Yeshua Dapoed - Lucky 7 (Clean) lyrics

[Intro: Sample from [?] and Ace Lover] Sample from [?]: 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Ace Lover: Yeah, yeah, Godschild on the track. Hahahahaha. Y'all ain't ready for this one [Hook: Samples with DJ Blowout Scratches] “[?], y'all blaming [?] for this” - Sample from [?] "Lucky number embedded on my chest was seven" - Sample from Supernatural's "Mind Tricks" “1, 1, 1, 1” - Sample from [?] [Verse 1: Ace Lover] Now, let me explain. (What's the deal?) Ace Lover (Ghetto fabulous), riding first-cla** on the D Train (Boom boom) Y'all know my steez. When I blow up I'ma have mad crackheads on my promotion team (Ace Lover) more than you wanted to get. (What's that?) I'll be k**ing it (And), plus Sugar Hill in it to the fullest extent (Right). Y'all heard it through the grapevine (Ha) How I roundhouse kicks snares from the slap-box ba**lines Y'all been waiting for this sh** (Ace Lover, y'all) Ace Lover versatile with lyrics as well as love-making positions (Hit it from the back). What's the deal, brethren? (What's that?) [Hook: Samples with DJ Blowout Scratches] "Lucky number embedded on my chest was seven" - Sample from Supernatural's "Mind Tricks" “2, 2, 2” - Sample from [?] [Verse 2: Lil' Sci] My poetic expressions (Expressions) will hypnotize the ma**. Testing, testing Without question, verbal essence remains a blessing (Remains a blessing) Joints stick, bang, and shake the pavement of your section (What?) It's Little Sci up in this piece. Stop asking questions Sci and Ace Lover spread the bu*ter (Ha) along with others Ripping mic devices (-vices), spitting flows that's priceless Walking the path of the righteous. You know me I might just rock for forty days and forty nights without pause Flipping like Mary Lou Retton mixed with Dominique Dawes Scienz of Life will wile like tours with rhyme wars Spilling from my jaw is metaphors that stay raw Peace, y'all. I'm out the door [Hook: Samples with DJ Blowout Scratches] “3, 3, 3” - Sample from [?] [Verse 3: A.L.] I'll rap in a rage, ready to burst like I'm trapped in a cage Meet you backstage, n***a, with a MAC and a gage Leaving you burgundy, for certainly, your body get scarred Cause you to have more surgery than a Hollywood star ‘Cause when I rap, you listen. I'm sort of like an apparition My songs be humming, the Second Coming, so go and ask a Christian I'll pa** the mission of trials and tribulations The fires of revelation gave me miles of elevation I'm taking your spirit, turn your skeleton into gelatin Torture your brain, feed your remains to the pelicans Faces of d**h. I'll bring terror you can't imagine The ending is coming like a seven-headed dragon [Hook: Samples with DJ Blowout Scratches] “4” - Sample from [?] [Verse 4: Vast Aire] I like to put apples on foreheads before I speak It's like archery but only it pierce deeper Sometimes electricity blows the speaker I love a acapella—it pierce a little deeper You can't tell a m**m to eat around the ham hock But you might persuade a thug to unload the Glock (Hey!) The truth is to leave nothing out My rhyme is coming out and I ain't leaving nothing out You need to send that sh** (That sh**) back to the laboratory Edit the lie and then the whole story Like, “Is that red dye or bloodstains? And did he just disappear? Only the mic remains” [Hook: Samples with DJ Blowout Scratches] “5” - Sample from [?] [Verse 5: Pumpkinhead] Yo, Vast, give me the complete time It'll take to whip this brother's a**. I spit fast when I hit gra** Pumpkinhead never kick trash. I clash with titans and give ‘em whiplash Then roll ‘em up in a zigzag. I'll rip f*gs apart Feminine-a** rappers with no heart Call me “Black Barber.” Two revolvers, I'll split you into two parts Now look at yourself falling apart for no reason I'll rip your arms off, then give you a four-fisted beating I'm still underground like a casket but on top like a mausoleum Me and Ace Lover disgrace brothers through all four seasons (Yeah, yeah, yeah) We beating, deleting you weaklings who are weak links Writing with weak ink, trying to write what we think Y'all need to stop [Hook: Samples with DJ Blowout Scratches] “6” - Sample from [?] [Verse 6: Wordsworth] Words. You want to battle? I'm just double-checking. There's really more than seven Cats that's supposed to rap, but the eighth one was afraid of my presence (Of course) Y'all could huddle a couple of seconds, then, every few seconds One of y'all could step in like it's the Royal Rumble of wrestling (Aight) Son, how I wish that I could share my sk**s I'll make a note to leave you some when I prepare my will Quit rap. You need to let go (Stop). The crowd don't know your songs To sing along. And that's your own voice—the speakers echo Peep the tape cover: Words with five others and Ace Lover Pick your favorite. I'm sure you got a tape of us There would have been eight others (Would have been). But he's a b**h Getting interviewed by Barbara Walters with his voice altered and face covered [Hook: Samples with DJ Blowout Scratches] “7” - Sample from [?] [Verse 7: Yeshua DapoED] Yeah, time has come again. I'll provide a blend Of vibes I send for you to dive right in See, when I glide my pen across the pad Of course I'm bad, ultra-fly multiplied by ten (True) And I'll brag ‘cause I can with the mic in my hand Considering I deliver what the rhythm demands Not to mention the attention that I'm giving the fans I create, innovate. Just a n***a with plans. It's You're slow if y'all thinking, “Damn, which Was the last cat summoned to craft language Into a bittersweet flow?” With those You'll need to hear two. I'll check you cats in the rearview Peace [Hook: Samples with DJ Blowout Scratches] "Straight towards the heavens" - Sample from Supernatural's "Mind Tricks" "Lucky number embedded on my chest was seven" - Sample from Supernatural's "Mind Tricks"