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333​,​333​,​333 feat. Martin Luther King Jr. (Prod. by BluntedBeatz, HellaBeats, P​.​Soul, Lo Prophet Sound, & ACR Productions)

from 333 by Izreal

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lyrics

I’mma put Maine on the map,
Imma put, Imma put Maine on the map,
Imma put Maine on the map,
Imma put, Imma put Maine on the map,
x2

Welcome to the carnival, wanna watch this?
Star in it, run shit or own it? You choose which,
People waitin’ on my downfall, hoping I slip,
But they forgot I’m GOAT, nothin’ makes me trip,

Can’t stumble when you’re humble,
I rocky mountain high like J Denver with stubble,
Float through rubble like Ali be a butterfly,
Sting sharper than Wu-Tang’s killerbees fight,

Peoples perceptions are different behind others backs,
Watch yourself from the envious, they’ll Caesar you back,
Feeble cause you’re wack, while I static attack,
Seizures on the track like this illness can impact,

You got pills while I got a willingness to react,
Withhold power like cancelled contracts,
Camping out, deserted, got no contacts,
Time to man up and turn dreams into facts,

Got it on the global,
Making major moves like Mobil,
I got it on the global,
Atlas with business on the mobile,

I’mma put Maine on the map,
Imma put, Imma put Maine on the map,
Imma put Maine on the map,
Imma put, Imma put Maine on the map,
x2


Now every muthafucka from Maine wants a mixtape,
Smoked like two sticks, now they think they move bricks,
They got a duplex, a 6-chick and a couple checks,
They think they up next, guess it’s time to wreck,

Caress the beat like a babe on the beach,
I’m like a maven with a streak, attracting maidens as I speak,
Packin’ passion as I reach higher than angels dream,
Reap what you sow, so I grow what I eat!

Rap like a bullet ‘bout to burst from a gat,
Pressuring all my fucking foes in fact,
Flexin’ on all these hoes, they just scat,
I be pulling them along like, ‘FAP, FAP, FAP’

I’m like a Hobbit from the Shire sippin’ the Goblet of Fire,
Taking on the czars, dodging SARS, runnin’ the gauntlet,
Gunning for what I once did, shooting till we new kids,
Vibes is heavy like the pelts we scalp off fool’s lids,

If you’re not all in, you’re not paying attention,
If you’re not in awe, you’re not paying attention,
If you’re not in love, you’re not paying attention,
If you don’t have fear, you’re not paying attention,
There’s two types of people in this world,
Both are right and both are wrong,
One can’t tell a lie,
The other is never wrong,

[MARTIN LUTHER KING JR "I HAVE SEEN THE PROMISED LAND" SPEECH INTERLUDE]


I remember smokin’ on my first dank, (strawberry cough & blue dream)
I remember cashing out at the 1st bank, (Like 167 and change before tax!)
I remember gettin’ thirst, so I drank, (Captain, till I was ralphing)
I remember gettin’ worse, then I ranked, (always a higher level)

Up till I gankin’ on clans of tanks,
Taking on the thankless job, battleships sank,
Clank against the hulls, somethin’ really stank,
Mutiny against tyranny till my mind go blank,

Only in the dark can we find the light,
Stars only shine on the deepest night,
Rawer than gravel, known to travel,
Conquer 9 levels of hell and let my mind unravel,

(cause Imm….)
Always reaching for alpha state,
Like 49er’s comeback from down 28,
Like Bron Bron beat the Shot boi, it’s fate,
So name a muthafucka nicer on tape,

The first k is a rat race,
Murder and slay till first place,
That first k is the hardest,
Flip it to 10, hunnid then mill’ish,
After you overcome that 300 weekly,
You’re only looking for figures 4 and up,
Tryin’ to see long digits, get it quickly,
That first K determines who’s tough,

Kicked in the doors of perception like I’m one of Biggie’s sons,
Or Aldous’s, ya know I’m a wizard like Albus is (run!!)
Focus on the conspiracies and it’s all you’ll see,
Been classy, trippy, drifty, and lofty- now which do I seem?

I tasted uptown, and never wanted different,
Smokin’ dope till I’m overdosin’ and croakin’,
Grew up ‘round dusty people with even dustier beats,
But always reached skyscraper high like 1%’s cheese,

See? My mainframe is gone, my personality is none,
Ambition without ego, cause I shroomed by the caseload,
Ace mode, brace for the cold, only win if you’re bold,
Laced with O’s, bank account and baggy, re-up, reload,

Che Guevara with an arrow pointed at the Pharaoh,
‘Bout to take it back to psychedelic pyramids from Mexico,
Snipe me like terrorists, you’re only shooting the messenger,
The canary in the coal-mine, minded mine, calming the cold culture,

Echoes of savages, fuego till I ravish the bush,
Self-destructive like suicidal bombers, (hushhh…)
We in a new era, watch your words, report terror,
Watchin’ as free speech withers like tea leaves,

No tea party, no apache, no revolutionary to lead me,
‘Cept Bernie, and he got the backhand from a corrupt party,
Sorry, hate being a downer, but the world’s been wack lately,
Even good ol’ love’s been giving me anxiety,

Remembering you only die once, YODO, from yoda-like elders,
Cool with Vadar but got a blue lightsaber,
The aim is to never to be labeled a hater,
Persistence equates success, so sleep later,

Everything I touched I studied,
Ain’t going into anything willy-nilly,
Learned productive and destructive are next door neighbors,
So watch your mind like NSA-capers,

Tokin’ vapor ‘till they chop up the last acre,
Fuck Trump, but ya gotta vote to keep out the fascist,
Just tryin’ to enlighten the masses and fatten their asses,
While pourin’ molasses, wallet thick like prize bass is,

Help me up,
I’m goin’ downnnnn,
Help me up,
I’m goin’ downnnnn,
It sparks man… this charcoal,
It sparks man… this charcoal,
Help me up,
I’m goin’ downnnnn,

And I quote,
Never gonna stop the smoke,
Never gonna lose the hope,
And I quote….
x2

Errybody sins, sins, sins,
Errybody sins, sins, sins,
Errybody sins, sins, sins,
Errybody sins, sins, sins,
All of us fuckin’ n’ overeatin’,
We all be greedin’ n’ thievin’,
All of us envious ego’s needin’,
We all be slimin’ n’ fightin’,

We all got secrets, secrets, secrets, secrets
Keep them secrets, secrets, secrets, secrets
Those lil’ secrets, secrets, secrets, secrets
Eat you, them secrets, secrets, secrets, secrets

I’mma put Maine on the map,
Imma put, Imma put Maine on the map,
Imma put Maine on the map,
Imma put, Imma put Maine on the map,

What are we all chasing?
What are we all escaping?
What are we all after?
What is truly forward?

What is truly forward?
What is truly for us?
What is truth to us?
Without truth, we ain’t the U.S.

credits

from 333, released September 7, 2016
Produced by BluntedBeatz, HellaBeats, P.Soul, Lo Prophet Sound, ACR Productions, & Izreal.

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