New Year Banger (feat. Wisemen) Video (MV)

Yo Wiseman, Bronze Nazareth, my nigga Phillie, Salute Da Kidd
It's a struggle on these streets, I'm the sun y'all the seeds
Innocent young MC's, maturing into trees
Scenes I touch with the brush Kevlaar never smoke much
But one stroke of the dutch I paint pictures with breath touch
Such an effect techs I never handle grip the 380
Shady I got clocked on the mandible
Bloodied my structure
Got bagged drunk on the streets
So wasted all the jakes did was deliver me to my bed sheets
Sleet and rain blow east against the grain
I walk the bloody hills barefoot in the rain
Stayin 24 hours, 2 to finish this joint
Anoint with holy water, think differently with a daughter
And civilize planets revolving around my son
Sleepless nights with a brain full of bangin guns
A serenade of grenades, shave my pain with metal umbrellas
Story tellers and hustlers funnel the struggle is restless
Fall to my knees on the lab asking the most high to help us

Its been a long road
God knows got me in a stronghold
Palms so sweaty legs feel like spaghetti
But now I think I'm ready, so long as the Lord'll bless me
When I came from crumbs and sold drugs like ecstasy
Hung where killers dodge bullets to the next degree
It was fun like sex to me, to dead you in the streets
Over some shit you said to me, think differently whatever just let it be
Somebody fire my chef I got the recipe
With this rap shit, I'm a wolf ahead of sheep
Fresh meat for the slaughter, I'm Nino to the Carter
Something you don't want a part of
With the heart of, David against Goliath
You know the science stop playing
It's time for mic strangling, while lives are left dangling
In the balance, no lights no cameras, just live action
Where the triggers are written its all real
Pencils is reinforced with steel, I gotta live

Back in '94, Unknown mask all in your drawer
Fly as Buzz Aldrin, groundwork laid, dues paid
Dutch Schultz ways callin
The streets injected to my veins stay bubblin'
That booth my ice suit, I'll win your mic in a dice shoot
And any man who walk thru hell will similarly feel like I do
Envision my inscription, you'll see where I slept
Sit at the edge of an avalanche cliff, you'll see where I step
Think differently in infamy, the most on slept
Equipped with Gems to blow the mind, like turpentine wine
Keep the unstable ox, in my stable with the free cable box
To pay for studio lots, I'll rob Big Lots, think not
Otherwise my death colored rhymes
Will drain your colored eyes, look what I discoverized
Without credit checks, bought that board, f*cked up credit ever since
So it better work instead of a berretta to work
Slither and lurk the Gun Rule tri-borough
Years later on the furlough