Natural and Avenue – 9/11 Freestyle Lyrics

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[Avenue - Intro]

Man, shoutout to the whole 12For12
It's Avenue checking in, signing off
Shoutout to Nat, 20 Something, Words Speak Life, same day
Bargang, Gram Fam

[Natural - Verse One]

12For12, 9/11

Nah, I ain’t tryna save the day
But with this new school, I’m just tryna pave a way
Any way, any day, rainy day
Next day, yesterday, to a better day

9/11 flow
Until that 9/11 I’m sitting in a 9-11
Dial 911 when you see me
Cause that flow is emergency

Never heard of me? Don’t call this resurgency

I’ve been here, I ain’t leaving it
This is my city, ya'll just breathe in it
I don’t give a fuck, my city I believe in it
Born and raised here, probably gonna raise my seed in it


So picture me standing on the sidelines
With all these bad girls in the room tryna ride mine
I’m in my prime, ain’t got time to ride pine
Wish I could buy time, but this life ain’t got guidelines


Tough couple weeks, my city's taken alot
My friends all getting nervous, yeah they thinking a lot
Are we next?
Cause theres kids out here shooting
Like the game of life got a fucking reset


Except it’s game over, we need a changeover
Feeling like terrorists around, and no planes over
Send the lames over, yeah we’ll take it from here
For every one taken, how many are spared?

Black suits, yeah there’s been flowers
So many backstabbers, yeah there’s been cowards
And every single rainy day, yeah there's been showers
Got back up and stood tall, twin towers

Oh well, it's death to the beat though
Don’t believe in God
But if he spit this how he’d flow

This is that crack, grand slam
This what happens when the Bargang meets the Gram Fam


Porch seat, the cold ones gonna have a few
Wait, he’s on the Ave with who?
The whiteboy with Ave is new
That cracka got an attitude

Enough of this shit, get 'em, Avenue

[Avenue - Verse Two]

Alright, alright

Dropped on 9/11, made a killing like Al Qaeda
How ironic, them new niggas stay outside us
This power circle here, outsiders stay outside us
A group full of stars the moon couldn't outshine us


Dub S L and 20 something coming soon
You'd be in shape if you ran as much as your mouth do
Haters looking at me like nigga we helped you
And I'm looking at 'em like nigga you helped who?


New god flow like a priest on the chapel
I'm like who are you to judge like you're in reach of the gavel
Told 'em my flow stupid cause of hunger and pain
Nat said after struggle shit there's gonna be rain


Forty days forty nights in the jungle with Cain
If you weak become Abel cutting close to the grain
I'm just writing the scripture I'm not saying no names
Bible says love thy enemies I'm saying the same

And we been 'bout it, this release will commend riots
You shoulda could've, didn't make it like Len Bias
I shoulda could've, I'm doing I live by it
Words Speak Life for years, I've been quiet


Ten tracks, straight pure, cut dope
Two tapes, same day, cut throat
Black and white, day and night, Em and 50
Ave and Nat, two TVs, early sixties

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