Issue No 112 Pro Cakes 2 Lyrics
Pro Cakes 2 by Issue No. 112
Good God almighty, Pro-Era has come
To bless you with another beautiful, beautiful, beautiful track
You got a slacker, you got a dirtbag, you got a cautionary guy
But fuck with it though, on some of you on some shit
We 'bout to kill the game
We coming for your life and we coming for your wife
But I'm just saying, It's a Pro-Era thing, bro
Beastcoast
All that other shit here today, gone tomorrow, bro
Yeah, fuck it
I'm in outer space right now
Can you feel it?
'Cause I can feel it
My track list heavy metal like blacksmith
Black Sabbath, black list, like Capone
Fronting like I don't drop dope quotes
I'm back at it, liquor, weed, dope music
I'm a party alone
Leaving rappers so shook
And the Richter scale broke
Build tracks like a railroad
Get bent like an elbow
In rain, sleet, hail, snow
Made my heart grow cold so
Don't get me mad because you got no hands
Tick tock, get clapped on time
We the cream and the beans of the crop
Who co-sign? Fuck the industry
They fishes in the pail, they ain't great whites, they pale
Aligned seven chakras, I'm enlightened
Something like righteous, that's right likeness
Free your mind, I rewind you toys
Paint pictures like rap legends
Your plans unfold
Filling bitches with a bundle a joy
You got a seed-filled spliff
Plus you babysitting the pot boy, let it boil
A lot of Js, I'm still crushing my grapes
Real recognize real, not real recognize fake
Not on BET8, your best bet was in the basement
Case closed dismissed, we underground and there's levels to this shit
Wait, wait, there's no competition
But still I ain't got no pot to piss in
I'm baked, baked, pound cake, break it down
Till my whole town ate, hate
It's Dirty
Man, fuck y'all, I meditate
It's too easy to be depressed
Slackers fill up your playlist
Just play this and feel your chest
'Cause if we don't fulfill your needs
Then our pockets would never stretch like
Mr. Fantastic, classic, not your average
Make 'em sound irrelevant like Schoolboy's ad-libs
I'll take you on a journey, let me know if you're for it
Pull the potent, ain't no joking, got me feeling euphoric
I'd rather be broke than dreaming
Than to be broke and scheming
Than to be broke and hope for a quick fix to feed him
Bad habits those demons, baby, suck it like Maggie
I know crackers hitting the doobie, just don't end up like Shaggy
My 90's niggas know, it's grimy where I'm from, ask '
Probably still flip the boards if it wasn't for all the rhyming, though
Call me the rhyming diamond, Dyemond be rhyming
But I ain't eating like ramadaning
Eyeing the mic, the food on your plate looks rather inviting
Stop it before you know it, bitch, see, I'll be dining
On your breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Take your spot, next off the top and I put that on la familia
It's the motherfucking super-duper slackers, get familiar
Coming live, we the illest niggas swankin' in the Era
To keep it a hundred I beat when I want it
Other than that, bitch, we ain't speaking in public
This season republic, the reason I does it for the heart of it
Fuck yourself, you narcissist, you softer than some cartilage
I spit it out my damn mind, till this shit my man's time, I'm fly like an airline
Part of me just bother with anomalies and how to get it started
When you from the bottom, since the day my father popped a condom
Back up on my diesel flow, stealth, this is eagle mode
Women thirst is lurking on me, swallow up the leader, hoe
Dealt with the serpents, now my grass cut
Felt fucking worthless, now my cash up
Punch you like a brass knuck
Mami getting anal, get your ass fucked
Then drop it hot like a potato, leave you mashed up
Yeah, classic when I touch I let it perish
You like Robert Parish just a zero to that basket
I'm a hero in this modern era, possum never
But it's possible I'm dwelling by the trees, feeling heavenly
I been word playing since the spelling bee, shit is effortless
Caution been had bars like a felon sheet
Man and you know this, man
To bless you with another beautiful, beautiful, beautiful track
You got a slacker, you got a dirtbag, you got a cautionary guy
But fuck with it though, on some of you on some shit
We 'bout to kill the game
We coming for your life and we coming for your wife
But I'm just saying, It's a Pro-Era thing, bro
Beastcoast
All that other shit here today, gone tomorrow, bro
Yeah, fuck it
I'm in outer space right now
Can you feel it?
'Cause I can feel it
My track list heavy metal like blacksmith
Black Sabbath, black list, like Capone
Fronting like I don't drop dope quotes
I'm back at it, liquor, weed, dope music
I'm a party alone
Leaving rappers so shook
And the Richter scale broke
Build tracks like a railroad
Get bent like an elbow
In rain, sleet, hail, snow
Made my heart grow cold so
Don't get me mad because you got no hands
Tick tock, get clapped on time
We the cream and the beans of the crop
Who co-sign? Fuck the industry
They fishes in the pail, they ain't great whites, they pale
Aligned seven chakras, I'm enlightened
Something like righteous, that's right likeness
Free your mind, I rewind you toys
Paint pictures like rap legends
Your plans unfold
Filling bitches with a bundle a joy
You got a seed-filled spliff
Plus you babysitting the pot boy, let it boil
A lot of Js, I'm still crushing my grapes
Real recognize real, not real recognize fake
Not on BET8, your best bet was in the basement
Case closed dismissed, we underground and there's levels to this shit
Wait, wait, there's no competition
But still I ain't got no pot to piss in
I'm baked, baked, pound cake, break it down
Till my whole town ate, hate
It's Dirty
Man, fuck y'all, I meditate
It's too easy to be depressed
Slackers fill up your playlist
Just play this and feel your chest
'Cause if we don't fulfill your needs
Then our pockets would never stretch like
Mr. Fantastic, classic, not your average
Make 'em sound irrelevant like Schoolboy's ad-libs
I'll take you on a journey, let me know if you're for it
Pull the potent, ain't no joking, got me feeling euphoric
I'd rather be broke than dreaming
Than to be broke and scheming
Than to be broke and hope for a quick fix to feed him
Bad habits those demons, baby, suck it like Maggie
I know crackers hitting the doobie, just don't end up like Shaggy
My 90's niggas know, it's grimy where I'm from, ask '
Probably still flip the boards if it wasn't for all the rhyming, though
Call me the rhyming diamond, Dyemond be rhyming
But I ain't eating like ramadaning
Eyeing the mic, the food on your plate looks rather inviting
Stop it before you know it, bitch, see, I'll be dining
On your breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Take your spot, next off the top and I put that on la familia
It's the motherfucking super-duper slackers, get familiar
Coming live, we the illest niggas swankin' in the Era
To keep it a hundred I beat when I want it
Other than that, bitch, we ain't speaking in public
This season republic, the reason I does it for the heart of it
Fuck yourself, you narcissist, you softer than some cartilage
I spit it out my damn mind, till this shit my man's time, I'm fly like an airline
Part of me just bother with anomalies and how to get it started
When you from the bottom, since the day my father popped a condom
Back up on my diesel flow, stealth, this is eagle mode
Women thirst is lurking on me, swallow up the leader, hoe
Dealt with the serpents, now my grass cut
Felt fucking worthless, now my cash up
Punch you like a brass knuck
Mami getting anal, get your ass fucked
Then drop it hot like a potato, leave you mashed up
Yeah, classic when I touch I let it perish
You like Robert Parish just a zero to that basket
I'm a hero in this modern era, possum never
But it's possible I'm dwelling by the trees, feeling heavenly
I been word playing since the spelling bee, shit is effortless
Caution been had bars like a felon sheet
Man and you know this, man