LOTB from Echo Chamber by Anthony Kannon & Jack Katz

Little sick, threw some tissue in the nose
Cause ripples with the flows…
Beef isn’t good for the money or the business with the issues that it pose
Still ran through the line, Mike Ditka to you hoes

Wake up drenched in sweat…
Nightmares of dead bodies.. I can smell the stench of death
Crept through the nostrils…
Life is a bitch and we met at a hostel
Dressed in a costume

Wait.. they be airing slugs
Niggas might kick down your door like, where the drugs
Told the plug-61 home runs, Aaron judge
Money unconditional to me, like a parents love
Had to get bag back

Every man for themself, in the land of the beasts
Wasnt no help when we ran through the streets
Gun shots, 6 feet, laying underneath
Cops pulled up with his hands on the piece, BOW

This whole shit corrupted, I don’t want to parts of it
Tried to walk away, but I’m in love with the art of it
Couldn’t even leave if I wanted
I couldn’t even leave if I wanted

Can’t sleep through a dream, best believe that it’s coming
Heard death call, pitfalls sink to your stomach
When anxiety is loud, it be hard to hear
I don’t ever leave the crib, cuz the the party here

Give a fuck about Amiris and the Cartiers
Everything that glitter ain’t gold
Everything that glisten ain’t diamond, and everything that shimmer ain’t froze
Pay attention to the code

Back when we were sleeping on the box spring
I’d hope the dark energy would not cling
Pressure bust pipes, make the pot steam
Who are you to tell us we are not kings
Blessings get bestowed, see what god bring

Every man for themself, in the land of the beasts
Wasnt no help when we ran through the streets
Gun shots, 6 feet, laying underneath
Cops pulled up with his hands on the piece, BOW

Moneys gonna come, I don’t ever gotta stress that
Only thing I’m trying to avoid is a head tap
Step with a fresh pack…
Looked like a threat cuz the outfit was jet black
Flavor in your ear, this that Craig Mack

You know the way that niggas are
Before beef get too far, I pray it get resolved
The violence is senseless… He ride a death wish
Hard headed, still spread the message if god said it

Every man for themself, in the land of the beasts
Wasnt no help when we ran through the streets
Gun shots, 6 feet, laying underneath
Cops pulled up with his hands on the piece, BOW

• Bounce
• Conscious
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• New York
• Underground
• gritty
• Ithaca