Butterflies

[Intro: Dirty Sanchez]

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Dirty Sanchez]

The sky ain't the same no more

Clouds identical to poison chemical trails

Keep your eyes open

Kids, eat your vegetables

School, I never had principles

Bought a rap blown like 5-0's In front of pigs, stopped, they said

I'm hot headed, make thermometers pop

Not up to par, no cigar, mad papers and

Jah, jah bless though, I'm not alone

They tappin our phones so they know where the best go

You in the presence of stars, now Little Dipper

Haters are haters, I love you lil' niggas

Have Roka snuffin' your jaw

Call him Rokamouth, Dirty ragamuffin not for nothing I been knockin' out

Negative energy, either brothers or enemies

My cargo far, your cargo short lack longevity

I, treat my bitch like a letter, I just let her go

Sincerely, me before I blow

It's Dirty

[Verse 2: Rokamouth]

So I try to survive without money But I'm making my music

And you know the game is funny Entertain and abuse it

Niggas Stupid rich while I'm hungry, and I study this ugly point of view

Like making a crowd move just for honeys

I got G's overdue, that's cheese that's expired

If I'm tired, I'm a lose Rappers gettin' higher

Never hired

What to do, never gonna retire We still minors to the news

Only 20 years old, got full control of you fools

Ahead of you too

Fast maneuvers like computers peep the way that I move

Sample huntin' in the dungeon on a ride to the moon

Keep them waitin' for a tune, I don't know why I do

I'm as starving as you, Guess its just what we choose

I'm just waiting for a plate I escape, got me takin off

Just trying to find my faith As I'm rated off these blogs

Is he even, is he odd, not the meaning of my songs

I'm asking why involved, if you ain't gon' help the cause

I'm speaking life and law , while I'mma have to cut you off

If you ain't gon be thinking small, you gon' stack no bills at all

So 4-7, let us ball

I'mma use my heart, and hold my thought

Make a call, and get a ball one man bank for sure

Once I get my dough, I'll buy a rose gold rope

And hope I don't get got on this one way plot

I came a long way comin' off from my block

And I make sure I won't stop as I chew right through your spot

Won't have enough 'til we all on top

Better make room, or you gon' get knocked

And no deals say this nigga never ever gets dropped

[Bridge: T'Nah Apex & CJ Fly x4]

Ever gets dropped, no one ever, ever gets dropped

I don't think we know it yet, I don't think we know it yet

We got it all on the line, life's a gamble

A handful of dice and we chose to bet

[Verse 3: CJ Fly]

Ya'll know we 'bout our business cuz we got us some staff

Show 'em what the business cause they gotta be trash

When I got that New Jersey, thought I'd stay right on track

Try to use my train of thought to determine my path

When I drop, it's gonna be like we playin' jacks

Steppin' out the box and no one can tell me jack

And that's just a fact

Sending a message but no this ain't a fax

The future that I manifested, know it is in effect

Gotta disinfect I'm spitting like mucous in my vest

That's something I should get off my chest

And I'm when I'm in L-A-X

The things I'm getting done, that they less

Don’t hear the rest, till they say get on the list

Shoot for the stars from sky like I had subs on the jet

Was never in the same class so let's change the subject

Weed the only substance that was making some sense

Had to leave but realize that you was right where you left

[Verse 4: Dessy Hinds]

Knock, knocking, Mr. Bill Collector

Still don't respect ya cause my skill offends ya

They pour a nigga syrup thinking that he might surrender

Think that they lent this life and title, they 'venge us

Until we blew our brains out and weed just had to vent us

Fees never get us feed and please never get the cheese

These niggas never sleep until it's anesthesiology

With my sorry lease, I'm bound to be driving my mama's V

Tryna come up with a verse for a sound to pile up my G's

Got embedded in genes for a G-Star

Jeans and a fleece warm for the weather in the East tour

Now I got my stories stored in

Rip your vocal cords, recordings

[?] from sortin'

Even when I started this game, I saw ends, lost friends

Met up with my Pro-Era clique

And I ain't ended up in the pen cause I ended with a pen

And that nigga got the time to never hesitate to spin

From spittin' venom with sins cause all the flowers blossom

And all the thoughts you never think, now it's got them

Gotham City

[Verse 5: NYCk Caution]

They never find me in a cell, I ain't Sam Fisher

Grand swishers expand like panned pictures

This is life as a member of what's better

So I just throw the Era up, like a pitcher with bad records, shit

Bigger placement cause my name's inside the dotted line

They never knew I had a shot like Roger's wife

Roger that, I hover high above the citizens

Laid back, sleep, she up blowin like a ceiling fan

All night, while I'm right on top your ribosomes

Pipe and dome that be the appetite too leave the night alone

Chemistry is mentally a vital zone factor

That determine if you make in my life you righteous hoe (?)

Everybody got the stories about the guwop and I was buildin'

I spit freeze like it's ice chillin'

The right life dealer with a price up on his noggin

Pollen and the dollar, about to blossom to a father

I'mma rob for my family, see it in these roots

Tryna beam like a laser, shoot and taser any sabertooth

I'll catch you later, got some paper and a wager too

They take my style bite white like you ate her tooth

Back at like crack addicts, and I don't give a damn your Italian

High life, Sopranos

Die you an asshole, slide through the tackle

Wise words coming out the mind of a pharaoh

Clash of the titans or the the actions stay narrow

I remain the least to see, freedom and the decencies

Man, but I'm still on my shit and I still gotta pay that rent

Still gotta pay that rent, still gotta pay that rent

Still gotta make that cents, still gotta take that, gotta take that

Man, I gotta make that, make that

[Verse 6: A La $ole]

Mind, body and soul, the trinity within me

Time, dollars, and gold still withholds my memory

Remember me? I think we met within a past life

Couldn't remember but I know we was mad tight

We share the same eyes, share the same feet

Share the same spine, I think he is me

This how we live everyday but still might fall

Thank God I realize who I just saw

God-body pieces to the puzzle connected

Never did I doubt it that the energy would manifest it

I'mma treat this beat like a god and I'mma bless it

Till we infected with the music, we gotta stress it

Natural disaster, earthquakes in your city

Add a tornado, add a tsunami, and you still shitty

I'm ill gritty, make a dollar outta two quarters, I'm the real 50

It's no Biggie, it's no Pac, it's no HOV

No Nasir, no Rakim, just Pros taking over your globe

And we here, said we here

[Bridge: T'Nah Apex & CJ Fly]

[Verse 7: Dyemond Lewis]

Niggas want to know where the era been

Cooking up dope with heroin

That's a bar for the homie

I work hard, so progression is seen

Won't be long now until I'm with my African queen

Sippin' fine wine

For now it's grind time

5-0's for my Pros whenever I rhyme

Obstacles is something that I'm familiar with

Kick flipped gaps and potholes for the thrill of it

So, what makes you think I won't have you removed

If you a threat to my future, plus you front on my crew

I don't fear no man claiming to shoot

Because shooters don't talk you know, they busy shootin'

Stupid, you and I, we're somewhat equal

Except your wallet packet with dust, mine stuffed with dead people

I, acquired a taste for white pussy and seafood

Bad habits as always, have to watch what you eat dude

When will the korruption stop?

You hear the caged birds sing

But you won't understand a thing until you stand in this spot

And me? I am not a nice person

I fronted you some, so if you late, I expect extra in reimbursement

So don't take risk, niggas will get pissed

Started growing my dreads cause I don't fuck with Lil Twist

Skinny nigga, pure balance got that tatted on my wrist

Shit, hold up, hold up, alright

Mama named me Dyemond cause I ain't nothin' lesser

I'm like Cole in '09 under way more pressure

Fuck it, I'm way more better

Smoker's Club when I dress up

Rap niggas getting comfy, tell 'em they need to step up

Old niggas embrace us and you'll be way less bitter

I show respect where it's due, to the others - good riddance

It's the motherfuckin' superduper young hot spitter

[Verse 8: Jakk Tha Rhymer]

I keep my thoughts on tracks like the cars of a train

And often look back at just how far we done came

I used to only rap for my friends and family

When I first started off they could still understand me

Thought I must have been the sickest in my family tree

Way they reacted off the spit just like the Pop Rock candy

Kept a youngin' gassed like the family V

Till it was clear what my path and plan to be

Go triple platinum, win about four Grammys

Buy out Def Jam, start a family like a fairy tale

Bet a deaf nigga hear me clearly

I'm deaf so they can't come near me

Unless they coming correct

Put goosebumps on they neck

My mic strong for my mic check

I'm from the Era where the best never miss a step

Tell 'em recognize rhymin', show respect

Around here they gotta give to get

[Verse 9: Kirk Knight]

Hopefully when I sign it

The sonnet that I write bring tears to the Goddess

Regardless, be the bomb through Manhattan projects

All over the globe, I steer fear through the sonic

And tonic that the world wears like a baby's bonnet

Don't talk about change, be about it

I had to reroute my goals and kick it to the curb

And observe that the pros be working your nerves

The highest concern that you ever heard

But I need clearance

I got five on it and you lack perseverance

But I got it and I would like to share

And have no fear, we all got broken dreams

Shall I (?) or kneel but it's so hard to ball these days

Shoes on the other foot and these not my J's

Hey, I got something to say

One of the golden child making the brash decisions

Buildin' the worlds off of glitters and gold

Instead of the realities of riddles and bold

And my team want the meals and we wantin' them both

Because Beast Coast spit will leave 'em in a choke

You can't buy happiness if you're broke off of hope

[Verse 10: Joey Bada$$]

Now I rap circles on rap circles, your team squares

And popsicles, my team's feared obstacles

Impossible to get around 'em

Got'cha surrounded circle the block, drop bicycles wildin'

Take a step back and put it all in perspective

If the pen don't (?) then this law ain't affected

Detached from the objective, flawless perfection

Your flow less projected, let alone detected

Protect your necklace, progress through lessons

Feel the proper essence and prolong this message

Produce the method

Pro tools the session, they heard

Stay progressing is the ancient proverb

Ain't nothin' profound like the sound of purp herb

The Providence of a ProGod, that’s my word

Word Domination in process you see

In honor of the Pro STEEZ, we proceed

In honor of the Pro STEEZ, we proceed

Yes indeed