wemajor:

i was born with my dick in my hand and a pen in the other
so i’ma have to drop one to make room for another
call me a pig, but i’m at my best under covers
if you a hot ass mess, please go HAM on a brother

i’m looking for the one or tryna have some fun
pick one of the above, mater, git’er done
show me where the pics are, blog it, where the hits are
cut through the bullshit, oh now you a big star

ha, life is crazy ain’t it?
all black everything, red door, paint it
the truth lies creeping in the dark of night
wandering the shadows just to find the light

so sick of wasting time, what’s a dollar to a dime?
sprinting through the DMZ, you know i’m getting mines
eventually i’ll blow up or get my shots in, throw up
if you got it like this, you gotta do something man, hold up

yeah, the fuck am i talking about?
the one or have some fun? the fuck am i on about?
i know i’d rather have a taylor swift than rihanna
‘cause yeah, she bad, but is she worth all the drama?

could you see me bring a bad bitch to my mama?
live for honor, give up the brain like osama
she gets on her knees, but i’m the one begging
screaming “what’s in the box?”, paltrow, se7en

jolie ten, beyonce eleven
gotta have it all, HOV lane heading
voice on my shoulder, ask if i get it
having a hard time between hell and heaven

yeah, the devil in a suit and tie
bag full of cash, is this my guy?
can’t stop to ask why
three rihannas in the back, this is my ride

ipetey:

Decided to split and master the audio from the Weeknd’s performance at Coachella. Created some fitting album art for it as well. 

wemajor:

verge of the future, cap and gown, got my suit on
funny how a cancer patient wears the same minus the shoes on
both standing in line waiting to get certified
wishing time would stop, but they just can’t wait to eulogize

kiss of death to our youth, hello to the system
conditioned since birth to the baby boom bap rhythm
heh, just who do they think they’re kiddin’
oh right, and they wonder what we’re missin’

regardless, i’ll be heartless if it helps me on my mission
trying to stay above dissing these so-called musicians
welcome mat, dissing that and this and that
following our dreams, but missing facts, now isn’t that

sort of a contradiction, half-assed premonitions
who am i to shit on someone else’s ambitions?
there are so many people like me trying to get it in
but you already know who i’m better than

i see the hypocrisy when these fools try to copy me
we all think we’re the best, trying to avoid the fallacy
but you know no one out there does it quite like me
so i guess if i were you, i might bite me

but the fact is, you don’t have the talent to see half this
you turkeys could try find the answer in some practice
practice? real brains or A.I., you even lack this
get me on any track, before you start, i’ll have lapped it

ugh! so damn tired of this wack shit
if this is rap to you, motherfucker, you can have it
trying to be shakespearean, let loose and cry havoc
i can see the fear in ‘em when i turn into a savage

who can fuck with this, who can pass the litmus
nas, hov, and big, and the best kept secret
now the secret’s out, i guess you see my influences
my soul behind these bars, serving a life long sentence