Featuring: Sundown
Producer: Khrysis
[Verse 1: Add-2]
See I was 15 sittin’ writin’ sixteens
Spittin’ front of six teens
Yea that nigga nice, but my shit mean
Mean as [?] cleaner than Aquafina
Sister to sister after Tamara I’m hittin’ Tia
Them recycle rhymes you need to leave in the trash
My pen ain’t never been a pussy but it bleed on the pad
Used to roll with my homie kept his heat on the dash
[?] some cash [?] that he kept in his stash box
Only paper that I got is what I’m rhyming on
But what I write’ll take away the pain like takin’ Tylenol
Follow what I say I get my Simon on
Illest nigga to spit it, kill yourself go get your feeling’s [?]
[?] got a lobotomy, yea that kid is outta his mind
His uncle just died and his mother finna go blind
Fuck it, he sighed, I got some other shit on my mind
So…
[Hook: Add-2]
Keep walkin’
You can save the talkin’
Only bitches get the barkin’
Get a bar from
Kill it, get it in the coffin
Don’t get caught up in dark kid
[Verse 2: Add-2]
Killa, killa, killa, the rhyme killa
You think you sick I spit some shit that’ll make you think I’m iller
No, never seen a [?] I’m so much realler
Until my spirit live [or you search my soul?] and you still see Dilla
Undertaker I’m takin’ the verse I’m layin’ it first [and layer it so ?] lay in a hearse
And then I, I give it to ‘em like he sittin’ in church
God bless ‘em, rest em in peace deceased they sleep in the dirt
Get the picture I pick it apart then rip up the parts
[?] beat to his heart
As I creep through the dark, just like a thief in the park
My mind as bright as sun and sharp as the teeth on a shark
But I might, like I’m pimpin’ and I’m psyched, then I’m rippin’ his
So when I think they [Gladys Night?] like they [Pips?] in it
Get the point that is you missin’ it
You talk about it while we livin’ it
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Sundown]
Sundown cut throat like the guillotine
Clean cut keen while I stand in the bloody stream
A chilly autumn wind, chillin’ your spine again
Champion hoodies and the chance to make me whole again
Executer with my friend from the city of wind
Machine choppin’ block blend all the cuts I pen
Like a laureate, nobel, oh well, go tell
Chicago tales with Add-2, haha
One half of Act Proof
We emcee, MC squared with the E in the front of it
[?] see us runnin’ it with D. Rose
Defroze, thawed out when we wrote
Thawed out and we posed to haul out the bullshit
Boozer, we rose to bring flows forth from Lake Michigan
Late Registration, they hate when I’m penning shit
Pimpin’ it, [?] derivative now walk it out trick
[Hook]
(On my way to find myself again)
See I was 15 sittin’ writin’ sixteens
Spittin’ front of six teens
Yea that nigga nice, but my shit mean
Mean as [?] cleaner than Aquafina
Sister to sister after Tamara I’m hittin’ Tia
Them recycle rhymes you need to leave in the trash
My pen ain’t never been a pussy but it bleed on the pad
Used to roll with my homie kept his heat on the dash
[?] some cash [?] that he kept in his stash box
Only paper that I got is what I’m rhyming on
But what I write’ll take away the pain like takin’ Tylenol
Follow what I say I get my Simon on
Illest nigga to spit it, kill yourself go get your feeling’s [?]
[?] got a lobotomy, yea that kid is outta his mind
His uncle just died and his mother finna go blind
Fuck it, he sighed, I got some other shit on my mind
So…
[Hook: Add-2]
Keep walkin’
You can save the talkin’
Only bitches get the barkin’
Get a bar from
Kill it, get it in the coffin
Don’t get caught up in dark kid
[Verse 2: Add-2]
Killa, killa, killa, the rhyme killa
You think you sick I spit some shit that’ll make you think I’m iller
No, never seen a [?] I’m so much realler
Until my spirit live [or you search my soul?] and you still see Dilla
Undertaker I’m takin’ the verse I’m layin’ it first [and layer it so ?] lay in a hearse
And then I, I give it to ‘em like he sittin’ in church
God bless ‘em, rest em in peace deceased they sleep in the dirt
Get the picture I pick it apart then rip up the parts
[?] beat to his heart
As I creep through the dark, just like a thief in the park
My mind as bright as sun and sharp as the teeth on a shark
But I might, like I’m pimpin’ and I’m psyched, then I’m rippin’ his
So when I think they [Gladys Night?] like they [Pips?] in it
Get the point that is you missin’ it
You talk about it while we livin’ it
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Sundown]
Sundown cut throat like the guillotine
Clean cut keen while I stand in the bloody stream
A chilly autumn wind, chillin’ your spine again
Champion hoodies and the chance to make me whole again
Executer with my friend from the city of wind
Machine choppin’ block blend all the cuts I pen
Like a laureate, nobel, oh well, go tell
Chicago tales with Add-2, haha
One half of Act Proof
We emcee, MC squared with the E in the front of it
[?] see us runnin’ it with D. Rose
Defroze, thawed out when we wrote
Thawed out and we posed to haul out the bullshit
Boozer, we rose to bring flows forth from Lake Michigan
Late Registration, they hate when I’m penning shit
Pimpin’ it, [?] derivative now walk it out trick
[Hook]
(On my way to find myself again)
more tracks from the album
From the album
- Save Our Souls (2012)
Add-2 popular songs
- Modern Day Coons
- Assassination of Add-2
- Cotton Fields
- Mic Jack
- The Almighty Add-2
- Tale Of Two Citiez Freestyle
- Iron Mic
- Bomber & a Fly Chick
- Ghetto Dreams Freestyle
- Death Of Chicago
- The Glorious
- Eulogy
- Runnin’
- Club Church/Club Hell
- The Ugly Side of Beautiful
- It’s OK
- They Call It
- Rings & Crowns
- Couples Therapy
- Knock Knock
- Get Up Get Down
- Paper
- Reset
- Die