Street Jazz

Awon

Score: 8
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Played: 16

Genres:

Hip hop
Underground hip hop
Underground rap
Jazz hop
Goon trax

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Cambodian

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[Intro] Why don't you just chill? Just chill out a little bit Why don't you just chill out? Why don't you just chill out and listen? Got things on your mind that worry you, keep you awake? No, I just don't sleep much You don't sleep? I don't sleep I don't sleep much I don't sleep [Verse 1: Dephlow] Boom, bad rhythm for rap is baptism And it might save souls if mass is half listening Phoniks on the tracks, the brass is in the pocket When the jazz and this hip hop mash you can't knock it You can't stop it if you tried to If it died, Don't Sleep revives this so it thrives through And as long as we alive too This is Michelin star in the kitchen, no drive through Dephlow cheffin' it, Awon preppin' it Tiff's got a bottle on deck most definite Niggas can't question it, it's always raw Like the sun don't shine, we just always are Like you all can't see what we always saw We was never up close, we was always far Now we almost here, neither here nor there And niggas fear no men, nor fear no fear I got no fucks left to give, one dream Gun too big, can't tuck in my jeans Everyday hustle never touching the thing And you wonder how I'm balancing weight with one beam Haha It's a mouse click This is Auschwitz You'll never doubt this They ain't about shit [Verse 2: Awon] They called me the agent of change Since I came in the game I really came from slinging them thangs Made about a buck fifty an hour spend it on Jordans The rest of my bread was for reein' up and recording Hotel rooms, copping fifths on the weekend My classmates in baby pools, I'm swimmin' in deep ends When sharks see the gunfire spark from the barrel Like the cherry on the blunt to get designer apparel Where they ante up, yep that fool Killer Mike tight, better run them jewels Spittin' bars in luxury cars Hot boxin' with dope, boys put money on my rhymes so hot Then a foot in the booth and a foot on the block Then wisdom of the streets don't sleep, it's not my option Deph on the left and Tiff on my right And Phoniks on the beats, it's one helluva night huh