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