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21st Century Blues

by NE$$ x Baby J

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First Verse: Scared to death scared live what a way to live What you give is what you get but you gotta give Gotta give it up to mom raised kids, workin all them gigs  New Years resolution every year  Buy My A Mom crib  It's some real bullshit tho I shoulda been had her chillin' in a villa ya know a Lil somethin' somethin' All this muthafuckin hustlin' All this servin' all these custies, riskin' felonies bro Couple bad flips from broke  And it’s not like I’m broke  but the last month or so pack flippin slow  I don’t panic but yo  What the fuck goin' here  Never ending drama but it’s riveting tho yo Chorus: Hand to hand  Hand to mouth  daily bread paper route  Got a goal  Plan it out  Tryna to buy my mom a house  Started off wit a ounce  Man Man lookin' out Trappin out my mama house  Tryna buy my mom a house  2nd Verse: I see the ribbon on the door  I see the expression on her face look of awe awwww She don’t get it, can’t  believe it Like mom it’s yours  Reoccurring daydream my mind drifts off  While I'm baggin up, countin up,  voice in my head loud as fuck  Do that shit double for anybody that doubted us  caterpillar butterfly shit  them jewels from the struggle them shits priceless  real niggas know you gotta grissle for ya goals  Had to get it out the mud hustler guerilla mindset  Theory practice theory nigga learn from journey  Like the story of Santiago yeah the Universe conspires yeah Chorus: Hand to hand  Hand to mouth  daily bread paper route  Got a goal  Plan it out  Tryna to buy my mom a house  Started off wit a ounce  Man Man lookin' out Trappin out my mama house  Tryna buy my mom a house 
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1st Verse Ain’t nobody even knowing’ Like where this thing going In New York New York Times said the death toll growing Rona goin round like a merry go going No defense for it, made Gobert the posterchild for it Goldenseal, echinacea, garlic, ginger in my potion Antidote for poison, nothin new for the homies Stay home social distance what they saying at the moment On the gram on they story single jawns lookin lonely Quarantined to crib, me and wifey in the kitchen Might step out right quick, but for only essential business I ain’t heard nothin bout rent canceled yet Niggas stressin’ That Stimulus check We gon have to flip it Got a homie our in China that been telin’ me for month Check points , lockdowns, this the future of the funk Like something outta movie, Got me price shoppin’ uzi’s Stacking can goods, planting seeds, to harvest in a month Chorus Planting Seeds I can Harvest in a month Got me price shopping uzis Planting seeds I can harvest in a month That Stimulus check we gon' have to flip it Bandana on my face, on the bike for the local moves Got the hooptie for luga lug woopti woop I seem watching from the super zoom Right there corner of the room nigga a you intune Feel they eyes even they digital Helicopters flying over, we scrambling on the Diddy low Essential business tho, for real tho, dig me tho Thats my word this my negro spiritual Swing low sweet chariot 21st century blues for a next Harriet Conceived late march 2020 up in farauaratit Baby Moses floating down the nile in the bassinet A Spike in births let’s call them coronials The next Testament The book of NE$$ my testimonials Who knows what the future holds That’s why we got Griot tho Might not see tomorrow, take these entries from my Journal tho Chorus Planting Seeds I can Harvest in a month Got me price shopping uzis Planting seeds I can harvest in a month That Stimulus check we gon' have to flip it
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Mindin' My Own First Verse (NE$$) I was just mindin' my own  Yeah I was grindin’ I ain't serve nobody I was just holding  Rollin' down Myrtle on the bike peripheral scoped'em  See the D's parked in a unmarked Ford Focus Yo  Blue & white patrolling  Between a rock & hard place rollin' passed Nostrand Yo They pulled out, rolled up on me quick  Pig in the passenger already talkin' shit Where u goin'/why you askin up block/ oh you tuff / what the Fuck I even sayin nothin'  Yo ignore'em keep rollin’ peddlin' peddlin' up the block  They cut me off, pinned me up against some cars that was parked  In front Project Parlor  Four D's hemmed me up Gripped me up  I’m like what fuck I do, what the fuck  Now they askin' for ID's like bouncers in the clurb But for what, why you stop me, said you was riding on curb  That bike on a sidewalk NYC racket  If it ain’t that it’s them check points catch you up in traffic Ask me can they search me but I’m ready for they shit   I don’t consent to no search/ oh you lawyer said the pig They had my arm already, pressed  me up against the car people watchin' from deli A mini crowd start forming think that shit gon' stop’em  Slammed me to the ground ground tryna dig up in my pockets  Ounce a chronic in my left fatigue pockets tryna block’em  but it’s 4 on 1 plus my whole bike right on top me  Face down in the middle of Myrtle arm ' round my neck,  got my arms stretched out like Jesus out this bitch  Pulled the loud from the left  Pack of white from the right pocket  fuckin' smug cop faces  lookin like we got'em Now I'm cuffed in the back of they car  Cops in the front  Talkin' bout we’ll let u go If you tell us who’s ya plug  (Fuck outta here)  Chorus: and a I was just minding' my own yeah Mindin' my own I was just minding' my own yeah mindin' my own I'm sayin' I was just minding' my own yeah Mindin' my own yeah I was just minding' my own yeah mindin' my own 2nd Verse (NYM):Mindin' My Own I was on my way    to the gym  Early morning  get it in  Till they jump out the van  Pointing at me  Like that’s him  I don’t remember  no faces just the barrels  Of the  weapon And they little one  Who told me if I move  He’d shoot me  You know they gun hoe   Out of small towns  Don’t know the culture  Slime balls put you in cuffs   then they  assault ya   rights  Don’t ever  get read  That’s in the movies  Ny  cops choke you to death for  selling loosies been fasting for the last 3  Days  Won’t eat the sandwiches   Wrong person Need badge numbers Suing for damages  C.O On a power trip Don’t wanna turn the phones on dude got stabbed  He the reason that  they ain’t  On Should of ran  Nah I  should of stayed in the crib Got booked for doing nothing  I was minding my biz 
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Somethin' Outa Nothin' Chorus: Makin' makin' makin' makin' Making somethin' outta nothin'  Somethin' somethin' making somethin' outta nothin' Making something  Making something outta nothing  Something something making something making something   Outta nothing  We Made something  Outta nothing  Outta nothing (well not nothing nothing)  We tired of sufferin ain’t no future in your frontin' First Verse: Sunshinin' yeah I’m smiling  But there’s darkness all around us  Lost souls in this Wilderness and no one ever found us All nighters whiskey neats coca resi in my sinus  Yeah ménages every other night a Domi Dionysus Vampire  gold fronts fangs shinin' like a diamond  Bite marks on thighs thotty sounding like she dying  Lying face down, ass up you know how like it  Murder Music on the Bluetooth tender lovin' violence  I’m killer no homi  drug dealer since a teen.  Fiends fiend  for drugs, we fiend money... We All fiends!  On MILK in front the mural u know Martin had dream  On my Detroit Red Malcolm Little shit By any means  All these years in the mud  fed myself, fed my seed  another rat in the maze lost sniffin' for cheese I started off wit a quarter fronted by a young supplier  Round the same time as Tupac’s  Ambitions of a Rider  I done, seen the evolution of this game, street codes, different drugs, of myself, of brain  Last few New Years my resolution been to call it quits  Every time I think I'm out they pull me back into this shit  Second Verse: You don’t even know do you do you do  inspiration for all of the songs  you don’t even know how a nigga been holding on Hustling for as long as you know me but nigga I’m grown Even my little baby ain’t even a baby no more How long am I gonna be duckin' that long arm of the law 3 in the morning peekin' in peepholes knock at the door The trap nigga no better word no metaphor We All  trapped shit both sides of the door I’m talking bout all of this dog I’m talking all sides of this war the custies hustlers even the lawyers and officers dog Cost of this holacaust Drug war let’s call it a loss I thought I was winning of course  Now I’m just lost in the sauce Started off... yooo I started off just  not wanting a boss make my own schedule like fuck it my off write & smoke for hours or roam the city get lost fast forward 2020 was it worth the trade off just sayin' Chorus: Makin' makin' makin' makin' Making somethin' outta nothin'  Somethin' somethin' making somethin' outta nothin' Making something  Making something outta nothing  Something something making something making something   Outta nothing  We Made something  Outta nothing  Outta nothing (well not nothing nothing)  We tired of sufferin ain’t no future in your frontin'
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black love 02:51
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rona 02:17
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d.r.e.a.m. 03:11
Ambulances ain’t coming  Morges over flowing  Bodies piling up Dam you heard about the homie another life another RIP post on the gram and he aint day of the shit ambulance just never came can you imagine' waiting & waiting watching a life flicker out like candle you panicking frantic calls gotdamn where the fuck is ambulance nightmare but its real shit is fucking insanity life precious more precious than precious stones take that shit for granite but my niiga  we flesh & bone one day you here in the physical next thing you know they raising money for  ya  funeral tomorrow aint promises promised non stop news corona virus so many done died how many more gon die wrote a song about it wanna hear kinda morbid right D.R.E.A.M  death rules everything around me the system tryna kill tall the government is tryna kill y'all ] dollar bill y'all think back to when you realized everybody dies like everybody ya mom gone die you gon die imma die I think back to witnessing my first homicide see the trigger pulled hear the shot rocketaa its in the eyes Chico see the life leaving his body soul floating out to the into ether  something like the  season changing something like book of the dead its different pages all the world a stage we all players yeah but  different stages don't wrote to the script player shit is crazy reaper working overtime  double time alll the time Police covid 911 & like Colombine  ve   Police more than covid  911 colombine
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teenage kids 03:11
Teenage Kids (Intro) Shout out to grown street niggas with teenage kids... (Poem) "Somebody mighta drowned today a Rockaway Coulda been a false alarm tho Kinda made me think of 'Toya We was teens last time I seen her She died the next summer seems like a lifetime since I last saw her" First Verse: Shout out to grown street niggas with teenage kids Still lowkey outside this how they feed they kids 50leven side hustles but this still they gig  Dreams of mansions, feet up like a Pele kick  But they still here dead end job style  anwnry & hostile  Watch out liable to say something like so foul  Oh what you Pac now spittin' at paparazzi talkin' bout this my new style  Nights sleeping on train cuz some bitch kicked you out  You tried to kick her ass out but nigga it’s her house    All that car in my girl name  Everything her name  All good 'til she ain’t ya girl mayne  Live from the A train  Feel like you going insane  Monday morning rush Manic Monday...mundane Get up Walk up out the train something like the fuckin walk of shame  Chorus: Shout out to grown street niggas with teenage kids teenage kids teenage kids Repeat 2nd Verse: Wake up, take a shower, meditate, make a smoothie  Hit the streets, make a play out the uber or the hooptie  You think I’m in a drop, dog you seen too many movies  Still when I hop out Wipe Me Down like I’m Boosie  Still on my ducky, duck duck y’all goosey  grown man wit the service,  niggas young buck goofy  treat custies with respect, you treat customers like groupies spent my reup ree-ing up, you blew your reup some Gucci Buyin' bottles chasing coochie, in the club lookin sloppy like they slipped ya ass roofie Saw you stragglin' in hood nigga Zombie Fela Kuti On the humble the 4 devils turn G Moneys into Pookies Slippery slope like a luge homie Get lost in this shit thats lose homie  Not for nothin you know you owe me and not to sound like Big Worm but uhh where my money Smokey like uhhhh Chorus: Shout out to grown street niggas with teenage kids teenage kids teenage kids (Repeat)
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memoirs 03:47

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NE$$ x Baby J New York, New York

In a music scene swamped with sex, drugs and opulence '21st Century Blues' fills a space currently missing in hip hop, showing both struggles of the young Black man trapped in the system and the opportunities and hopes of the future that could be.

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