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Perfect Execution
03:08
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[Verse 1]
Yo, you all foolish to come test the wrath
Lecture cats, my music in a special class
Fly garment brother, cooling with my sweater stash
Ugh, your lady drooling for my sexy ass
I don't talk shooters on my wretched ave
Collecting cash, just know they move if disrespect is passed
Ruling maneuvers, we crusing just as death is grabbed
Yo, who them losers that just bet their cash?
On their favorite rapper trying to slay the master
Music out the Scity make the facial fracture
You an amazing actor shining off the latest factors
While I’m out here writing some of my greatest chapters
Yo, Enyoutee, we just made a classic
Painting fragments of grave enactments placed on tracks and
Displaced commandments with great advancement
I'm staying active in this crowded dump of overrated trash, kid
[Verse 2]
Wolfpack memories, don't ever try to front, kid
Boots to noggins, laid him in the trunk quick
Grew up slick, tough shit; run quick when guns click
Got it together with a crew of kings on drums ripped
Lounging with my Queen never felt better
Leather leggings, black booties and a Ralph sweater
2 college degrees, classy woman
With more fire in her soul than you average comers
Classic summers, yet we bugging off of lack a numbers
Politics and super friends keep us shackled under
'Til we burst through the scene with all the ratchets drumming
The rebirth of the team, y’all in a casket, dumped in
See me hopping out a Chrysler 200, no fronting
Yeah, on the low coming
I ain't like these other rappers that be talking the whole summer
Everything I talk, I own something
Yo, I'm down to ruffle some feathers, cut them and dead them, up and behead them
Crumbs and then peasants fronting as legends, enough of the segments
You screaming love is the message
But ain't never saluted me plugging my records, musically fuck them and end them
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Death Pool
04:19
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[Verse 1]
Yo, 'Tis the season now to break the mold
Rappers; social media clout, they gave they soul
Hoping for the fast lane, speeding out to make it home
I'm down for the scenic route, no paying tolls
I'll make it on my own, no kissing ass and sucking dick
Riding with my brothers 'til the end without jumping ship
While y'all leeching off whoever can come legit
To get a buzz and stick to the public, you dusty bitch
No subliminal, it's wherever the shoe fit
Too many to name that's repping this goof shit
Shit is documented, y'all copied; printed and ran wild
Changed your whole image, now vintage and can't smile
Cocaine cowboys, war stories and marble floors
Fly bum wear, stains on your jeans and garments torn
Art of war; pard' the raw, we been here sparking off
Dark galore, imitators get carted off
[Hook 2x]
That's what fucking type of rap we on
Noble Scity bring the death pool in classic form
That's that real type of rap we on
Noble Scity bring the death pool in classic form
[Verse 2]
Top 10 noted chartings are worthless; they just know the artist
Jump on a track with me and I'll show you sparring
I'll quit this shit if motherfuckers say you flow the hardest
And no circle jerk allowed when the votes get started
Can't none of y'all fuck with my Noble squadron
Even my Hi-Speed soldiers target your broken armor
Your favorite rapper fell to my spoken arson that I wrote in margins
Chilling in Polo garments while you stole the market
Admit who inspired you to own the darkness moving to iller scenes
A bunch of sons to Crucial The Guillotine
Who is the realest team? Movement and ill regime?
Truest and proven music union and still the kings?
Fuck the ad libs, unnecessary talking, its straight rhyming
30 projects a year because you don't make timeless
Music; that shapes minds, create diamonds
My gate shining; slap your whole fucking face lining
[Hook 2x]
That's what fucking type of rap we on
Noble Scity bring the death pool in classic form
That's that real type of rap we on
Noble Scity bring the death pool in classic form
[Verse 3]
Justice League or Marvel Avengers
Target your interest, leave you bombed in the trenches for hogging the census
Armed with a vengeance, the rough gritty
I rap like no one out there can fuck with me
Y'all rely on this game trying to rack up a mil
$100 bullshit CDs, no massive appeal
Outside this rap shit, I'm still stacking up bills
About to cross the border, hit Crucial with a Ralph package that's sealed
No performance over here, my brothers naturally real
Real recognize real; that's what the caption is still
Shit about to change soon, watch my family build
Back in the field, leave a trail of casualties peeled
Your captain get killed
It's always, the quiet one to watch for that grapple at will
Unmatched with the skill, next assignment for my assassins to drill is Capitol Hill, grab up the steel
I'll sit back watch the Orlando Magic and chill
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[Verse 1: Zagnif Nori]
Yo, heroin needles, concrete slabs; inherit the lethal
War fleet blast; terrorist sequel
Character sifu, Pharoah's that's regal
Derringer piece, shoot bullets in the air for the people
Yo, decapitate American eagles
The heritage evil, calculate and tear the deceitful
Arrogant street dudes with knowledge equipping; bury the feeble
The narrative reach you, apocalyptic arrows from steeples
Yo, raw passion that Paul's mastered is God given
Hard living, these bars written with calm action
Cause havoc on all savages, scar victims
Squad gimmicks and sought limits is all wackness
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
Got it dipped in gold armor, my flow bombing these weirdo clowns
Servomechanism, verses sketched and written
To burn through several victims, bring the hearse; inject the rhythm
What?
[Verse 2: King Author]
First off eat a dick/
Hedonist dreams of laying on a beach while you fuck boys is eatin clips/
That's how I see fit/
Fly tech, this the new wave makin'em sea sick/
Ayo G peep this, these cease and desist/
orders that I be givin out end foolery, easy fix/
ironically even if I never had a tool with me,
We shift/
The mood with the presence alone, it's holiday season when yall see the click/
Removed the swine from plate I ain't into suicide/
True divide between you and I/
Keeping the bullshit neutralized/
Won't dare fold yo Sierra Leone the Jewels is in the mind/
Yall are terrible truth hurts, two words/
Die slow hard to tell who the worst/
This is the future where you'll be in dirt/
The enemy's Holy Trinity the judge jury and executioner/
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4. |
Recognize
03:42
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[Verse 1]
Propaganda in and out, individuals come and then go
Brothers stand firm, keep it under control
Blood on the throne, cut him off, gun at his throat
Sun is a joke, budget lost, run with the broke
Who? Name under wraps, flame pummel cats
The reign, blood on wax, peep the brain, gun attached
Life on the line, Noble Scity martyr flow
Golden gritty, artist stroll, show no pity, sharpened soul
Soldiers with me mark the throne, come flex in the field
Weapons get real, vocal box lectures of skill
Each session is killed
Destined to build, annihilation, pestilent will
Come on, cogitate the sentence, modulate defenses
Solid state apprentice, brolic aim, relentless
Sermons travel through mic cords, damage your life force
Embraced vision, great wisdom, family strike core
My brothers are gunning high, you cowards are coming shy
Undisguised, run and hide, bloody skies, brung demise
Hung them high, hundred lives stumble by slumped to die
Noble Scity, none divide, keep the drum applied
[Verse 2]
Rap is a real dividend; packaged and still dealing it
Rappers are still frivolous; actors; no skill spitting it
Crack is in the kitchenette; add it on the triple quick
Calculate the victim list; algorith's with the pistol grip
Mastered as a physicist; tracks is on some vintage shit
Who's this cracker with his pigment glitch? Patterns he implement
It’s massacres that fit the script; crafted and meticulous
It's havoc for the simpletons, ratchets keep a witness lipped
Loaded up; putting bullets in badges of the wicked pigs
From an era where savages will strip your kicks
Nautica, Champion hoods, and Polo rugby's
Sweater gang garment brothers; woven lovely
The music y'all making, y’all make me hate rap
I do this shit cuz I'm nice; let's face facts
I’m silent and always keep a brim of knowledge
On the block with some killers that would rob you in the frigid hours
Ask anyone, Zag never been a coward
Go to war with anyone to make sure this shit is ours
Clicks devoured from semi powers that fold them open
Clear vision, a rare prism, I'm known to focus
Verses are tantamount to canons out blowing off your hands in route
Milquetoast cowards when the panic sprouts
I demand the crown, leave a bullet lodged and standing out
An insignia of Noble just to cancel doubt
Wolves on a manic prowl
Answer clowns with magnum rounds that will stand them down
We set up nations with revelations of preservation
Bedlam patients with education to step to racists
The head is sacred, but when severed, taken
Its only seconds facing a collapse before the body's just a fragrance
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[Verse 2: Zagnif Nori]
Stuck in crime infested ruts with time invested, grind relentless
I don't fuck with contraceptives, straight raw cuts that miners tested
Diamond precious; rhyme a sentence from the mind that's stressing
Signs of death in times of pressure to refine my legend
Close to primal edges, trying not to lose
My head and find the message; eliminate the rivals leverage; line perfection
I've been left with broken glass, boarded homes
And vials of venom; victims a shell of themselves; it's kind of hectic
They smile accept it; down, rejected
Crown neglected; dine as peasants, they not receptive
My honors destined shine majestic; fly respected
Nautica sweater fiend, calm collective
On my next shit, palm is stretching, hand out
To the real who don the essence and harbor lessons
Ex cons with weapons, narcoleptics sleep till the star is flexing
But this father's sketching for my son and daughters blessings
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6. |
Eyes Wide Open
03:11
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[Verse]
In the zone with the livest, stove and the pot shit, many omens and sagas
Coke enterprises, wrote in the process poems and the fly script
Dope analyzers, chosen survivors in this golden metropolis
Sin city, home of the mobsters; high rollers and coppers
So many hassas, jokes and imposters
Choking with blotches ‘til they roped into bondage, stoned in a mosh pit, ugh
Growing obnoxious slowing the progress; open them lockers
Throw in deposits; cobra commanders roam in the darkness
Straight loading the glocks up; what?!
Chrome and the oxes, hoping to buy shit
Drove in a Mazda to go to the plaza, results broken and chopped up
Jezebel's open they crotch up, set you up; mind sculpted to process
Any form of currency loaded to prosper
Coaching advisors, use what they got; molded to size up
Disrobe and dislodge him, controlled from the guava own him and lock him
Broken home and divided, played like a pawn notice the drama
Murder suicide, he goes for the llama
Bong! My opus will shock you, moments of trauma
Open my conscious molding the concepts; these the noblest scholars
Yo, no one can stop us, peace to the soldiers that's locked up
Rap from motherfucking Utica to Opa Locka
[Hook 2x]
Rise in the morning and cook
Fortunate hooks, in the eyes of my daughter I look
The prize that was born for my book, corporate crooks
Street savages, both sides forcing a juks
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Noble Scity New York, New York
Noble Scity consists of Crucial The Guillotine, Danamic, Haleem The GodBrother, Kaotny, & Zagnif Nori. A sound consisting of hardcore hard hitting beats and raw crafted lyrics create the landscape for this group.
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