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Flavor of Art
03:05
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I’m finger rollin’ Dutchys by the water’s edge
wrapped around me got Versace plus your daughter’s legs
you could never be as high as me smokin’ regs
them comments’ll have you in hot water like we poachin’ eggs
Steady stackin’ tokens while I'm tokin’ legs
Chocolate Mint got me stuck like two broken legs
Fire trees in the Dutch like its ‘Copenhage-‘
got me in a flow state, I ain’t leaving home for days
I’m just cheffin’ these words
trying to climb to the top but these steps’ absurd
Steady droppin’ hot shit but you never get heard
might, run out of paper never run out of words
Manifesting on the page, turn my thoughts into words
While i’m lighting the herb
Self-sabotage I'm fighting the urge
‘Cuz i got a lot to say but I’m just tryin’ to be heard
I get my styles from the untamable, irreplaceable
too respectable, shake a hundred from a decimal
unattainable thats why the work is extra ethical
unexplainable i make a spectacle
it’s undebatable
forever capable of undetectable and never traceable
I’m underrated, told I’m investable
Unaffected, ya’ll perspective from my testicles
below the belt, ya’ll could blow me like the medical
vegetables in the vestibule, incontestable
undeniable exotic smokin’ like the festivals
I grow myself, spoken from the infinitesimal
your soul’ll melt if you cant see a door
because the Roosevelt’s your ID
RIP Rob Willy
went frm watchin’ Hook to droppin’ hooks to croppin’ a philly
I got tabloids betwixt two illy’s , no chilly
like if I can’t even feel myself how can ya’ll feel me? word?
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Duck Sauce
02:21
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We don’t recruit
regroup get to this loot
you don’t reboot how you recoup
that’s orange jumpsuit
got you lookin’ like chicken smothered in duck sauce
man we woulda been much better
(hold up hold up)
F*** off if I had knew you cut your nuts off
any ledge under the sun feel free to jump off
um, I digress but im done
can’t skip a drum
beat the street then flip the green with my thumb
did it and done
but enough has never come, done f****d up a hundo large
now I’m in a rut but I’m back comin’ up
like my d*** is tryin’ to go hard
whippin’ like its no charge
super silver lemon got me spittin’ what the coke card cut
Coastt Guard couldn’t se me with the sonars up
I’m too far out the system of the solar but
I touch down pullin’ both cars up
on Cam Newt-
BDS that’s the champagne flute
A couple no good kids got they hand on a pack
ain’t no lookin’ back all they know is stuff them bags fat
had no money in they pockets ‘cuz the smokin’ they stash
just a couple extra bucks for some 40’s
roll up and they laugh
they saved up just enough for the re-up
had to switch the plug ‘cuz he wanna bring his fees up
then they got it movin’ they got their bucks up
startin’ pushin drugs but the using got ‘em f*****d up
cats got ‘em stuck up no they don’t move without it on ‘em
but that’s what got ‘em stuck in the long run
in hindsight its a long run so carry on
‘cuz Nipsey said it best its a marathon
don’t get stuck in the mud
don’t f*** with dirty motherf*****s ‘cuz they roll with the fuzz
they say it is what it is
and people don’t chnage so it is what is was
Shed Gang Emilio with the Ducks
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“Bye Bye Blue Sky
Good Bye to the Blue Sky”
Blink one time then it’s bye blue sky
I don’t know why the finish ain’t in sight
I don’t know why my sh** is not changin’
when we chose wrong will it still feel right?
I don’t know tell me do you feel the same man?
comin’ up we were scarce with the luck
and for years feelin’ stuck
but this sh** been all my life though
and it ain’t changin’ for nothin’
if we don’t see nothin’ comin’
but still stand with my feet where they’re from
and I hold three for the war
two for my dogs
one for this motherf****** line they won’t cross
if they tryin’ then they mind is all lost
thought you had it all but the timings all off dog
who’s the one posted up all night
who’s the one by your side when their side wann’ fight
who’s the one held you down when that sh** got light
who’s the one who in your circle when your sh** got tight
it’s like Sid Floyd born to be the people’s champ
rollin’ up a diesel gram
speakin’ through the frequency of speaker amps
let my flow leave a stamp on this
bet my team grab the game with the clamp on grips
we the ones with the lungs full of tree all day
and we the ones next up for the run okay
so while we here let me feel your vibe
you could blink one time then its bye blue sky
“Goodbye to the Blue Skies
Bye Bye Blue Sky
Good bye to the Blue Skies
Bye Bye Blue Sky
Bye Bye Blue Sky
Bye Bye Blue Sky”
Gotta get your weight up
Gotta wake your brain up
Gotta hustle smarter
started stacking all my pay stubs
they want it but they ain’t us
my mans on probation
cops ran up had a pack
he had to stash it in his anus
what you know about that life tho
playing with the pipe tho
aimed it at himself
and put it right through his pie hole
couldn’t take this life no more
he couldn’t fight no more
this life’ll do that to you
prozac couldn’t ice the sore
but we all go through it
whatever it takes we all gon’ do it
take it day by day for the love of the music
but as long as it pays you gon’ do it
right?
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Growing up i learned never have loose lips
loudest motherf*****s never do shit
on the road to lose quick
i stay quiet but get loose quick
get all up in your face on some rude sh**
cause me and my gang on the fast route
smoking till we pass out
roll another one
in The Shed is where we ash now
pusha pack man
went from bush to afghan
we smoking on that gas now
Step 1 do shows bring the fans out
Step 2 is the leeches with they hands out
Step 3 you step right over em’
on reservations with the chiefs smoking opium
i risk it all that casino life
i were a smile but don’t seem alright
it’s deeper than that
deeper than rap
ya standing in the fire and your feet might crack
demons chasing feel the heat on your back
cause I’m diving right into these flames
i ain’t lying i ain’t in to these games
I’m on my boss sh**
shits different i feeling the game
new drugs i ain’t feeling the same
I’m on my off sh**
cause it’s off with they heads
they think they running sh**
cut em’ off at the legs
flow sick like I’m terminal
they pissed leave em’ bloody at the urinal
make em’ wanna quit
this is business nothing personal
I got a plan for the gram but it’s not the likes
you compare me to your mans ‘cuz we not alike
we got lost in the sand more than 40 nights
only spent long doing wrong ‘cuz it got me right
on a different vibe
bleed for my enterprise
do it for they memories
makin’ sure they never die
like you would need a slug to forget
that’s the Remy to the rug for the set
oh you didn’t know?
Step 1 get the judge throw the case out
Step 2 bloodsuckers with they plates out
Step 3 treat ‘em llike the Buddha top
had to cut ‘em off seen the loss in a lucy drop
dealin’ with the cost i got suace in my soda pop
cough ’til the doobie stoop
boss of this Coup d’etat
and I like the way you move it ma
throw them plants in the camp fire
can we get our hands higher?
Kumbaya
Ooou na na
Keep ya hands up our we gon’ hear that
BAH BAH BAH
you gon’ miss a hundred P
if you don’t shoot your shot
but there’s a line where its free
so my sh**s don’t stop until-
knots ridiculous
our women shoppin’ frivolous
you blockin’ what the vision is
that sh**s on sight
B***h
wish I seen 20-20 what it was
you a .7 tryin’ to be a dub motherf*****
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Sid Floyd Connecticut
Sid Floyd is an on-the-rise performing artist and songwriter.
He has performed in venues sizing from clubs, bars,
basements, and back seats to college arenas, and shared the stage with platinum selling artists. His lyrics encourage the resiliency, empowerment, and healing Sid discovered through music in his own life, and he aims to provide music with a message for anyone with open ears.
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