IMMACULATE CONCEPTION

[Part 1] [Intro: Cities Aviv] Yeah Yeah, yah Yeah, yah Yeah [Verse 1: Cities Aviv] Desaparecidos, fuckin' on a paralegal Since the sister missed a minister of information Inundated by the violence, my immediate surroundings got me swervin', racing time Pacing, painting out of line, can I leave? Anyway, I did things that you never did After shock, hit you in the frame with a flip I apologize for the things that I left Sorry not sorry for the things that I said Mobbin' over ice, abstract way of life Death was on the ticket, so we take it in stride Even in my absence, I got niggas who gon' ride Even in my absence, I got... [Verse 2: Lukah] Catch me and my nigga floatin' on a highrise Glock 9, smokin' good with the mob guys Champagne sippin', watchin' how the time flies And round table, can't sit unless you're authorized We be movin' in forms niggas never witnessed yet Drown in holy water, baptized and left the city wet Disrespect, had fleas on the dog, I had to disinfect Only built with gods, I had my niggas shoot the architects How you move with us when niggas mobbin' on a different time? Overlapped them twice, and now I'm puffin' at the finish line They searchin' for the real, did you read and see the picket signs? Me and Cities movin' with the wind, fuck what y'all design We undefined, word [Part 2] [Intro: Cities Aviv] Yeah Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Cities Aviv] Burnin' acts fast, latch key ratio The coded room settled in the face block Radio design by the tyranny embedded in the speaker phone Final bout, British knives muddy at the rodeo Head clean the particle, tabloid article insinuated niggas gettin' money Kinda startled you H&R representers Nine guillotines hanging off your neck like a rapper with a petty chain Six rappers overdosing on the benz' and 'caine I don't feel shit nigga, numb to the stinging pain In a way, these days, niggas feeling strange Mesmerized by the pink slips in the purple haze On the inside, these niggas instigate On the outside, we press for a bigger weight Catastrophic meditation, had to congregate With a couple niggas that I trust in a silent way [Verse 2: Lukah] Back up on they ass, rollin' up the gas Niggas know the task, take me to the stash Fuck around and spaz, Iron Man, blast God status, you ain't near my stats, how you gonna last? Never could you match, dogs on attack Me and Sonny Capps whippin' somethin black Head in the back, Key brought the straps Folks, we leave 'em flat, niggas best relax Automatic gats with the longer mags, meet a body bag Operation toe tag, where the drama at? I brought that Caught the pigs sneaking, tryna apprehend With the opps tryna stop the flow of the dead man Tryna run with us, but we ain't takin' new applicants Gotta screen these niggas, they try bringing in contaminents From the funk part of the town, the new parliament Said you need some flavor in your ear, well I'm the condiments Wanna see life after death, I'm the embodiment Caught you on stage and we were booing from the audience Heard niggas spit, I've got to say that shit's insignificant They heard the god spit, I got the shit and, yeah, that's evident Real will triumph, I guess they didn't receive the document Foul nigga, stomp my bloody 4's on your ottoman [Part 3] [Intro: Cities Aviv] One, one, one, one Why, why Look in the mirror, I see God When I look in the mirror, I see Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Cities Aviv, Lukah] Put your hands up in the sky with ya ugly ass You the type of nigga wishing with the many men Paparazzi shootin' flickers in the minivan Take a stand, I could never sit with you and make a plan A blueprint, transcript the gossip with a crooked hand Brain snap back, curvature of a rubber band Contraband, shipment on arrival in the summertime Man plays the horn from the center of the second line Intertwined, devil thought the god had an alibi I subscribed, motion permiating 'cross the riverside Niggas had to elevate to recognize the inner mind Nevermind, so-so death, the stature of the overdrive We socialize, with the Elvis tatted on the chestplate, it's on the way Side note, sketching on a brighter day, it's on the way (Yeah) I'm sketching on a brighter day, it's on the way (Yeah, haha) Yeah, one (Yeah) [Verse 2: Lukah] You know I only rip shit for the real niggas So middle fingers in the air if you fuckin' with us You know I really only kick shit for the fly bitches So middle fingers in the air if you vibin' with us What you know about hidin' dope under the car hood And cruising 'round with 5 grams in the backwood The wind blowin', holy smokin', God feelin good We made it out unharmed like I knew we would We came a long way from all of the flippin' and servin' And staying away from the boys in the blacked out suburban You ride through my city, you would see shit that's disturbing Death in the hood will never stop cause he keeps reoccuring I look my son in his eyes and give him reassurance That I'll forever give him game, because I'm steady learning We had a home but we was broke, so I chose to put work in So any karma I received was probably well deserving But anything I did, G, I had did it with purpose And everything I got now, my mama couldn't purchase Now granted, I was still a teen, but still I felt worthless And when I get what's coming to me, she good, that's for certain The wifey gon' be whippin' Range with money in her Birkin Eating only lobster brunches, no more eating at Perkins They asked me "How you make it out?," I say I was determined I was creatin' the recipe while the others were sturring, yeah [Part 4] [Intro: Cities Aviv] Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Cities Aviv] I brought my soldier rags to the golden dawn, bitch, I'm gucci I was built for the tasks that you frowned upon Simpletons in that AMG, my pen, it weighs a ton, pick it up Jumpin' in the cypher, you'll break your arm, word is bond How can I respect the type of shit you on? You not a don Truly, you're irrelevant amongst the gods and the stars Really, you a middleman between the roaches and frauds I awoke to send you peace, [?], the road is hard Comin' from a distance, inching conditions is gettin' ours Sidewalk been at the end, bitch, the world is ours Send a bitch to kiss you on the chin, thought you seen it all Chasing after waterfalls, you niggas never made it far How can I regress to be the type of man you are? I can't even recognize the type of fuckin' man you are Say you pussy niggas way, way, way, way off the xans or bars or something [Verse 2: Lukah] Catch the dog blowin' the finest plantables, these niggas ain't elligible Incapable to keep up with the boss, that ain't debatable They know I spit the hottest shit, middle name's flammable My style's untraceable, don't mean to make a spectacle but I am the shit Probably catch us at the Venice Kitchen, toastin' over pots and dishes Had to make a pass to the riches, give me all that's exquisite Posted by the body ditches with the baddest misses, love to give the dick french kisses Rappers takin' shots but they can't aim, cause they all misses Air the rats out, shouldn't have to share the same existance Know the journs follow when they know that you the fuckin' sickest Lost a couple homies, had to leave 'em by the burning bridges Never 'round front, never take it through the back entrance Smoking rarity, '93, yeah that's loud spinach Still the godly one, walk on water, doing swimming time Part the red sea when seen in me cause I don't wait in line Why marry the game when the bitch can be my concubine? Had to cut a few heads, I found out they were serpentines Or serpentines, whatever, lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find With the woes in the back and throwin' up South Memphis signs Dinner with my demons last evening, had to wine and dine Tried to hit up God, but I guess he chose to hit decline Bars are purified cause I don't speak it if it's unrefined They fuckin' with me here, better luck on the other side, yeah [Outro: Tupac Shakur interview] When you’re born, usually, you’re born into a dynasty or an empire. You’re born as a junior, or following in your father’s footsteps. They always tell you, "Your father, he did this," or "We got this," or "The family heirlooms." It’s none of that in the outer city—I call it the outer city, ‘cause we’re left out. There’s no nothing. We don’t get any family heirlooms, the family crest. All that stuff that you would think is so important is meaningless ‘cause our family crest was cotton. It’s like the only thing we can really leave behind is culture and dignity and determination. That’s what we had