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1. |
Afterlife
02:45
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Verse 1:
It was dark for a minute but I made it through/
I can look in the mirror, I don't hate the view/
I like where I'm at, I really want the same for you/
That's why I hope you're listenin to what I say to you/
There's traps everywhere, it's kinda like Decatur do/
So what I look like to worry what a hater do/
I got enough shit pulling my attention/
So I ain't gotta whole lot left that I can pay to you/
But for the most part, I be doin good like/
Feelin like I'm real close to livin the good life/
Bro I gotta good girl, every night a good night/
Yall be lookin shook like I would in front of Suge knight/
No joke, tryin not to go broke/
I just wanna put my family up in a really dope home/
That's the goal anyway, little money in the bank/
roaches in the ashtray, homie sayin don't choke/ What's it feel like
Hook:
Feels like I died came back and everything's alright/
Not a whole lot of drama, everything been nice/
Like who would a thought I'd get to live this twice/
Welcome to my Afterlife/
Like I died came back and everything's OK/
But that don't mean it don't go both ways/
Get a front row seat at the pearly gates/
Welcome to your afterlife/
When I started this shit, shit it wasn't bout the money/
I was just releasing energy and actin nutty/
Rappin over everything I could with all my buddies/
Thought of ways to take the pain and make it kinda funny/
Till I found out that some of these buddies be scummy/
Actin like some pooh bears goin for my honey/
The fact I ain't lose it they lucky/
Now I'm to beautiful things ain't no time for no ugly/
I'm feelin my life right now, ain't no need to let the mic lie down/
Ain't a reason that I might pipe down/
got em checkin how the rhyme might sound/
Some of em tryin to bite my sound/
But I'm on to the next one/
Gotta switch it up like Bond on the next one/
They gonna wonder what I'm on, take a guess son/
Hook:
Feels like I died came back and everything's alright/
Not a whole lot of drama, everything been nice/
Like who would a thought I'd get to live this twice/
Welcome to my Afterlife/
Like I died came back and everything's OK/
But that don't mean it don't go both ways/
Get a front row seat at the pearly gates/
Welcome to your afterlife/
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2. |
45 RPM
03:18
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Verse 1:
Okay I think we all goin crazy get a straight jacket/
and I don't know how much longer I can take that shit/
Everybody get red in the eyes when they done being red in the face/
and it makes me want to take the same shade red on a night on the town and paint that shit/
I've had a homie from back in the day, before grade one, back in the K/
Had a different face but that didn't matter, all that mattered was he had my back when it mattered/
my true day one, possibly the only one I could really say that about/
and even though we don't talk much I think about if police ended up laying him out/
over some dumb shit no due diligence only assumptions/
and the fact that I know that you wouldn't do that shit to me is really some punk shit, fuckin disgusting/
Now they put someone those fuckers can rally behind in control of the whole thing/
I don't want nothing to do with that bitch, and mother fucker you can quote me/
Already brought KKK into the White House, ain't that ironic/
Not really, they were already there anyway better go ahead and keep a damn eye on it/
The system aint broken it's working exactly how they wanted it from the jump/
Keep the poor man down keep the rich man up and if you minority too, good luck/
Bridge:
Our kids shouldn't have to live in fear/
Verse 2:
My son turned 12 the other day, and it made me think/
Tamir Rice was just thirteen, now he 6 feet deep/
And I'm a dad so I feel that shit and when someone doesn't I get mad as hell/
Cuz I seen that video seen popo Roll-Up pull nines and then drop some shells/
They didn't even talk to him, didn't even try to disarm him/
didn't have a damn thing in his hands yet, what if he didn't even have it on him/
if one more motherfucker try to tell me mistakes happen Ima harm em/
Then be like oops my bad I guess mistakes happen too often/
Shit right here it makes me nauseous, sick to the stomach with a migraine/
when I got to listen to these people on the internet talking like what about my pain/
turning black lives matter into all lives, no shit bitch don't that go without saying/
seems like some of you motherfuckers tend to forget that black life is part of that statement/
Then ya'll wanna fuck around and vote Trump, telling me he ain't a bigot I got no proof/
But I got every speech he made up in the campaign, go back and listen if you wanna know the cold truth/
Built a following on fear and propaganda, got the temper of a child around 2/
And that's who you wanna give the nuke codes to? a brand new third Reich for the new youth/
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3. |
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Verse 1:
You should of squeezed that trigger before I hit my prime/
I came to take what's fuckin mine and shift a paradigm/
Been waiting for my paradise, but I can't seem to catch a brake/
Half of the time, feels like I keep rollin a pair of dice/
Lookin the snake in the eyes, been waiting 24/7 to roll a 7/
Tank of unleaded rollin through Everett wishin my lemon/
Would grow a spoiler and alert me to what is impending/
I'm dying to know what happens in the endin/
Watching to the credits, waiting for twist, Shyamalan shit/
That's got ya all pissed, the outcome has you shittin a brick/
Pitching a fit, like I want my last 2 hours of life back/
That's how I feel when I see who you picked for your list/
This shit is fixed, these cats can barely rap/
But when I get up on a tracks and have a spazz attack/
Like I just can't relax, Smoke em like they have a cataract/
While rappin like the human personification of a battle axe/
Laughing at these fanny pack rappers, and the hipsters they worship/
Then raise the black sails, skull and bones for the flag sign/
Then swap it for a grey, 2 blasters and a warship/
With futuristic weaponry to leave more than a tan line/
Step to me, you might as well be steppin on a land mine/
Homie you ain't met another rapper who can match mine/
Not that they don't exist, I only mean you haven't met em/
It's truly pathetic, you ain't a threat/
But you just keep comin back, ya like herpes/
Thinkin you fly, rockin them sandles like you Hermes/
I been reppin this NorthWest shit since FTS was in Sam Goody/
The epidemics been poetic, rest in peace Byrdie/
Ya heard me, a little wordy but the point valid/
Who better suited to smash, I brought my own mallet/
Aristocratic the cats a regular O'Malley/
I'll swipe the booty and bounce up out of this whole galley/
Hook:
They tried to put my back to the wall/
They thought that I would stall, they thought they could break me and I'd fall/
But they failed miserably, they failed miserably/
They failed miserably they failed miserably/
They tried to put me flat in the dirt/
But that didn't work, they knew it when they seen I had smirk, cuz they/
failed miserably they failed miserably/
They failed miserably they failed miserably/
Verse 2:
They couldn't stuff me inside of a Davey Jones's locker/
I'm not that easy to wad up, I'm not a fuckin jogger, I'm a monster/
I'm a vampire, zombie, the living dead Chupacabra/
Got it cracken, get it, kraken, I'm crackin at every blogger/
Non-responder like a lazy EMT, this shit is bonkers/
One of the most consistent hip hoppers to pop/
Since Pac was doin song after song so that when he got shot/
They could milk for a decade or two to keep lacin they pockets up/
It ain't a popular opinion/
But I don't need binoculars to see the problem is with the business/
I'm mopping up, cuz if I don't clean up nobody's goin to/
I'm fully self aware, I know where I'm goin to/
And that's the fuckin top of the crop while I'm hopping through stars like Andromeda/
A shot of Binaca will promise a shot at a model butt/
They poppin these bottles like some alcoholics anonymous/
They promise to finish but I'm never hearin the opera/
That's the fat lady, so I bust a nut and find a fat lady/
I ain't goin down without a conquest/
Had enough adventures as a youngin, I was Johnny/
I was on it, but I'm older now, so now they call me John Quest/
And my accomplice, Brock Sampson in the flesh/
(blank) a killer, better lock Manson in a chest/
Chalk lined bodies in the street outside the studio/
I'm dangerous minded, but my theme is not Coolio/
It's more like dangerous, if they don't put they hands/
Where my eyes can see then I'm a have to do my duty yo/
Rage against, any machine in the matrix/
The idea of Trump as a president makes me wanna go ape shit/
And follow Vinnie Paz, pull up many mini macs/
Lay these racist piggies flat back like a Sealy Matt-/
Ress and get the revolution jumping for the many masses/
Who sick of workin for the next man's check, they fuckin failed yall/
Hook:
They tried to put my back to the wall/
They thought that I would stall, they thought they could break me and I'd fall/
But they failed miserably, they failed miserably/
They failed miserably they failed miserably/
They tried to put me flat in the dirt/
But that didn't work, they knew it when they seen I had smirk, cuz they/
failed miserably they failed miserably/
They failed miserably they failed miserably/
DJ Rise Cuts
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Hook:
She, she, she shot me down like/
He, he, he shot me down like/
They, they, they shot me down like/
Homie never again, I'll never be the same/
x2
Cory Tate Verse:
Like a rabid dog, old yella fella, put it (down)/
Reppin hard for my city, you felt it, welts ain't goin (down)/
Despite my loyalty, this bitch don't wanna risk it on a misfit/
I showed love, but (my baby shot me down)/
Yall started a battle yall couldn't afford/
Each rhyme I record is poison, yall just toys in a war/
I'm real Mccoy, she can't avoid me but she try to/
It's spiteful, and right before I get what's rightful, my (baby shot me down)/
Cuz I know she a Bruja, only in love with mula/
In truth i, see that it's similar to some true lies/
My true love wants me to be something I'm not/
A last action hero, except for my competition is zero/
Worry bout who, slim jesus? Him easy, pick meaner/
Yall could do better if you would pick Trina, get ethered/
I'm Katrina when I rip beats like a script sheet I done feel much/
I'm ed Norton in birdman, too fly over these little bugs/
Yall soft at the beak, fronting hard like a hawk/
Ain't never lied on a beat, I only walk what I talk/
And still can't get a look from these so called trendsetters and shitty blogs/
Bet they show love if I spend funds on a guest spot from Fetty Wopp/
Like what the fuck is a Fetty Wopp, letting machetes chop/
Like Arnold choppin choppers in choppers let's watch spaghetti drop/
I'll disembowl you foul heathens, verbally speakin/
These flock of seagull lookin bitches can rott, I'll kill em all/
I guess 10 years sweat and tears wasn't good enough/
So I don't give a fuck, pop the trunk, put the hoodie up/
Cuz I gave her every dime and she still ain't give me mine/
And I Ain't gonna go down like that/
Hook:
She, she, she shot me down like/
He, he, he shot me down like/
They, they, they shot me down like/
Homie never again, I'll never be the same/
x2
Cally Reed:
I guess I'm not the nigga that you'll see in the quotes/
Even though I'm clearly homegrown, premium dope/
It ain't my fault they couldn't see in the scope/
Cuz in my city niggas known to carry Big Mac's and a medium Coke/
What's the matter, you marks ain't made it out the boy scouts yet/
Well here's a fuckin change of Pampers and a moist towelette/
I been given you niggas classics since Caskets, this shit is madness/
Like starin at stained glass while off acid/
Fuck a list it's been validated I'm nice/
They salivatin and just don't know how to say that I'm right/
But it's that hatred I like, so now I bathe in my spite/
Cuz I ain't dressin like a weirdo and they drankin my Sprite/
Still mashin in Chuck Taylors, ain't askin so fuck favors/
I'm still politicin with niggas that tuck bangers/
Still on a mission for digits and plump payments/
And all of ya'll can suck my dick if you still hatin/
Hook:
She, she, she shot me down like/
He, he, he shot me down like/
They, they, they shot me down like/
Homie never again, I'll never be the same/
x2
King Leez:
But I ain't taken "no" for an answer/
Trying to convince this bitch that all these weak rappers are cancer/
But she blinded by the glitz and glamour sit back and peep shit/
Before banana clips and hammers when it was street shit/
I heard my nana screamin in constant fear of a drive by/
Before these soundclick rappers knew the code to the wifi/
Before Jigga told Rockafella that 50 comin/
Ready for these hits like a hoe when her pimp is comin/
I was plannin a strategic release, it was my freshman/
While in the streets the homie took 5 shots to the chest then/
I quit pursuin knowin the beef was brewin we war in a week or two/
And I'm floorin it, each the Buicks was stressin/
I learned a life-long lesson, my cousin dropped a stack/
Like "put us on the map, you been distracted from your blessin/
If you ain't rappin and you ain't makin it happen then you ain't happy/
And peep your Whoas when you winnin and watch for who ain't clappin"/
And so I'm runnin through the 6 in the 10 with/
The ones who saw the vision from begin with, this endless/
Catalog, we destined to have it all/
I'm rockin with Black Umbrella, it's YL, that is all, free all my niggas/
Hook:
She, she, she shot me down like/
He, he, he shot me down like/
They, they, they shot me down like/
Homie never again, I'll never be the same/
x2
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5. |
Selina Kyle
04:56
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Hook:
She makes me wanna do bad when I'm tryin to do good/
Somethin bout that ass in that mask got me hooked/
Man I would let her get away with murder/
I'll be her Bruce Wayne if she be my cat burgler, my Selina Kyle/
Verse 1:
Man she came out of fuckin nowhere/
Stole my heart the second I opened that limo door there/
Looking comfy in the seat/
Them leopard leggings lookin like they painted on, this girls a fuckin beast/
The kind that makes you wanna write to momma/
But not to tell her that you might of found her a new daughter/
The type to make you tell her "I'm a grown fuckin man, ma/
I ain't comin home I put my big boy pants on"/
Until she take my big boy pants off/
Got me feelin like I might of hit that fuckin jackpot/
Mad not, when she smash off to hit that blacktop/
Babygirl a hustler we share a fuckin stash spot, that's hot/
She keeps her guy high/
Fresh off that sticky and that very fine wine/
Treats me like a Prince and it's 19, 9, 9/
This girls a fuckin killer, if I plan on fuckin with her I best have like 9 lives/
Hook:
She makes me wanna do bad when I'm tryin to do good/
Somethin bout that ass in that mask got me hooked/
Man I would let her get away with murder/
I'll be her Bruce Wayne if she be my cat burgler, my Selina Kyle/
Verse 2:
And that's a hard pill to swallow/
One minute you're a playboy, the next you're out the Shadow and you're chasin down a Margo/
More like a Selina/
She probably keep the nina if ya need her, Black Widow, she's a regular ScarJo/
She's hard yo, man eater, treat em like escargot/
3 weeks, she drop em like they lifted the embargo/
Gonna take a special kinda dude to catch her heart yo/
What I mean is man this Lucy need a real Ricardo/
And I'm up to the task put the mask on/
Hit the rooftops tryin to catch her on the catwalk/
Compliment her catsuit, can't wait to take that off/
Open for her favorite people she thinks I'm a rap god/
She'll probably make me chase her for a second/
But once I get the go-ahead Catwoman gettin naked/
I'll get her out that costume like I'm tryin to set a record/
I can tell this girl might be the death of me and I might let her/
Bridge:
One minute she bad, I'm talkin real bad/
Make ya wanna give her everything you ever had/
Next minute she good, I'm talkin real good/
This girl might save my life and I'm wishin that she would, cuz/
x2
Verse 3:
She got Brains, she could take over the world with her Pinky/
Smoke that good good till her eyes get chinky/
Real sex appeal, she ain't even gotta try/
And I'm not sayin she is but she might be kinda kinky/
Behind closed doors babygirl I'm all yours/
Your private superhero I can be that of course/
Cuz I would let you get away with murder/
I'll be your Bruce Wayne if you be my cat burgler, my Selina Kyle/
Hook:
She makes me wanna do bad when I'm tryin to do good/
Somethin bout that ass in that mask got me hooked/
Man I would let her get away with murder/
I'll be her Bruce Wayne if she be my cat burgler, my Selina Kyle/
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6. |
Human Race
06:22
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(I told my momma I'd make it/
How long till she thinks I faked it)/
Verse 1:
Back stage, green room/
Thousand fans, I'll see em soon/
Stage lights, turn em on/
2 minutes, to curtain call/
I step on stage, they chant my name/
The record spins, and starts to play/
I grab the mic, take a breath/
The beat fades, what I hear next/
My alarm clock, goes off, can't recall when I dozed off/
Long days became a blur, didn't even get my clothes off/
I just passed out, missed Walking Dead, irony, cuz that slow walk/
Is my whole life, day job, got me feelin like a robot/
Work 4 to 2, but my fortitude is that vocal booth where I go off/
My flow rocks, I got Roe knocks by the boat docks, but it don't matter/
When your so lost being grown, got, a few kids of my own to put coats on/
When it's cold out, no chill, can't rest, don't stop/
Came a long way from the pawn shop, but I'm still punching that time clock/
And I'm still waiting on my shot, while I work my hands till the bones pop/
For another man to play Duck Tales, take cool dip in a gold vault/
Fuck am I doin? Makin him doe? No no no no! Gotta get it movin, I'm a go go go!/
Like a Go-Bot, got a couple opportunities I won't drop/
Got a couple people opening the doors got to get in before they close in the doors lock/
You never know when it might happen when you go from rappin to working at the post office/
In a dead end job with a dead end bitch shotgun ridin down that dead end road/
And I swear to god all I'm seeing lately is dudes thinkin they so hot/
Bunch of men actin like some bitches, like the whole rap game went to post op/
These hoes don't know what these hoes got, soon as I'm out this sweat shop/
I'ma go postal, born to fuck up this whole spot, I'm a show stopper/
Hook:
I don't belong here/
Not in this atmosphere/
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye/
x2
Verse 2:
Now it's getting so close that I can taste it, I got another shot and I won't waste it/
And I got a new squad and they got balls, they wanna take this far as they can take it/
I'm talking bout way out outer space shit, I'm talking bout flying on a spaceship/
When I talk about spaceships what I mean is that I'd rather leave this place than be here being faceless/
Great poker face with this confidence that's the mask I wear/
I act like I don't fear shit, but when it comes to failure bet that ass I'm scared/
Gotta family to care for so time underneath these lights have I had my share/
This path I walk and this cross I bear, is it just a bad nightmare/
Cuz I just had a fan tattoo my rhymes, and I'm over here like god damn what an honor/
That you would connect with my words so much you'd want em permanently on ya/
Had a few say that I saved their life, and that's not even what I'm here for/
And I saw a meme one day with me and Dirtay say every city needs heroes/
So I better ride for them like they ride for me, putting EVT to the sky/
Even if I wanted to quit, I'd probably be back, cuz I'm RIP till I die/
This is not a job, it is love, it is passion, this is the first blessin in my life/
This is gonna be part of me until my demise, but one question's on my mind/
Bridge:
And that is when it's done/
When it's all over/
When there's no more fans and no more shows/
When life is slower, when life is slower/
Who will I be/
Who will I be/
Where will I be/
I hope not here, I hope not here, (I'm flyin away)/
Hook:
I don't belong here/
Not in this atmosphere/
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye/
x2
Breakdown:
I do not belong, I do not belong, I got places I should be I should be out here in them stars/
I do not belong, I do not belong, I got places I should be I should be out here in them stars/
I do work/
I do work/
I do work/
I do work/
name a rapper, any rapper, point em out/
I got heat, I could melt thier faces off before I bounce/
I'm the shit I'm the type that you can taste up in your mouth/
I can even chop and screw it like the south/
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Cory Tate Everett, Washington
The official place for Cory Tate music. The new album "Work In Progress" is now available! Featuring 10 all new tracks
including Lose My Mind produced by Brainstorm. This release marks the first album in my catalog to be mixed and mastered by myself, along with some of the most versatile songwriting of my career. I'm incredibly proud of it and I'm positive you're gonna love it.
Much love, BC fam!
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