Lyrical Suspects | Official 4K Music Video | Feat. . & Embrae Le Veen

New music from upcoming collaborative album “Usual Strangers“ featuring . and Embrae Le Veen. New single “Lyrical Suspects“ Directed by @ByrdeeFilms Music appears courtesy of Embrae Le Veen & Byrdee Entertainment. Song hyperlink: Lyrics: (Chorus) This ain’t what you want This ain’t what you want This ain’t what you want This ain’t what you want This ain’t what you need This ain’t what you need This ain’t what you need This ain’t what you need This ain’t what you want This ain’t what you want This ain’t what you want This ain’t what you want Kind of wild when you think it Sound just compound like some interest Big bro used to me shoot down Straight talk Said my style wasn’t hitting (Shit trash) Upstairs had it filed and I listened Took it wit a smile and grin These rhymes I’m penning down wouldn’t end Time moving slow Counting, to a thousand and ten Like, I got to get the crown in end Only give a pound if we friends No fronting from the jump Only clowns can pretend Real, not many in this town to begin wit some Enemy’s come in forms of a friendship Sometimes I get warned and just sense it I be sitting there torn for a second In my core I was sure Then boom bap something happen This ain’t just a tune that he rapping Wit my fam Embrae keep it cool until it’s cracking Don’t confuse it This ain’t just music It’s life, really but they call it movement Look me and Brae Like a Fuse and light Explosion, confusion and fright Every time abusing the mic Shrapnel, catch you, some be losing they limbs Other cats be losing they sight @embraeleveen Verse Uh, Type to go, type to flow, type to rhyme Type of mind, hard to find, price of mine, higher than the price of wine From a Napa vine, so Devine, on the line, this life, of crime Sold a nick sold a dime, bolder kind, older trying Shoulder lean shoulder crying, know you lying, hold the iron Please, these quotes of mine, freeze, like ocean line breeze Where the open mind sees, rope a dope, like Muhammad Ali’s Where the funk reminds me, a fortune palm tree, porcupine feet On a tortured time leap, its the matrix, in the basement On a orchid pine seat, I sit and relax, living these raps In the front or the back they giving me daps, riddle me that bat man Literally act like fans in a black white van, with the cherries on top I been had it on lock, like damn, just cause I sold them grams That’s not my mans, and them, came in a box, look like the cops That’s still my answer then, folks, flipping like Trans and them Look at his neck, nigga don’t dance with him I’m washing my hand with em I’m gone Weather we right or weather we wrong We wanna be we wanna be, I’m speaking my life in all of these songs They gonna see they gonna see (Chorus) This ain’t what you want This ain’t what you want This ain’t what you want This ain’t what you want This ain’t what you need This ain’t what you need This ain’t what you need This ain’t what you need This ain’t what you want This ain’t what you want This ain’t what you want This ain’t what you want