JUSWAN - AMSTERDAM (NEW 2013)

Prod. Cardiak *I do not own this beat* Engineered by Juice @ The Juice Box (Upcrown Studios) LYRICS: i recollect, by catching' wreck on your record set the ready set, how deadly will the medley get? juice, jus, korie the shorty we soaring' with benny's jets no more of these petty debts, exploring with every step crowned king, i was born with a heavy head crowd sings when the we touring or step in sets otta here, gotta prepare for whatever's next clever with the chest and breath, prestige fresh to death devil lurking, but certain to build character when i find a shorty who for me, i will cherish her glare into ya mirror, jus be tearing thru ya area body bag and bury ya, high strung hysteria 30 to 45 minute session, been invested cool, composure i'm colder than a december's method yu reppin for the message, get the headies flexin' he bearing' arms, we bearin' arms my pen's my weapon i gotta tell it like it is i'ma get it for myself, but i ain't jealous of your crib i ain't never gotta embellish bout the fellas in my clique they tell us we the shit, we tell it like it is isn't what i envisioned at twenty three buzz, no honey bee, love, no money green drugs, no fun to me, dug right under me i'm addicted, it's sickening dad, your sons a fiend not just the music but the beans sometimes what's beautiful ain't what it seems god i got lust for booty in her jeans but truthfully i mean, the blues struck me ruthless on the scene coppin' em, snootin in my dreams my soul is sick of my physical shell soul seeks to succeed, but livin through hell waters run dry, still i sip from the well no grip of the spell, and there ain't shit i can yell i guess it hurts to be honest in such a brutal fashion i don't even wanna hear about the "who was asking" rap music, attached to it, the root of passion son is smooth and dapper, dude who gives the rude reactions i gotta tell it like it is i'ma get it for myself, but i ain't jealous of your crib i ain't never gotta embellish bout the fellas in my clique they tell us we the shit, we tell it like it is i'm leaving you my voice, you can bang it when you're low all the things you didn't know could've saved the sickest soul...