Ghost got enemies too. Now over Drake’s “Energy”, Pinero gives them all what they ask for on his new release. If you haven’t yet, catch his previous releases here and here.
UPDATE: Two more. To be continued. To be updated here.
Play “Stillmatic (The Int…”
“Stillmatic (The Intro)”
Uh, you know I still run with that, that blood of a slave
Boiling in my veins
It’s just hot until a nigga can’t take it no more
Blood of a slave, Heart of a King
Turn my voice up
Ayo, the brother is “Stillmatic”
I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought I’ll make another “Illmatic”
But it’s always forward I’m moving
Never backwards stupid here’s another classic
C-Notes is falling from the sky
By now the credits roll starring Nas executive poet, produced, directed by
The Kid slash Escobar
Narration describes the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to survive
The feature opens with this young black child
Finger scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the TV down
Mary Jane girls, 45’s playing, soft in the background
Poof from C-Town’s mornings was hash browns
Stepped over dope fiends, walking out the door, all of us paw
I learned the difference between the snitches, the real ones, and who’s soft
And the murderous, hungriest crews
People jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, ages seven and nine
That’s the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I know the streets thirst water like Moses
Walking through the hot desert searching to be free
This is my end and my new beginning Nostalgia
Alpha and Omega places, it’s like a glitch in the matrix
I seen it at all, did it all, most of y’all been pop for a minute
Spitters, sinners and the game get rid of y’all
Y’all got there but y’all didn’t get it all, I want my style back
Hate to cease y’all plan it’s the rap repo-man
To them double up hustlers, bidders, niggas who real
Professionals, stick up child’s dreaming for meals
Let my words guide you, get inside you
From Crips to Pirus this is survival
Blood of a Slave, Heart of a King
Blood of a Slave, Heart of a King
Uh, uh Blood of a Slave, Heart of a King
Uh, yea
Huh, Braveheart
Im bad, ill shoot u, im the best, and i smoke… The end..
he aint lying tho, and he make it sound good. this is better than drakes weak ass song
LOL!
Time for the smoothies and juices to be made….
I mean come out with a project fioo and get it over with we all know you can still rap but can you still capture and audience in today’s industry…
Ghost fits him well he Should fall back and go find himself a nino man
styles p one of the strongest flows out.
Play “Stillmatic (The Int…”
“Stillmatic (The Intro)”
Uh, you know I still run with that, that blood of a slave
Boiling in my veins
It’s just hot until a nigga can’t take it no more
Blood of a slave, Heart of a King
Turn my voice up
Ayo, the brother is “Stillmatic”
I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought I’ll make another “Illmatic”
But it’s always forward I’m moving
Never backwards stupid here’s another classic
C-Notes is falling from the sky
By now the credits roll starring Nas executive poet, produced, directed by
The Kid slash Escobar
Narration describes the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to survive
The feature opens with this young black child
Finger scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the TV down
Mary Jane girls, 45’s playing, soft in the background
Poof from C-Town’s mornings was hash browns
Stepped over dope fiends, walking out the door, all of us paw
I learned the difference between the snitches, the real ones, and who’s soft
And the murderous, hungriest crews
People jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, ages seven and nine
That’s the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I know the streets thirst water like Moses
Walking through the hot desert searching to be free
This is my end and my new beginning Nostalgia
Alpha and Omega places, it’s like a glitch in the matrix
I seen it at all, did it all, most of y’all been pop for a minute
Spitters, sinners and the game get rid of y’all
Y’all got there but y’all didn’t get it all, I want my style back
Hate to cease y’all plan it’s the rap repo-man
To them double up hustlers, bidders, niggas who real
Professionals, stick up child’s dreaming for meals
Let my words guide you, get inside you
From Crips to Pirus this is survival
Blood of a Slave, Heart of a King
Blood of a Slave, Heart of a King
Uh, uh Blood of a Slave, Heart of a King
Uh, yea
Huh, Braveheart
DON’T HATE ON MY OPINION!!!!
The last bar was utter illness.
pinero the second nicest out D block.
2nd instrumental is cool
Olhead should’ve stuck wit pdiddy bitch ass