Made Eze - BTD (Music Video)

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Chapters:
0:00 - Intro
0:45 - Part One
1:51 - Bridge
2:24 - Part Two
3:44 - Bridge
4:10 - Outro

Credits:
Beat production by @SlickJayBeatz
#shotoniphone

Lyrics:

[Part One]
They’re prepared for the crud cos
I’m a black man with a stance but
Calm on the side of that borough,
Where the weak get yinged
And their bodies get chopped
Not far from the sights of a mother;
Where you gotta find food for the mouth
Of your brother,
But the week goes ying and time flies by
Like the tooth that sunk in another (x2)

Like a flame that burns through booths
it’s a tooth through a yout on the news
On the cover,
In a room full of goons through the zoot and a
Dollar through the tooth on the two that will
Chew through the collar.
Shout out to the great mind gripsin the Leash
Cos my mans firming the K9s
It’s a tough world that we breathe
This life that we live is a choke on our necklace.
More times when I'm out here grinding
No bad vibes or karma collected
Ever in heaven interested hell and in all kind minds
I’m calm and collected.
My melanins dark, stretch marked in parts
Yet nobody stretched it.
How many free shape ups can a guy win
Cos he quacks like somebody’s bredrin?

She’s a fiend for the lifestyle,
Hope she knows how to run
In the shoes she’s accepted
Boo you got no blue clue
Of the length of the sword
When it plunges deep and
Erects him,

When erected the flesh and the look in his
Eyes when he fades as his essence is rising,
They call you you Rebecs yet,
It’s Claire from the link that your name is Alissa.
Who the f**k raised me in their belly for about
Nine months so someone could rise me?
I’m the prince of a queen not somebody’s son
When I glide with the knights and they guide me
Who the f**k said son grow to be swords worthy
Only for knights to then slice me?
For then knights to then night me?
Bill if you dare to ignite me.

[Bridge]
When the dreams and nightmares come rolling
Can I say that rolled for the mumzy,
That I rolled for gang,
That I rolled to be comfy.
When the pace of his hearts fading was it him
That she heard when he said on my way it’s okay,
On my way it’s okay, baby I'm sorry I love you.

So I’ll bury my bossman corpse when my blood's
On my chips like boss man’s sauce,
And I’m whipping this goth Van Horse with the kick
That blammed me back on course.
I’d pray that you swing cos you’re bred like Judas
Often you hiss in resentment
But accept your loss as my wins burn through you
To death as the coldest revengeance.

[Part Two]
They’re prepared to get touched but
I’m a black man with a chance and
Calm on that side of that borough,
Where they clock what I’m on
So they leave me in peace and
Reflect on their life in the squalor
Cos they wanna find food for the
Mouth of their mother,
But the wap that blams looking
Over their shoulder turns man
Stiff for a plank and a chopper!

No tears she can cry in Remembrance
Shed all of those at the morgue by the
Entrance.
Their life flashed in her eyes from the
Day they could walk to the day they would
Waltz at reception.
The judge blinking their eyes hand covering
Yawns in amidst them expanding the sentence
And a deep exhale from the bad dead
In a cell that resembled a bando.

Death comes lurking no man deep
In a breath does hearsing fall man steep
In a step does birding
All man virgin qweffed man vermin.

About demon time who's quicker
Than the reapers scythe?
Do you wanna get steady with it?
Blast on that level?
Sweaty dance with the devil?
Puff pass on the special and burn it?

Got a rap full of wass if I say
We’ll ever start learning,
And a rap full of facts if I say
This beef will never stop burning.
But when I leap for the door my little girl
Cling and and a claw she’s like hey bye dadda
I don’t give a damn if the world goes dark
By the end of the day she’s like hey hi pappa.

Lemme rap about never have I ever
Believed that I’m a boulder to a letter
Or fine shredder.
Believe I’ll catch a shot with a high header
Or ricochet a bullet with no vest and a guy
Sweater.
Who the hell said Eze a lie seller I’m shooting
For the star better believe that my fire’s stellar.
And what I’m burning below I’m burning
Everything high get out my way or get fried hella!

What planet are you man from to believe I’m a boxer?
Never catch me dead or alive so settle aside I never
Need a stitch for a doctor.
I’m amused that you pray for the angels to catch
Any ching that swings from a chopper,
Cos if you stand in my way any weapon I’m forming
Against you will ching you and prosper.