ProQuo - iNSTANT BROTHERHOOD Lyrics
iNSTANT BROTHERHOOD Lyrics
1. Final Fire ft. ps perkins - Produced by Larsy Vegas (Amsterdam, Netherlands)
What up Vegas
What up Boston Mass
What up Amsterdam
New England and the DMV
The torch high it’s the Final Fire
QUO: Immaculately crafted in these halls hieroglyphs
Born a translator the vocabulary’s obvious
Throw your arms later when the beats is the catalyst
Mind the word labor retrace back to AVLIS
Got the old hater buying back at my establishment
Lit the torch May 21st, 2020 bagging up your purse
Cuz I hearse with a chariot
No dirt for my Harriet, it hurts so I tally it
Finite things off the cross when I carry it
Premo suits in the booth, then I marry it
Kilos cooped for a keynote Activist
Trolls in the feeds hire them you tested accurate
You weak off the words I take them to inhabitants
The Frontline with me red dots on contaminates
Quotables over punchlines call the ambulance
Atmosphere bright “Expletives” off the amulets
PRO: Hands and wrists stay lit with the amethyst
Dripping’ ambience from the sconces with the candles lit
Cancel riffs real quick like a hammer click
My mans and them come dumpin’ a couple cans upon ya canvases
Box cutters coming out, we doing the candlestick
Been winning them competitions since before the Dracut Heritage
My fame is leverage, obtain all the extras
One expert still remains all except for the vain expletives
Spit flames while you drain your main beverage
Skill level obtained, untrained your brain will hemorrhage
Just my average is so far from your maximum
Subtract em, even my math skills can’t even fathom em
Difference between us is steep as elite geniuses
Trying to teach some caveman to read what my recent thesis says
All of my drip, you should feed it through intravenous
And watch them Hip Hoppas come back ta life with no weaknesses
What up Vegas
What up Boston Mass
What up Amsterdam
New England and the D.M.V.
The torch high it’s the Final Fire
What up Vegas
What up Boston Mass
What up Amsterdam
New England and the D.M.V.
The torch high it’s the Final Fire
p.s.: How did this happen
Who created this wretched travesty, passing itself off as life
How did it move
From Father, to son, to son
All sharing the same block
On the block
While doing time on the rock
Insouciantly, regarding the world around him
Long ago relinquishing, his throne of royalty
Subjects, scattered through global channels, of shackled disbursement
Swept away by Kingly decrees of worthless worth
Bearing generations of a burdened birth
No longer able to retain
Trying to maintain
Struggling, to regain
Knowledge
Internalized
Necessitating