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10 Come To The Table
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Young Catalyst - Laying It Down (Prod. Eric Lowry) ThaRealHipHopTV Presents:
Artist: Young Catalyst (More) ThaRealHipHopTV Presents:
Artist: Young Catalyst
Released: Apr 10, 2012
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Album: High Definition
Verse 1:
The power of the dollar gets sour withe cowards on them,
We out to con for powder who down for the doubt that brought up,
Count the loss and set the differences we get to business shift,
Listen kid. You could flip a nickle into christmas cred.
Take no breaks out aim old fakes,
Laced dope plate on the table, cocaine
Cook it up, we got the special recipe,
For the test of question, speak
Estimate the beast who bleed.
Bless the beat, lets discover the channel,
Pick up and analyze the gamma dismantled for mammal gamble,
Half lamb and apple the rambling brought the battle,
Left you amputated after claiming that your rap was brand o,
Kiss the ring and when my fists get to swinging,
Ya lips get to stinging like your bitch isn't bringing the towel
Up on my tower like an owl she howls,
On the prowl shit I get pompous, halved her colon like powell, what
Chorus 2x:
You Got That Feeling In Your Stomach,
(That Cold Place)
When You're Feeling Like You Run It,
(But That's Okay)
I Got The Feeling So What Of It,
(That Full Face)
Come And Get It However You Want It,
Know I Won't Be Laying It Down
Verse 2:
Release the wave, escape direction for the most part,
Ghost card played the moment of a lone scar,
Gold bars breaking, jenga to the wall,
Relation with hate's based to aim at us all!
Lay the manger to fall like fuck what you herd,
Bust, rush burgundy with much brush to burn,
Touching in turn to lead the movement underground,
I'm used to what my Lucifer rule to rerun around.
Am I really on track or am I just a conscious sound,
Off the notch it's obvious I bought a lot of ground.
Prop up the Prada socks to feel the soul between the shoes,
For the old tale goes you gotta know defeat to lose.
Fold the feast to fuse what foretold to teach the truth,
Hold the piece you drew for your Mona Lisa muse,
I don't receive news, like a sample for the guideline,
Alive I rise to divide psych in Hi-Fi.
Chorus 3x (Less)
A Little Game Called Revenge. Ep; 32. I stood in the kitchen wearing my black colored (More) I stood in the kitchen wearing my black colored shorts and my pink colored tanktop with my hair in a messy ponytail.
My right hand was holding a bottle of water and the other was holding my mp3-player as I prepared myself for a jog.
Demi walked into the kitchen and she walked towards the fridge before opening it and taking out a bottle of water. ''Going for a jog?'' She asked with a smile.
With a smile on my face I nodded for a bit. ''Yeah, I want to run around the park and then back. It's enough to stay in shape and long enough for my playlist to play.'' I told her while letting out a soft laugh.
A laugh escaped from Demi's lips as her eyes looked at me again. ''Have fun, darling.'' She said before turning her heel and walking back into hall and heading for the livingroom where Taylor and Miley sat.
My feet guided me towards the big entrance door and my petite hands pulled the door open before I could step outside.
The moment when I stepped outside, the hot air that came with the summer wind crashed into my body.
Chills ran over my spine as I closed the door behind me, enjoying the gentle breeze that was blowing through my hair.
My hand picked my mp3-player out of my pocket and selected the first song on my twenty minutes lasting playlist.
I stretched my arms and legs as I got ready to jog with the tender music in the background.
I didn't know where it came from but I just felt someone watching my moves, I think I am just getting a bit more paranoid every hour.
When I felt that my muscels were stretched and warm enough for me to jog with, I started to run down the long street.
My feet ran in a relaxed jogging pace as my eyes watched the house pass by and my ears were enjoying the gentle sways of music that was being played.
In the distance I could see the basketball field where the girls and I played on the first day that we arrived, the basketball field was on the course I had to jog in order to come by a pond that laid in the park and back to the house.
My breathing stopped for a second when I saw some people playing basketball as I got near, I recognized the people immediately and wanted to change my course, but they already saw me.
''Gomez!'' I heard someone call before hearing the sound of quick moving paces.
A sigh left my mouth as I pretended to not hear the person and just telling myself to keep running, if they would ask later, my music would have just been playing too loud.
My legs continued to run in their relaxed pace and passed the basketball field, me ignoring the people who were playing basketball while they kept staring at me.
A few seconds later when I was about to run around the corner, I felt my body being pushed down to the ground and landing on the sandy path.
The sound of a loud whimper escaped from my lips as I held onto my arm painfully, feeling the pain in my arm intensely.
''What is your problem, Jonas?!'' I yelled at the top of my loungs while seeing him lying next to me as his eyes observed me.
His dark brown colored eyes kept watching my silhouette, not showing any sort of emotion. ''You don't ignore me when I'm calling you, you hear that?'' He spat at me in a harsh tone.
My lips pushed themselves back as I tried to hold in the comment I wanted to make, I opened them again when I thought of something else a bit more respectful and something that wouldn't push his buttons. ''I was listening to my music, I zone out when I listen to my music.'' I lied to him, hoping that he would believe it.
A humorless scoff left his mouth as he saw his friends walking up in a slow pace. ''Don't lie to me, babe. I'm not stupid.'' He spat at me once again and stood up, brushing the sand off his pants.
Nick was wearing a work out top for males and a basketball pair shorts, around his feet were white colored sneakers and on his chest were small drops of sweat.
His hair bounced as his head turned back to me and his arm extended, he waited for me to notice his hand and then waited again for me to take it so he could pull me up.
My shaking hand took a hold of his hand, not trusting him completly but letting him pull me up anyway.
I could hear my name being shouted by a voice that came from the boys who were walking towards me. ''Oh, hey Joe.'' I said when he came closer and opened his arms.
My eyes widened and my eyebrows frowned but I still hugged him back awkwardly, feeling the other boys their eyes burn into my uncovered skin.
I felt like the last piece of chicken on the table at Thanksgiving, and that was not a good thing.
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Long time no written on this one, my apologies and I will try to upload as much, and soon, as possible. 10+ for the next one? :) ♥ (Less)
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