Gun Shots

I’m reminiscing hearing gunshots gunshots 
I’m reminiscing and the memories don’t stop 
Turn the page, some things change 
Some stay the same, you will remember us

I’m reminiscing hearing gunshots gunshots 
I’m reminiscing on how we got things locked 
From Beantown to BK, we paved the way 
You will remember us

[Verse 1: Slaine]

Put the key in the ignition, let’s go on a little mission 
And drive through the streets of [bad word]  money, and  
Look you’re seeing the addiction, fiends, B&E’s, and snitching 
Fiends with ? in their tummies, young dummies with Techs 
Intoxicated yells for help a block away from [bad word] 
Locked away in cells, rotten cops hooked on Oxycontin themselves 
Laying us down, their pretty pistols shine 
Swine pig sniffing lines with their city-issued nines 
Behind closed doors turn my blueprint into a black print 
My accent became a trademark killing this rap thing 
Hey yo Slaine don’t ? blew up man, Mike he was a crazy brother 
Rest in peace to BF and not your baby’s mother 
I walk the streets with two hips, you stay on two knees 
Our syndicate is full of [bad word] G’s, you groupies 
I reminisce, I think it might’ve been ninety-six 
When me and Freddy Madball did that grimy [bad word]  [bad word] 

[Verse 2: Jaysaun]

It’s a dangerous position slipping like a transmission 
Freddy was out of of prison and brimming with ambition (Jaysaun) 
No mission impossible, I kept the [bad word] flow plus the [bad word] 
You don’t pass go, you go straight to the hospital 
While I’m in Beantown skiing like Rossignol 
You are built inferior, you are [bad word] 
You are now underneath the Doc Martin stomp 
I was raised in the slum and making something out of nothing 
Constantly ducking from guns bucking at us and bullets humming 
In the streets [bad word] when [bad word] 
Are we scumbags or bags full of scum in your face 
Buck-fifty from my awkward hawk works 
Some call you disfigured but I call that artwork 
Half-black so half of me is never on schedule 
The other half’s on time like clockwork
 [bad word] 

[Verse 3: Freddy Madball]

I’m reminiscing hearing gunshots seeing riddled cars 
Kids start dealing bars taking mugshots 
I kept my gun [bad word] even after all the drama 
Brother shot, getting locked, shoot-outs, bad karma 
Not made of armour though but I die with honour though 
You know me, my persona’s more than slugs and [bad word]  I gotta flow 
I got a ways to go, let the streets know first 
Then take the show, this is our stage 
You know that’s how it goes 
Broken bottles and hollows can’t stop me 
We go full throttle, Slaine hit the pedal, watch you others follow 
We’re not your role models, you should heed the words though 
Flipping birds at the haters, you just got served yo 
Or rather maimed by FMB and Slaine 
Jaysaun, KO, Beantown, BK 
So I just pave the way, some things change 
Some stay the [bad word] same 
Either way you’ll remember the name