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[Intro]
Yeah
Ayo
Yo, y-y-yo, yo, y-y-y-yo
Yo, y-y-yo, yo, y-y-y-yo, it's Coast Contra

[Verse 1: Eric Jamal]
It go one, two, three, four
Hip-hop don't die, I can't take this no more, come on
Five, six, seven – hey, wait
I think we got a pulse, Coast Contra just saved the day
What's her heart rate? Check vital signs, she still fatal
We need an IV, it's on us four to keep her stable
Everybody move, give us some room, we turned the table
To a defibrillator, message clear – that we're the greatest
Please have patiеnce, we operating on a gеneration
Whose ultra sound is all the same as a lil' baby
That's why music born, they so against pro-creation
They just imitating their latest favorites, here come the labels
'Cause they wheelchair/will cheer for any rapper who's self-degrading
They gone give 'em paper, make 'em hot, then cream-made/cremate them
But the truth is, they couldn't cut it so they use staples
In the rap game to use their influence to make 'em famous
Niggas pro-sick, so they pop pills and youngins take 'em
Have their brains bacon/baking and egg 'em on to sip maple
Think the Percs/purpose of life is getting high for your inflammation
I never medicine/met-a-sin that was good for the soul, it's human nature
Bitch, y'all all scrubs, I brought mask and gloves for sanitation
Calling out the greatest, tell 'em I said it, I verbatim/verb-bait-'em
You got East, West, and Colombia on the Equator
Yeah, it's Coast Contra, really surgeon/surging through every nation
To all the rappers who only here to gain-green/gangrene, I'll amputate them
Raise the vibration, this way deeper than entertainment
But with your radiation E-go solo, you could go major
Naw, I cancer/can't-sir, I rather just go through all the stages
When you in a group, some gon' salute but others hate it
So be weary of different bacteria, contamination, see
When we gon' realize our culture is in danger?
They sedating our creatives, controlling the narration
Afraid of the day when we waiting in visitation
And the doctor come out saying, "Hip-hop didn't make it", ayo

[Verse 2: Taj Austin; All]
Five years from now when I'm ready
Visions of my newborn son rising while the Moon is heavy
And my daughter got me caught up, she keep spilling her pasgetti
Me and my wife rocking, my life is beautiful and steady
Look, I don't know where I'm 'posed to be
But I know where I'm going slowly approaching me
And as of right now, my nigga, uh
First time in my life I just flew first class, okay
First time in Dubai, they carried my bags, okay
First time on the Autobahn, we did the dash, skrt
That same time in Germany I catered crafts, I had to work
First time out in London I performed some shows
I even shared the same stage as Cleo Sol, huh
First time in New York, nobody knew my talent, don't trip
Second time in New York, I bodied Jimmy Fallon; real shit
First time in Toronto, signing niggas merch, uh
That was the first time I got to crowd surf, uh
First time out in Philly, rapped on Cosmic Kev
Second time I did the MIA Fest, uh
Third time I met Raekwon the Chef, uh
By the fourth time, shit, who knows what's next?
This might be the first time you heard me speak
Or the first time you heard me in a couple weeks
And if at some point you feel like why he get to eat?
It wasn't one time I mentioned I wasn't on EBT, nigga
And I still feel fulfilled, man we building – we building
We building – we building, we building – we building, we building – we building
We building – we building something different, something independent so it's ours
The more you independent, more you get dependent on God
Stay blessed, learn to say grace before ya plates even manifest, nigga – blow-blow-blow-blow-blow-blow-blow
'Cause the eyes can be obstacles
Those who believe say no proof is necessary, those who don't believe say no proof is possible
Which one are you? Huh, I'm number one, I don't run with no one that's number two
No wonder no one on my team broke under one dispute
The same ones that probably say that this one was a fluke
The main ones producing more ass records than Uncle Luke, ayo

[Verse 3: RioLoz]
I called out my dawg the other day
Looked him in the mirror, had to talk to him face-to-face
Like "Wassup? How's ya mother? How's ya sister and ya brothers?
God bless 'em, tell em I miss 'em, I love 'em
He asked me "How's the music going?", and I said "It's lovely
The love so real it feel better than the money
Shit so cold we finna do a show in Berlin/Brr-Land
Everything gucci, man, just focused on working
Learning, grinding, thriving
Even made this beat here, reclining
Cooking up sonics, whipping up knowledge
In the cypher, they hooked on phonics
They self-centered but missing heart, that's the problem, shit
They spiraling out like Fibonacci
This shit fye/phi, that's why the numbers don't lie, G"
He replied "Facts, y'all giving niggas hope, helping niggas cope
Even me, shit, lately I been going thru some things
Tryna maintain, lil sister fighting cancer, 'bout to turn fifteen
Thank God, she here tho
You know, momma tryna stay strong, 'cause we don't believe in fear, so
Say a prayer for me, dawg, 'cause the Lord seems to hear you clear, bro
All them bars got you good reception, y'all done came far"
I responded "Sí! Not without God, no question"
He told me he been smoking roaches down to the essence
Angry and reckless, skipping the message, relearning lessons
And tired of stressing, running from himself in every direction
Lacking connection, *uh-uh*, suffocating from the pressures of perfection
You feel that? 'Cause I don't feel that, my heart numb
All the trauma through the years, and the mind state of surviving
Got me lying to myself, saying that I'm good when I wish I was
Got me out here fuckin' on these bitches just because
At some point, you gotta say enough is enough
And looking in the mirror really helped me find my love, nigga, ayo

[Verse 4: Ras Austin]
My sympathy don't never come too cheap
Pity parties like surprise parties, always woah!-it's-me/woe-is-me
Who am I? It's ya higher self, meaning God himself
Here to guide you when you don't guide yourself, we provide the help
I am the consciousness of the human collective
Yet remained anonymous, ear hustled so many philosophies
I find it all astonishing, I am simply just a vibe
Meaning, I am a vibration, I am alive
The great, I am creation and creator coincide
If you go inside, you'll see I am you, unified
Meaning I am ya lower self, get to know yourself, I act a ass
You ever tamed a donkey? Try control yourself while acting bad
Mack a bad bitch, then use the hands of God to smack her ass
I got urges, scratch my itch, it's urgent, got me acting rash
I need all the splurges, I feel awfully nervous, I can't trust a person
Say you love me? Every time you judge me, I hear all your verdicts
Who am I? Nigga, who are you? Got me paranoid
Anxiety, smoke another square, make it trapezoid
Life been hard for me, got no type regard for me
All my life I had to fight, the sight was right where God could see
Gave his insight, but that's a sight that I can hardly see
Plus I'm broke and his favorite quote is likely gonna be
That the best things in life is all for free, probably
Aww, see, pardon me – my sympathy don't never come too cheap
Pity parties like surprise parties, always woah-it's-me/woe-is-me
Who am I? It's ya higher self, say hi to yourself
Speaking life into ya lifespan, that life bar was health
Who am I? Not ya favorite rapper, I'm your favorite person
Look inside the mirror, see me clearer, I look great in person
Godly/Gah-lee, when did God leave? I still feel his presence
The Second Coming is every second coming, living in the present
The time is now, sit, calm down, find ya peace; but the world is fucked up
Go to ya inner world, relief; God bless you, God bless you

[Outro]
Yeah
Ayo
Yo, y-y-yo, yo, y-y-y-yo
Yo, y-y-yo, yo, y-y-y-yo, it's Coast Contra