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The Amalgamate Video (MV)




Performed By: Slim Ramos
Length: 3:21
Written by: Jonathan Ramos




Slim Ramos - The Amalgamate Lyrics




Yea, yea, yea

Skip to my Lou down Northeast 163rd Street
Hot concrete never get cold feet
Some of my peeps don't even got a visa
They'll Frisk ya for the features
So, I keeps a bishop on the hip, A rook in the trunk
A Knight in the hood, A Queen in the passenger
This is chess not checkers these birds can't fathom this, equipped
Keep my ducks in a row like Gordon Bombay
Cornish hens that pass by is waving
Cot damn, I reject propriety
Keep cats off the streets like Humane Societies yea
I don't check dudes I check mate
Might Jack Son Bills like I moved upstate
Might have to start something gives my mans a stake
See ya'll don't know the half of what I contemplate, huh
Drive slow and I'm blasting Muddy Waters
My mans round the corner, asking me about the quota
I get behind bars like Andy Dufresne
Then I get it out the mud, and I maintain
We reclines back in Sedan's
10 latins, 10 zo's with a vision
That's 20/20 pimping
Boy we sliding and slipping
We popping and gripping
Since Slip and Slide records had the city rocking with it, ya

I function in conjunction when in bunches
Slip through the cracks of trickle down economies
We gallop rather quietly
Find loopholes, and run dolo
To saloons and lampoon cats
Check ya ego at the door, ya heard
There's always someone out here thinking that they want a little more
And that'll be the end of that
We can't eat if we fighting for scraps, jit, tighten up quick
Mid 20's crises' we live through the vices
And we gon' switch grinds if they switching up the prices
Believe it, boy we on it for a reason now
For the cheese get small as Martin Freeman
This ain't acting
Make it stretch, let my dogs fetch that like Armstrong, and I'm gone
We trying to get up out this life on the real
See job applications, they never had the same appeal
I swindle like Frank Costello and talk game like Mike Fratello
So I'm straight, Spend chips on the strip I'm Pete Bell
We do it the, Hardaway, parlay for longevity
Me, and my syndicate, move autonomous
Shift in auto's anonymous, carribean amalgamate
Hold me down through the thick and thin
You gotta keep your word first before we trust in anything
If you eat, than I do too, and vice versa
But if we let it digest than we can feed the whole crew
So, is you wit me or what cuz, Huh, the world is us what, yea
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Yea, yea, yea

Skip to my Lou down Northeast 163rd Street
Hot concrete never get cold feet
Some of my peeps don't even got a visa
They'll Frisk ya for the features
So, I keeps a bishop on the hip, A rook in the trunk
A Knight in the hood, A Queen in the passenger
This is chess not checkers these birds can't fathom this, equipped
Keep my ducks in a row like Gordon Bombay
Cornish hens that pass by is waving
Cot damn, I reject propriety
Keep cats off the streets like Humane Societies yea
I don't check dudes I check mate
Might Jack Son Bills like I moved upstate
Might have to start something gives my mans a stake
See ya'll don't know the half of what I contemplate, huh
Drive slow and I'm blasting Muddy Waters
My mans round the corner, asking me about the quota
I get behind bars like Andy Dufresne
Then I get it out the mud, and I maintain
We reclines back in Sedan's
10 latins, 10 zo's with a vision
That's 20/20 pimping
Boy we sliding and slipping
We popping and gripping
Since Slip and Slide records had the city rocking with it, ya

I function in conjunction when in bunches
Slip through the cracks of trickle down economies
We gallop rather quietly
Find loopholes, and run dolo
To saloons and lampoon cats
Check ya ego at the door, ya heard
There's always someone out here thinking that they want a little more
And that'll be the end of that
We can't eat if we fighting for scraps, jit, tighten up quick
Mid 20's crises' we live through the vices
And we gon' switch grinds if they switching up the prices
Believe it, boy we on it for a reason now
For the cheese get small as Martin Freeman
This ain't acting
Make it stretch, let my dogs fetch that like Armstrong, and I'm gone
We trying to get up out this life on the real
See job applications, they never had the same appeal
I swindle like Frank Costello and talk game like Mike Fratello
So I'm straight, Spend chips on the strip I'm Pete Bell
We do it the, Hardaway, parlay for longevity
Me, and my syndicate, move autonomous
Shift in auto's anonymous, carribean amalgamate
Hold me down through the thick and thin
You gotta keep your word first before we trust in anything
If you eat, than I do too, and vice versa
But if we let it digest than we can feed the whole crew
So, is you wit me or what cuz, Huh, the world is us what, yea
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Writer: Jonathan Ramos
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