Pro Era - Butterflies Lyrics
[Verse 1: Dirty Sanchez]The sky ain't the same no moreClouds are identical, the poison chemical trailsKeep your eyes openKids, eat your vegetablesSchool, I never had principlesBought a rap blown like 5-0'sIn front of pigs stopped they said IHot headed, ain't the mind, but it's popNot up to par, no cigar, mad papers andJah, jah bless though, I'm not aloneTappin our phones so they know where the best goYou in the presence of stars, now Little DipperHaters and haters, I love you lil' niggasHave Rocka snuffin' your jawCallin' Rokamouth, Dirty ragamuffin out, for nothing I be rockin' outNegative energy, either brothers or enemiesMy cargo far your cargo, short lack longevityI, treat [?] like a letter, I just let her goSincerely, me before I blowIt's Dirty[Verse 2: Rokamouth]So I try to survive without moneyBut I'm making my musicAnd you know the game is funnyEntertain and abuse itStupid rich while I'm hungry, and I study this ugly point of viewLike making a crowd move just for honeysI got G's overdue, that's cheese that's expiredIf I'm tired, I'm a loseRappers gettin' [?]You never hiredWhat to do, never gonna retireWe still minors to the newsOnly 20 years old, got full control of you foolsAhead of you tooFast maneuvers like computers peep the way that I moveSample huntin' in the dungeon on a ride to the moonKeep them waitin' for a tune, I don't know why I doI'm a starve in this youthGuess it's just what we chooseI'm just waiting for a plateI escape, got me takin offJust trying to find my faithAs I'm rated off these blogs, is he even, is he odd, not the meaning of my songsI'm asking why involved, if you ain't gon' help the causeI'm speaking life in awe, while I'mma have to cut you offIf you ain't't gon be thinking small, you gon' stack no bills at allSo 4-7, let us ballI'mma use my heart, and hold my [?]Make a call, and get a ballOne man bank for sureOnce I get my dough, I'll buy a rose gold ropeAnd hope I don't get gotOn this one way plotI came a long wayComin' off from my blockAnd I make sure I won't stop as I chew right through your spotWon't have enough 'til we all on topBetter make room, or you gon' get knockedAnd no deals say the [?] never ever gets dropped[Bridge: T'Nah Apex & CJ Fly x4]Ever gets dropped, no one ever, ever gets droppedI don't think we know it yet, I don't think we know it yetWe got it all on the line, life's a gambleA handful of dice and we chose to bet[Verse 3: CJ Fly]Ya'll know we 'bout our business cuz we got us some staffShow 'em what the business cause they gotta be trashWhen I got that New Jersey, thought I'd stay right on trackTry to use my train of thought to determine my pathWhen I drop, it's gonna be like we playin' jacksSteppin' out the box and no one can tell me jackAnd that's just a factSending a message but no this ain't a faxThe future that I manifested, know it is in effectGotta disinfectI'm spitting like mucous in my vestThat's something I should get off my chestAnd I'm when I'm in L-A-XThe things I'm getting done, that they lessDon't hear the [?], still I get on the listShoot for the stars from sky like I had subs on the jetWas never in the same class so let's change the subjectWe the only substance that was making some senseHad to leave but realize that you was right where you left[Verse 4: Dessy Hinds]Knock, knocking, Mr. Bill CollectorStill don't respect ya cause my skill offends yaThey pour a nigga syrup thinking that he might surrenderThink that they [?] this life [?]Until we blew our brains out and [?] just got to [?] usFees never get us feed and please never get the cheeseThese niggas never sleep until it's anesthesiologyWith my sorry lease, I'm bound to be driving my mama's VTryna come up with a verse for a [?] pull up my G'sGotten better than jeans for a G starJeans and a fleece for the weather in the East [?]Now I got my stories stored inRip your vocal cords, recordings[?]Even when I started this game, I saw ends, lost friendsMet up with my Pro-Era cliqueAnd I ain't ended up in the pen cause I ended with a penAnd that nigga got the time to never hesitate to spinFrom spittin' venom with sins cause all the flowers blossomAnd all the thoughts you never think now [?] got themGotham City[Verse 5: NYCk Caution]They never find me in a cell, I ain't Sam Fisher[?] expand like [?] picturesThis is life as a member of what's betterSo I just throw the Era up, like a picture with bad records, shitBigger placement cause my name's inside the dotted lineThey never knew I had a shot like Roger's wifeRoger that, I hover high above the citizensLaid back, sleep, she [?] like a ceiling fanAll night, while I'm right on top your ribosomes[?] on the [?] appetite that leave you [?] aloneChemistry is mentally a vital [?] factorThat determine if you make in my life you righteous [?]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[?] and the dollar, about to blossom to a fatherI'mma rob for my family, see it in these [?]Tryna beam like a laser, shooting taser his [?]I'll catch you later, got some paper and a wager tooThey take my style bite white like [?]Back at like crack addicts, and I don't give a damn your ItalianHigh life, Sopranos[?] slide through the tackleWise words coming out the mind of a pharaohClash of the titans or the the actions stay narrowI remain the least to see, freedom and the decenciesMan, but I'm still on my shit and I still gotta pay that rentStill gotta pay that rent, still gotta pay that rentStill gotta make that cents, still gotta take thatMan, I gotta make that[Verse 6: A La $ole]My body and soul, the trinity within meTime, dollars, and gold still withholds my memoryRemember me? I think we met in the past lifeCouldn't remember but I know we was mad tightWe share the same eyes, share the same feetShare the same spine, I think he is meThis how we live everyday but still might fallThank God I realize who I just sawGod-body piece into the puzzle we connectedNever did I doubt it that the energy was manifestedI'mma treat this beat like a garden and I'mma bless itTill we infected with the music, we gotta stress itNatural disaster, earthquakes in your cityAdd a tornado, add a tsunami, and you still shittyI'm [?], make a dollar outta two quarters, I'm the real 50It's no Biggie, it's no Pac, it's no HOVNo Nasir, no Rakim, just Pros taking over your globeAnd we here, said we here[Bridge: T'Nah Apex & CJ Fly][Verse 8: Dyemond Lewis]Want to know where the era beenCoking up dope with heroinThat's a bar for the homiesI work hard, so progression is seenWon't be long now until I'm with my African queenSippin' fine wineFor now it's grind time5-0's for my Pros whenever I rhymeObstacles is something I'm familiar withKick flipped GATs and potholes for the trill of itSo, what makes you think I won't have you removedIf you a threat to my future, plus you front on my crewI don't fear no man claiming to shootCause shooters don't talk you know, [?] shoot meStupid, you and I, we're somewhat equalExcept your wallet packet with dust, mine stuffed with dead peopleI, acquired a taste for white [?] and seafoodBad habits as always, have to watch what you eat dudeWhen will the corruption stop?You hear the caged birds singBut you won't understand a thing until you stand in this spotAnd me? I'm not a nice personI fronted you some, so if you late, I expect extra in reimbursementSo don't take risk or we'll get pissedStarted growing my dreads cause I don't ***** with Lil TwistSkinny nigga if you [?] got that tatted on my wristShit, hold up, hold up, alrightMama named me Dyemond cause I ain't nothin' lesserI'm like Cole in '09 under way more pressure***** it, I'm way more better[?] the club when I dress upRidin' [?] getting comfy, tell 'em they need to step upOld niggas embrace us and you'll be way less bitterI show respect where it's due, to the others - good riddanceIt's the mother*****in' superduper young hot spitter[Verse 9: Jakk Tha Rhymer]I keep my thoughts on tracks like the cars of a trainAnd often look back at how far we done cameI used to only rap for my friends and familyWhen I first started off they could still understand meThought I must have been the sickest in my family treeWay they reacted off the spit just like the pop, rock candyKept a youngin' gassed like the family VTill it was clear what my path and plan to beGo triple platinum, win about four Grammys[?] Def Jam, start a family like a fairy taleBetter [?] nigga hear me clearlyI'm deaf so they can't come near meUnless they coming correct[?] on they neckMy mic strong for my mic checkI'm from the Era where the best never miss a stepTell 'em recognize rhymin', show respectAround here they gotta give to get[Verse 7: Kirk Knight]Hopefully when I sign itThe sonnet that I write bring tears to the GoddessRegardless, be the bomb through Manhattan projectsAll over the globe, I [?] through the [?]And tonic that the world wears like a baby's bonnetDon't talk about change, be about itI had to reroute my goals and kick it to the curbAnd observe that the pros be working your nervesThe highest concern that you ever heardBut I need clearanceI got [?] and you lack perseveranceBut I got it and I would like to shareAnd have no fear, we all got broken jeansShall I [?] or [?] but it's so hard to ball these daysShoes on the other foot and these not my J'sHey, I got something to sayOne of the golden child making the brash decisionsBuildin' the worlds off of glitters and goldInstead of the realities of riddles and [?]And my team want the meals and we wantin' them bothBecause [?] spit will leave 'em in a chokeYou can't buy happiness if you're broke off of hope[Verse 10: Joey Bada$$]Now I rap circles on [?] your team squaresAnd popsicles, my team fears obstaclesImpossible to get around 'em[?] circle the block, [?] bicycles wilin'Take a step back and put it all in perspectiveIf the pen don't [?] then this law ain't affectedDetached from the objective, flawless perfectionYour flow less projected, let alone detectedProtect your neck, [?] progress through lessonsFill the proper essence and prolong this messageProduce the message, produce the method[?] the [?], they heard[?] is the ancient proverbAin't nothin' profound like the sound of [?]The [?] of a broke God, that's my wordWord Domination and process you seeIn honor of the Pro Steez, we proceedIn honor of the Pro Steez, we proceedYes indeed
