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RED

by Knucklez

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Always swing the heater for it
Gotta pay the rent.
Reckless Adidas Jordan
Louis sheets on beds.

Always swing the heater for it
Across ya grill like toasters.
He holdin he bleeding for it
I'ma come and toast ya.

Gotta feed the heaters more
load up the head.
Pop up squeezing beef is over
Unloaded in his Benz.

Snatch his Roli and his gems
Sell the chains to his friends.
Clap a holie through his head
Metal games yes we spray.

Bloody vest replay
Ya buddies catching heat waves.
I put them sparks in the air
Like lightning when it heat waves.

It's a supercell coming
Rumbles clouds crashing.
Fuck about humble
Fuck about a rapper.

They know the fuck coming
Like a rubber unwrapping.
I'ma put it in they stomach
And hope they have a fuckin bastard.

Long as folks remember
I always been a gangster.
I was turning bricks to cinders
When you was busting Pampers.




If he don't got a dime
And he don't got the dimes.
The heater gonna fire
Man I leave this shit red.

If he done did the crime
And he can't do the time.
And he can't be a mime
I leave that bitch dead.

If we was on the grind
My piece was always fire.
Them people come and buy
And say Jesus this the best.

If he don't got a dime
And he don't got the dimes.
The heater gonna fire
Man I leave this shit red.


My pops picked me up
One time in the day.
Riding round town
Playing his game.
Spot a couple cuties
Whistles would fly.
He was vulgar wit the women
Shit on their life.

He'd call em all Porkers
Betty's, Skirts and that type.
Sippin on his beer
Working a crack pipe.
I didn't know it then
Later walking in that life.
I would see the pen
Often had Mag pipes.

Always kept a gun
A knife and MagLite.
Never slept once
Ya homies get bagpipes.
I'll never be my father
Oh my you got that right.
I got out that box
And never looked back right.

Learned how to move
Without attracting the Bat Light.
Ain't no crime fighters
Coming back when you clap right.
Hit him through his armor
Give him a blue tip.
Hollow through a bottle
No noise and go through shit.


If he don't got a dime
And he don't got the dimes.
The heater gonna fire
Man I leave this shit red.

If he done did the crime
And he can't do the time.
And he can't be a mime
I leave that bitch dead.

If we was on the grind
My piece was always fire.
Them people come and buy
And say Jesus this the best.

If he don't got a dime
And he don't got the dimes.
The heater gonna fire
Man I leave this shit red.

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released May 8, 2021
Iconic Records Philadelphia LLC
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Knucklez Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Now understanding his younger ways errors he expresses his pain through the Mic in every facet.
After walking away from a 22 year career as a chef and walking away from the streets as one of it's few long term survivors. He has found himself in entertainment.
Knucklez learned that sometimes walking away is really just finding your way back to living
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