Eerie Alleys
© Isatta Sheriff 2020
℗ Doctored Sound 2020

Verse 1

Cool living
Cool breeze
Tag a group of MC’s
Tryna find the real me
won’t see that in IG
But I might be
Spinning in your ends
That’s my new chill
Chan’t write ne off
Cause I cough
Yeah that means I’m Ill
You know that I’ve been real
Show respect to even those without a record deal
Cause you know the games shallow
Your people from day
Won’t even text to say hello
Can you walk in my shadow
Would you even notice it
People in my ends
We stay living in the deficit
I’m equip Holy Spirit in the bits
But the cranes in the air
Make me sick
Building up the place
Like we don’t live in it
They said that we’ll love it
But the truths opposite
Let it RIP
I don’t posses no P’s
But I still write a hit
And hype it up with my G’s
That’s me


Chorus

So what's kraken’ whats crackin
Monday made the beat
Then on Tuesday put the rap in
Uh cause we do this outta passion
Putting in peas
Even though we ain’t gone platinum
Uh so whats happening whats happening
I’m in three year old trainers
While their bussin’ high fashion
Uh well you can just imagine
Won’t get a round of applause
But still we keep the beat clappin’

Verse 2
Watching films up in Genesis
And in the evening
You might hear me in the Premises
Making tunes about the past
And tryna reminisce
About our schemes
Someone would say
“Pass me a tenna quick”
You know you had that clique
Where friends would really click
The love was really deep
But not the kind that’s intimate
Banter was really sick
Come like we”re Phif and Tip
One would start a sentence
And the other one would finish it
And there was one
Who always took it too far
And one that always had the P’s
And had a nice car
And one who always had beef
And tried recruiting ya
Na I don’t want no fights today
Look I’m going yard
At some point
The talk would make it back to music
And the kid that’s mad illusive
Starts to spit the bars that stupid
And when the wack one
Tries to grab the mic
We have to mute it
I don’t have to tell you
Cause your crew has been through it

Chorus
So what's kraken’ whats crackin
Monday made the beat
Then on Tuesday put the rap in
Uh cause we do this outta passion
Putting in peas
Even though we ain’t gone platinum
Uh so whats happening whats happening
I’m in three year old trainers
While their bussin’ high fashion
Uh well you can just imagine
Won’t get a round of applause
But still we keep the beat clappin’