Dead That Shit

[Intro: Blue November]
Left Field nigga. Shit, I'm a little under the weather but still cold enough to freeze you niggas. Haha! Yo, yo...

[Verse 1: Blue November]
Fucking up your synagogue, and then we send for God
Crooked laws, but straight smiles: psychopathic but we came miles
Rather sugar cane near the Great Nile (Nile)
Drug vails keep my paranoia from acting wild (Wild)
When we pull up we The Hateful Eight
You'll surely meet a ghastly fate, no debate
Ashing all on your floor (Yuh!)
Dickheads appointed pop stars to keep us for glow (Yeah)
Motherfuckers glorifying little Xannax and ho's
Target a dumb nigga, arrow and bow
'Cause you not worth the bullet (Nah)
See I don't have to pull it (Nah)
I deserve a Pulitzer for scripting when you couldn't, you shouldn't
If you had the chance you probably wouldn't, look

[Chorus: Blue November]
You better dead that shit and dead that quick
You niggas better dead that shit and dead that quick
You better get a brand new flow 'cause that shit weak
You battered to the death by your label, that ain't me (No!)
You niggas better dead that shit and dead that quick
You niggas better dead that shit and dead that quick
You better get a brand new flow 'cause that shit weak
You battered to the death by your label, that ain't me (No!)

[Verse 2: Blue November]
Simple as mathematics and people don't understand it
Until he pull out the static and now he real as the canvas
Or real as that Uncle Sam that put his ass in the slammer
Or real as some hating ass bitches that plot on him while he sleep
Shots flying all in a dream 'cause of products he couldn't reach
Even though his land is a mine of the dopest gold you can find
Few seconds left on the Vine, make your moment for the divine
He was hoping to live forever but fuck it dawg never mind
See that my mama calling and you know that I can't decline
See that my ex is calling she don't know where I reside
If my brothers need it I hunt it and bring it back for the supper
We up and down for the ruckus, we ready coming this summer
They dead

[Verse 3: Zae The Philosopher]
It costs a pretty penny for the bitch that I got with me, aye
Damn I love my city slide down 50 hitting 58
Spanish girls been all up on my mind lately
I'm trying to decide give me time, baby
Niggas acting goofy, buy some hoopties just to get me straight
Ease on my mind got me patient I lie through the day
If I'm in the club twenty-piece standing next to me
Why the fuck you testing me?
Your weed look like sesame seeds
Need to breathe better weed
I got if you need, please
I won't even bleed if a nigga hit me
Trying to get all around all these obstacles
Waking up to a couple new articles
Cold like Antarctica, y'all niggas tripping bro
Fuck you sippin' bro I'm down with (w)raps and the written ho's
I need better rituals
Yeah I heard the track that I was getting on supposedly
But that shit ain't a go to me
No that shit ain't a go to me
That nigga ain't my bro to me
No that shit ain't a go to me
I'm at the party shit I'm waiting for my bro to leave

[Chorus: Blue November]
You better dead that shit and dead that quick
You niggas better dead that shit and dead that quick
You better get a brand new flow 'cause that shit weak
You battered to the death by your label, that ain't me (No!)
You niggas better dead that shit and dead that quick
You niggas better dead that shit and dead that quick
You better get a brand new flow 'cause that shit weak
You battered to the death by your label, that ain't me (No!)