
He don't care he don't fear rejection
OG from the island used to snap
Don't interfere just adhere the lesson
Putting fear in the kid was senseless
Place a barrier and the kid would fence it
Rare air the atmosphere contentious
Still here in the field and trenches
And he never stop until the cheddar copped
Move like a pimp with a feathered top
And the weather hot so that say a lot
Words impact like he set a block
Working black like he on the clock,
Ain't no turning back, naw he betta not
Fast forward we seeing a mass shortage
In the lab now more cause you hot as ya last joint
And they never knew what hit em
Pedigree is G, he free, he thinking with a vision
Every melody is hitting, deadly agree he see
What they selling us is wicked
But they telling me I'm tripping
Watching these fellas get penalties
Catching felonies and prison
I'm just chilling got my celery and chicken
Peeping the jealousy and devil on a mission
I'm like a kettle when it whistle
its been long settled he official
Like a bevel how he chisel
On schedule and his head is on a swivel
There's levels to it either blow up or you shrivel
He dead excuses either glow up or get little
A poet just tryna give you a moment before he fizzle
The cold motor lit pardon all the intrusion
He on focus and dodging all the illusions.
@embraeleveen Verse
Never did it like the "O" did it
Me and my bro got decades in the game
Tik tok like a slow minute
Shit won't ever ever feel the same so I got to put my soul in it
Independent with the flow business
Drop gems on a soccer mom while she waiting at the octagon
For it to turn to the color of trees
I blow in the breeze and freeze on em
I turn to the wind and pee on em
Corners I bend to be on em
And I ain't scared to eat on em
Look, Saying when he facing shit and with a eighth of piff
I got to taste the kit
A basic life, a basic chick wit no dreams
She couldn't chase a fifth and wonder why
We couldn't make it fit wit no scenes
But I ain't Jethro Bodine, seems
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