From the recording WONDER TWINS: ReActivated
Master & Pub controlled by
Enoit Music ASCAP #475430059 - 35%
Sho Shots Publishing ASCAP #467266230 - 35%
Jakob Utzon BMI #1081103506 - 30%
Music Composed by
Jakob Utzon BMI #1081103506 - 100%
Lyrics Written and Performed by
Theo Abner ASCAP #347554149 - 50%
Shante Artis ASCAP #475916612 - 50%
Executive Producer
QSL Entertainment
Beat Maker/Track Mix & Master: Utility Beats
Vocal Recording by T-Rifik & ShoShots17
Mixed & Mastered by ShoShots17 @TVA Studios, CA
Lyrics
LUV
Don't let your mouth write a check
You can't cash, can't cash
Fast money, it don't last, it don't last
See them plotting for your soul, for your soul
Take you out then dig a hole, dig a hole
Don't let your mouth write a check
You can't cash, can't cash
Fast money, it don't last, it don't last
See them plotting for your soul, for your soul
Take you out then dig a hole, dig a hole
Whether you love me or hate me
You can't escape me,
Debate me or under rate me,
Deflate me or try to bait me
To bring it down to your level
Yeah the Devil been at me lately
But the Boogie Down didn't make me
To stand on a leg that's shaky
& Virginia couldn't break me
Los Angeles trying to rape me
These companies wanna crate me
But this heart ain't achy breaky
Yeah Im a cancer by the zodiac
But please do not mistake me
For a sucker, every bro ain't a brother,
& lots of hate come from lovers
Who then deflect it to others
Plotting under the covers
Might be your sisters and mothers
But once the truth is discovered
They say it’s you who’s mistook
Things ain’t the way that they look
This ain’t no time to be shook
Man, open your history books
See how them pies getting cooked
By corporations & crooks
Backstab, cheat, lie, deny
& throw em a hook
Easy to see it’s perpetually repeated
By powerful men seated
Where they couldn’t be defeated
At least that’s what they thought
That’s what made this country the greatest
The richest, the finest bitches
Most feared & most hated
Is it the woman or the watch
Got your buddy ready to stab ya
If you ain’t courting backstabbers
Ain’t high enough up the ladder
But soon it ain't gonna matter
Your mirror’s about to shatter
The buzzards are circling
And they’re coming for your cadaver
When your brain matter is splattered
And running over the road
What good did the money do
For repairing your frontal lobe?
Zero
Don't let your mouth write a check
You can't cash, can't cash
Fast money, it don't last, it don't last
See them plotting for your soul, for your soul
Take you out then dig a hole, dig a hole
