"Miami 305" Feat: EllisDee, LyricalMastermind, and ShadowBoxr
One thing All of us have in Common, the city we live in. This is how We see it. Shadow Boxr:
From the nights that never end and the weekends that don't stop/ out from the streets come the D'ed up drop tops/ were puerto ricans,cubanos,and dominicano's run the show/ speedin scarabs bringin in the shipment of BLOW/ with the girls screamin "papa i'll fuck you and mama"/ pigeons in the club suckin dick for some prada/ drug dealers on the street with the bagged up product/ and if you stiff them you better believe they are gonna buck/ from the grove to south beach caramel skin honey's that don't care bout you only bout cha money/ silk pants versace button down shirts and glasses/ in miami all the niggas want is pieces of tight asses/ lowriders,slamed cars bumpin loud bass 4 15" speakers connected to 1000 watt fosgate/ crusin ocean with the cd player bumpin my track/ all the girls rushin the car like an a-ttack/ 10'o'clock the clubs open let me roll down the windows/ with the smoke and the nice smell of indo/ washington ave. nothin but beef and hoez/ football players ridin around in rols/ i step in the club and get mad love from my team/ mad blunted and drunk it's time to dispearse the cream/ platinum rolex's and iced out chains/ all the playas walkin round with canes made of wood grain/ this is a taste of the city that don't stop/ and out here WE run shit not the fuckin cops.....wha.....
This is nothin but the truth nigga so don't get spooked/ MIAMI aint all about fame,glamour and youth/ we got the real gunmen and drug dealers/ to show you what the deal if you muthafuckas don't feel us/ we got speedin scarabs bringin in the shipment/ and we got the lyricists on the M-I-C rippin shit/ M-I-A 3-0-5 is all the way live/ and we WILL physically rip out and snap your spine/ we do what we say in a matter of seconds/ we rep kendall to the ridge and we aint no half-steppas/ we don't like out of towners so get the fuck out/ we the only niggas here reppin our clout/ come into my town flossin all these chips/ break out "nigga give up ALL your shit"/ we pop the clip in the grip and we scream Ryde'o'Die/ and when we rob you all you here is our war cry/ me and my staff will run up in your town throw up our CROWN/ and tell ya'll that the sshit is goin down/ muthafuckame and my staff will run up in your town/ and settle the shit/ cause we slap and give stitches to the niggas who have so called riches/ if you plan on makin a move here stay out of the state/ cause before the deal done you'll be at heavens gate/ we got status on the chart/ a bit of advice don't make me finsh what you boys gonna start/ ridin round with black hoodies and packin sawed off's/ we gonna get the job done and if i die burry my five feet deep of course/ like my brothers from nation five feet deep one foot above the rest...
I'll never leave/like hit the beach and never sleep/then ride back, to post up on city streets/From P-rine and Kendall, my boys with the gritty beats/bounce from Zen to Deep with about fifty freaks/hot days make chill nights/the pot stays to kill sights/the hot way we fill fights/no delay to grill bright/we still might punk you, cut you shorter than Devito/at the peep-show we catchin’ $20 deep-throats/niggas talk shit, but shut up when they feel the heat-tho/caught a jet out to Hethrow to serve the queen a “De-Thrown”/you bet DEE’s known for keepin crews out the heat-zone/and never thinkin twice to help a bullet meet-dome/But that’s Miami nigga, that’s how we get down/and its not often we’re leavin bitches with frowns/this gift-sound has the same effect as when we hit-rounds/no where else can step up, shit they couldn’t even SIT DOWN!/the welcome sign for weed-speed-boats to drop off deliveries/pure chivalry that the pigs might belittle me/and they have proven themselves to be some forgivers like Hil-a-ry/the history know, so in court when they try and riddle-me/my cats in the back laugh: “Hit ‘em with the ACQUITTAL DEE!!”/We went from riots in the 80’s to black-outs in the orange-bowl/now every race and color can sit up in the ride and roll/speed by the toll…pull up to the Mad House/theres mad hoes where I look, and cats wearin’ fads-out/I cant believe I see a crew wearin backwards caps-proud!/”Put the gats-down” we hit the ground now we’re assed-out/But thats life in Miami; live, drink, and PASS OUT!!
A verse about my city, from the eyes of a 13 year transplant// I see it live it breath it in, a way heads from foreign lands cant// People think the whole city's a beach the, entire lands sand// Will rapped about fortune and fame, but here's a common man's rant// I rep from Kendall to Carol City// Swing to Studio 183 late night to catch a comic grandstand// So much to do and see, for me outtings never planned// For instance I hop in my My Old Girl's Maxima hit the 836// From North Miami beach to Westland Mall to scoop up flirty chicks// Or maybe Head north to adventura multiplex to sit through a couple flicks// Cruise through South Beach dissin drag queens that they their femme hiding thier dicks// But mostly it's it's sitting 25 deep in 10 seat Jitney buses// Get off at my stop , jump fare, and the Haitians hit me with Cusses// Shit , I almost forgot corrupt politicians Castro's spies, and filthy Judges// Run the town, but the law is enforced by Metro-Dade cops that hold grudges// You a young ethnic kid you better hope you dont end up in their clutches// It's suprising how a gun you never possesed// Could get your fingerprint smudges// Now where I dwell if you dont run in with the law, Its 6th ave boys or Zoe Pound// That run NMB they never let you slide, constantly hold ground// I remember many days running through oak grove park, then jumping the fence// You damn right I hauled ass, Before the beat down would commence// That was the barrier between a good time and pestilence// On a daily made to my Oak Grove apts my beloved residence// Just a piece of the puzzle called Miami-Dade// Damn, writing this rhyme made me realize I actually have it made//
LYRICAL LEAZONS LyricalMastermind "Master of Mentals" ShadowBoxr "I ShadowBox Fake Emcee's"
"It’s blasphemous, the fact that you even practice it El D "
reppin Miami to the fullest kids...shit was mad tight
Dope Man Yall Repped Miami To The Fullest I Felt Every Verse Aight..PEACE
I Useally Rate Collabs As A ________Whole________, A Collective Deal, But Here I Can't. Cause The Only Verse That I Really Felt, Was Kal-El's.
The Other Verses Felt Less Worked On, And To...________Thugish________.
That's Just My Personal Opinion Though, No Doubt.
Poetik Disciplez '2000
good looking out fordoing your city proud.
I liked Kal-El's piece the best. You get Arene in this motha and you might have emcees flocking to Miami...
Peace from the North.
stay reppin fer my hometown
liberty city babyyyy!!!!
Miami's most certainly one of the hottest of metropolises in America. From the beaches to the honeyz, it's all lovely. I'm, for real, digging the way y'all repped. No doubt.
"Fuck liberty. Give me death..."
- F l a t l i n e r -
Damn im definitely feeling this. This is banging, straight up dope. But yo, waht about this m i a resident, naw mean.Haha, yall cats repped my city beautifully. Next time hit me up if there is ever a part two, i almost feel ashamed not to be in this, lolol.Haha, well reppin from p-rine, to kendall, to homestead, to any tii the broward boundary line, Im out.Oh yeah, once again tight post from all four.
Yo,this was hot... you took forever kid...
what happened?feelin this all four of us...
sorry yo a little misspelling
tight one word MIAMI
tight one word MAIMI