Q-Heffna/2Deep

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(Chorus) Hey, hey heyeah heyeah Hey-hey-hey Hey hey hey hey Hey hey heyeah (2x)

I remember the times/when I ain't feel like tryin
getting high/like flyin/when I felt like dyin
And now/it's on my other talents I'm relyin
so in a certain sense/you could say it's freedom that I'm buyin
and tryin/to take these charges in the multiples
Remember the close calls/and record em in the vocal booth
This goes out/to the dudes who never broke the truth
but listened quietly and lied still/never spoke the proof!
I bout to blow/like coke/ in the coupe with the open roof
And like a telescope on them stars/I be focused too
It's fucked up/when you're fucked up/they don't notice you
but when you come up/off dumb luck/fate approaches you
I/used to/lay low/the way the Lotus do
and every song wasn't flame throw/but I wrote a few
They call me Heffna/cuz the chicks are hardly slow to screw
and jump at the chance/to drop their pants/cuz they know it's Q
You're probably thinkin/"Damn, why is bro so rude"
but I'm just givin ya'll a fair chance/to get to know the dude
(chorus)

I remember I used to be/low down dirty and fucked up
Now I can't see nothin/outside of that Benz truck
All eyes on me/peeps stop with the lens stuck
in my face/like a gun/ when your number's/been plucked
They don't know/I slept/by the water and stairwells
Came up briefly on those liqs/when I stuck kids like hair gel
See, that's the difference between my/and their hell
I danced with the devil a couple of times/but I faired well
There's secrets of this life that I wouldn't dare tell
cuz if I did/me and my Co-d's would be in paired cells
but since I'm free/I'm kinda lovin the way the air smells
while I reminisce on carried extra clips and spare shells
I know you love to hear the truth/cuz despair sells
just as well as when I'm recounting various per-ils
I don't/rip verses/I spit curses and so I tear spells
while you rappers shootin blanks/like a nigga who's ster-ile
(chorus)

I remember the parties/drama, bull-shit/and blood-shed
I remember how we survived/but/ some of us dead
I remember sniffin coke until our nostrils were crust-ed
and givin it to bitches that shoulda never been trust-ed
I remember long nights/and those/ mornings after
I remember gun shots/and walking TOWARDS the clapper
The cops show up/and everybody scatters
washing blood off my clothes and my hands/like it didn't matter
Now it's different/everybody wants to chatter
and won't stand up for shit/unless it's on that ladder
that leads the timid/straight up into the hereafter
By that time/it's over cuz their peace of mind is shattered
I can't change what I've done/or turn tears into laughter
but what I CAN do/is choose/ to walk/ through greener pastures
People always askin me/why was I always plastered
Cuz life was one of the bitches that made me a bastard
(chorus)

Hey (I remember)

Master marksmen/spittin metaphorical miracles
to give you the holy ghost/even if you ain't spiritual
I invent intelligent/and innovative material
to put you in the ground/and use your bullshit for your burial
Or I'll use steel hammers to make/still bullets aerial
Either way/when I'm done spittin/there ain't nothing sparing you
I'm daring you/to try and match wits with the kid
I'll break you like match sticks/and match your wits to a skid
There's hardly shit I ain't did/'cept pay the price with a bid
cuz every time I did a crime I wore a mask and I slid
See it's hard for you to understand the shit that I did
cuz you have the brain and body of an invalid
but it's aight/I'll break it down/for your tiny intellect
don't blame no one but yourself/if you gets no respect
cuz I earned it/making niggas duck a hook and a choke-hold
Making niggas fold like my bills/when they tried to get bold
My legacy is untold/but every motherfucka knows/
it's Heffna/and I'm a living legend wit the hoes
from/ stuffing their throats/to curling back their toes
kinda like I drop jaws/when I'm droppin the flows
In EH/beat downs/is a regular occurance
that's probably why Hartford is the home of insurance
Sleep on what we bout/and you know we'll flip in a minute
throw a couple blows/grab you by your head and then spin it/while you're grinning
Go head endorse/ your belief in that bullshit
class clowns did well/but it's real niggas that rule shit
I duel wit/niggas that my real niggas ain't cool wit
and fool wit/mad bitches from/chocolate to cool whip
you knew this/saw me with your bitch in the club
think she's rubbin on my dick/but she's rubbin on the snub
Saw you eyeing/why you trying to get that ass embarrassed
take you to the balcony/and throw you over the terrace
I'm the clearest/choice for lavish language and lyrical fitness
with a slickness/that's too quick for the human mind to witness
I did business with/gangstas, stick-up kids, and bold felons
Niggas that/took doe, merchandise, and popped melons
I was the/quiet nigga kept my thoughts to myself
until I realized/ that shit was just/ bad for my health
Now I flip/like a motherfucking gymnast's cell phone
Take you apart/and use your bloody limbs for my throne
Bet you can't beat me in this zone/I got 5 on it
Fingers creepin on the chrome/and let fly hornets
That fries don't it/got you lookin like a donut
hole in the middle/sprinkles all on top of your Jordans
According/to your stories you're acquainted with whoring
but I was a pimp before your mom's insides/I was exploring
before you were born and/sucking on those swollen ass titties
I was/exploring the city watching niggas get gritty
What a pity/coulda been a one-hit won-der
made a kid blunder/now you hear the 4 5th thunder
I'm not the one to/be the lab rat for your theories
Wanna test my heart cuz in your heart you know that you fear me
I'm leery/when you're near me/ keep your hands open clearly
cuz I merely/have to cut your face to keep your eyes tearing
What you're hearing is the realness spilling outta my lungs
through my esophagus/and leaking out over my gums
The place that I'm from/EH/ain't the place for no punks
Unless you want niggas to take your bread/and steal all your crumbs
You either fight or run/either or/now/you decide
You might as well commit suicide/cuz you will never ride
Elephant hide/couldn't even make you tougher
A sand paper suit/dawg/wouldn't make you rougher
Fuck with my family/nigga/and I'll make you suffer
Put a gun to her head/and shoot you through your mother
Make you hover like/rattling chains/and bed sheets
Like parachute men falling/when/the feds creep
Semi-automatics and blades/for when it gets deep
Let's see/make me prove it like/geo-me-try
Evidently/you're not on my pedigrees symmetry
I'm deadly no matter how much men be trying to limit me
and it'll be/one of the ugliest things that you will ever see
your destiny/flashing/before you hit the ground with a gushing bleed
You crushing me is a joke/now go head and tell it
I'm shot-gun shellin/spittin out about 8 pellets
It don't mean you don't stink/just cuz you can't smell it
Your CD's like your ass dawg/you can't sell it
but I can/to me you're worth about twenty dollars
the price it takes for me/to cop another box of them hollows
I ain't poppin bottles/I'm poppin collars/makin you holla
Fillin your whole model with pot holes/and that goes for those patos that follow
Put you in the dirt/and kick you in the mud while you wallow!

The Resume (freestyle)

(Chorus)
Home is a place surrounded by barbs and wire
uniformed guards/fences, and cold con-crete
I/ don't/ wanna be here until my sen-tence ex-pires
I can't wait/ until they roll the gates/and I hit that street
Cuz home is a place/home/ is a place (then humming begins)
(verse)
I call it home/but I'm not at home in this place
Caught up/and stuck/on the wrong side of the gates
The fact that I'm here is a fluke/or better yet a mistake
but if you/knew my history you might choose/ to call it fate
If they/knew half the shit that I did/and got away
I'd be shackled by the waist/and never see the light of day
So I should be thankful/it's for the petty crimes I gotta pay
And I am/so at night/I give thanks when I pray
I used to never leave the house/without the gun and the blade
Buried memories with the bottle/bloody tools with the spade
Late nights/I'd rob spots/til they blew up like a grenade
or run up on you from the dark and hit your face with the spray
The only thing that gave me pause/was the thought of an early grave
Never thought I'd lose everything I had/except for the pain
or that the sun would be a rumor heard/like the feeling of rain
Never hesitated with the pills, weed or the caine
or the knife/Never thought I'd see the judge to explain
that it was my fault/but I didn't wanna take the blame
It was the hand that I was dealt/simply caught up in the game, (yeah)
(chorus)

Now that I'm here/my spirit/is the meaning of death
Feels like/the walls are surely, slowly stealing my breath
Since my arrest/time has been revealing my friends
After a month/it's hard to find/any that's left
Alienation/is the word that I think/describes it best
When you leave from their sight/loyalty is put to the test
Close my eyes at night/but I barely sleep/I rest
Nightmares/keep me up/with/their regular threats
Mostly/I dream of freedom but/nevertheless
I wake up/and have to steady and/measure my breath
The heaviest chest/is the one/with a fresh heart of stone
The one who's weight/is/suddenly carried alone
No visits/no letters/or simple chats on the phone
This shit/is cutting my heart straight through the bone
You don't/ need to pretend/I'll snip/ those loose ends
Cut those weak ties/and rely/on true friends
I'ma keep it real/even if I have to do it alone
One-hundred and/50 percent/man wait til I get...

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(Chorus) Hey, hey heyeah heyeah Hey-hey-hey Hey hey hey hey Hey hey heyeah (2x)

I remember the times/when I ain't feel like tryin
getting high/like flyin/when I felt like dyin
And now/it's on my other talents I'm relyin
so in a certain sense/you could say it's freedom that I'm buyin
and tryin/to take these charges in the multiples
Remember the close calls/and record em in the vocal booth
This goes out/to the dudes who never broke the truth
but listened quietly and lied still/never spoke the proof!
I bout to blow/like coke/ in the coupe with the open roof
And like a telescope on them stars/I be focused too
It's fucked up/when you're fucked up/they don't notice you
but when you come up/off dumb luck/fate approaches you
I/used to/lay low/the way the Lotus do
and every song wasn't flame throw/but I wrote a few
They call me Heffna/cuz the chicks are hardly slow to screw
and jump at the chance/to drop their pants/cuz they know it's Q
You're probably thinkin/"Damn, why is bro so rude"
but I'm just givin ya'll a fair chance/to get to know the dude
(chorus)

I remember I used to be/low down dirty and fucked up
Now I can't see nothin/outside of that Benz truck
All eyes on me/peeps stop with the lens stuck
in my face/like a gun/ when your number's/been plucked
They don't know/I slept/by the water and stairwells
Came up briefly on those liqs/when I stuck kids like hair gel
See, that's the difference between my/and their hell
I danced with the devil a couple of times/but I faired well
There's secrets of this life that I wouldn't dare tell
cuz if I did/me and my Co-d's would be in paired cells
but since I'm free/I'm kinda lovin the way the air smells
while I reminisce on carried extra clips and spare shells
I know you love to hear the truth/cuz despair sells
just as well as when I'm recounting various per-ils
I don't/rip verses/I spit curses and so I tear spells
while you rappers shootin blanks/like a nigga who's ster-ile
(chorus)

I remember the parties/drama, bull-shit/and blood-shed
I remember how we survived/but/ some of us dead
I remember sniffin coke until our nostrils were crust-ed
and givin it to bitches that shoulda never been trust-ed
I remember long nights/and those/ mornings after
I remember gun shots/and walking TOWARDS the clapper
The cops show up/and everybody scatters
washing blood off my clothes and my hands/like it didn't matter
Now it's different/everybody wants to chatter
and won't stand up for shit/unless it's on that ladder
that leads the timid/straight up into the hereafter
By that time/it's over cuz their peace of mind is shattered
I can't change what I've done/or turn tears into laughter
but what I CAN do/is choose/ to walk/ through greener pastures
People always askin me/why was I always plastered
Cuz life was one of the bitches that made me a bastard
(chorus)

Hey (I remember)

Master marksmen/spittin metaphorical miracles
to give you the holy ghost/even if you ain't spiritual
I invent intelligent/and innovative material
to put you in the ground/and use your bullshit for your burial
Or I'll use steel hammers to make/still bullets aerial
Either way/when I'm done spittin/there ain't nothing sparing you
I'm daring you/to try and match wits with the kid
I'll break you like match sticks/and match your wits to a skid
There's hardly shit I ain't did/'cept pay the price with a bid
cuz every time I did a crime I wore a mask and I slid
See it's hard for you to understand the shit that I did
cuz you have the brain and body of an invalid
but it's aight/I'll break it down/for your tiny intellect
don't blame no one but yourself/if you gets no respect
cuz I earned it/making niggas duck a hook and a choke-hold
Making niggas fold like my bills/when they tried to get bold
My legacy is untold/but every motherfucka knows/
it's Heffna/and I'm a living legend wit the hoes
from/ stuffing their throats/to curling back their toes
kinda like I drop jaws/when I'm droppin the flows
In EH/beat downs/is a regular occurance
that's probably why Hartford is the home of insurance
Sleep on what we bout/and you know we'll flip in a minute
throw a couple blows/grab you by your head and then spin it/while you're grinning
Go head endorse/ your belief in that bullshit
class clowns did well/but it's real niggas that rule shit
I duel wit/niggas that my real niggas ain't cool wit
and fool wit/mad bitches from/chocolate to cool whip
you knew this/saw me with your bitch in the club
think she's rubbin on my dick/but she's rubbin on the snub
Saw you eyeing/why you trying to get that ass embarrassed
take you to the balcony/and throw you over the terrace
I'm the clearest/choice for lavish language and lyrical fitness
with a slickness/that's too quick for the human mind to witness
I did business with/gangstas, stick-up kids, and bold felons
Niggas that/took doe, merchandise, and popped melons
I was the/quiet nigga kept my thoughts to myself
until I realized/ that shit was just/ bad for my health
Now I flip/like a motherfucking gymnast's cell phone
Take you apart/and use your bloody limbs for my throne
Bet you can't beat me in this zone/I got 5 on it
Fingers creepin on the chrome/and let fly hornets
That fries don't it/got you lookin like a donut
hole in the middle/sprinkles all on top of your Jordans
According/to your stories you're acquainted with whoring
but I was a pimp before your mom's insides/I was exploring
before you were born and/sucking on those swollen ass titties
I was/exploring the city watching niggas get gritty
What a pity/coulda been a one-hit won-der
made a kid blunder/now you hear the 4 5th thunder
I'm not the one to/be the lab rat for your theories
Wanna test my heart cuz in your heart you know that you fear me
I'm leery/when you're near me/ keep your hands open clearly
cuz I merely/have to cut your face to keep your eyes tearing
What you're hearing is the realness spilling outta my lungs
through my esophagus/and leaking out over my gums
The place that I'm from/EH/ain't the place for no punks
Unless you want niggas to take your bread/and steal all your crumbs
You either fight or run/either or/now/you decide
You might as well commit suicide/cuz you will never ride
Elephant hide/couldn't even make you tougher
A sand paper suit/dawg/wouldn't make you rougher
Fuck with my family/nigga/and I'll make you suffer
Put a gun to her head/and shoot you through your mother
Make you hover like/rattling chains/and bed sheets
Like parachute men falling/when/the feds creep
Semi-automatics and blades/for when it gets deep
Let's see/make me prove it like/geo-me-try
Evidently/you're not on my pedigrees symmetry
I'm deadly no matter how much men be trying to limit me
and it'll be/one of the ugliest things that you will ever see
your destiny/flashing/before you hit the ground with a gushing bleed
You crushing me is a joke/now go head and tell it
I'm shot-gun shellin/spittin out about 8 pellets
It don't mean you don't stink/just cuz you can't smell it
Your CD's like your ass dawg/you can't sell it
but I can/to me you're worth about twenty dollars
the price it takes for me/to cop another box of them hollows
I ain't poppin bottles/I'm poppin collars/makin you holla
Fillin your whole model with pot holes/and that goes for those patos that follow
Put you in the dirt/and kick you in the mud while you wallow!

The Resume (freestyle)

(Chorus)
Home is a place surrounded by barbs and wire
uniformed guards/fences, and cold con-crete
I/ don't/ wanna be here until my sen-tence ex-pires
I can't wait/ until they roll the gates/and I hit that street
Cuz home is a place/home/ is a place (then humming begins)
(verse)
I call it home/but I'm not at home in this place
Caught up/and stuck/on the wrong side of the gates
The fact that I'm here is a fluke/or better yet a mistake
but if you/knew my history you might choose/ to call it fate
If they/knew half the shit that I did/and got away
I'd be shackled by the waist/and never see the light of day
So I should be thankful/it's for the petty crimes I gotta pay
And I am/so at night/I give thanks when I pray
I used to never leave the house/without the gun and the blade
Buried memories with the bottle/bloody tools with the spade
Late nights/I'd rob spots/til they blew up like a grenade
or run up on you from the dark and hit your face with the spray
The only thing that gave me pause/was the thought of an early grave
Never thought I'd lose everything I had/except for the pain
or that the sun would be a rumor heard/like the feeling of rain
Never hesitated with the pills, weed or the caine
or the knife/Never thought I'd see the judge to explain
that it was my fault/but I didn't wanna take the blame
It was the hand that I was dealt/simply caught up in the game, (yeah)
(chorus)

Now that I'm here/my spirit/is the meaning of death
Feels like/the walls are surely, slowly stealing my breath
Since my arrest/time has been revealing my friends
After a month/it's hard to find/any that's left
Alienation/is the word that I think/describes it best
When you leave from their sight/loyalty is put to the test
Close my eyes at night/but I barely sleep/I rest
Nightmares/keep me up/with/their regular threats
Mostly/I dream of freedom but/nevertheless
I wake up/and have to steady and/measure my breath
The heaviest chest/is the one/with a fresh heart of stone
The one who's weight/is/suddenly carried alone
No visits/no letters/or simple chats on the phone
This shit/is cutting my heart straight through the bone
You don't/ need to pretend/I'll snip/ those loose ends
Cut those weak ties/and rely/on true friends
I'ma keep it real/even if I have to do it alone
One-hundred and/50 percent/man wait til I get...

Home

(Chorus)
Where are all my hard ones/with Spar-tan/blood in their body
niggas want it/some-times/they/get it with the shottie
How many hard ones/with Spar-tan/blood in their body
make em lose car-tons/of blood/from their body/anybody, Hey
(verse)
Where are all my hard ones/with Spar-tan/blood in their body
niggas start some/with us and get/laid like Pilates
I'm not about dumb/niggas/splittin homos is a hobby
Where I'm from/you can get it/even if you're with your hottie
And you goon/wannabees/stay the fxxx/from around me
I'm a boss/if you want a job/give me 3ft homie//
Trust/I cut and bust/those/main art-er-ies//
Give em every crumb/ of those dum-dums/from ar-till-ery//
We stand in front of/your scum bums/while they barking
Pull your cards/and our guns/and the clappin gets to starting (2 double hand claps with the beat here)
This isn't just a song/no/bitches it's a warning
Try some shit/in the night/you might not make it to the morning
When it's done/then it's done/and we're never feeling sorry
We don't do it outta fear/it's for the love/and the glory
If you wanna/find out/then go head and ignore me
but if not/stand down/and live to see another day!
(Chorus)
We're not just/hard bodies/but/hard men-tal-ities
Hard times/hard solutions/rippin niggas kid-neys
Real shit/we ain't playin/we ain't showing mer-cy
Your beggin from the/ wrong clique/if you're seekin pi-ty
Hit you up/where you at/if the shit is necessary
Wrap you up/in them bags/and your ass is getting buried
Ain't no crying or excuses/all that bullshit you can spare me
You're the weak/we're the strong/we're the brave/and you're the scary
We're comin through/after dark/to prep you for the cemetary
Hands and feet/head or teeth/they won't recognize the body
It's us/not the goons/that you never wanna see//
So don't beg/for your life/cuz it wasn't meant to be
If you cross/the wrong ones/then you name gets sent to me//
Pop up in your space/and erase/everything that's in my way
(Chorus)
Niggas screaming, "Why me"/and/ then they get to running
Ain't no mistaken/ID/we know exactly who we're wanting
We ain't takin/jewl-ry/you'll be shining in the coffin
We be makin fools bleed/and it happens very often
And we're waiting/to see/if you're catching what we're tossing
If you fakin/2Deep/use the knife to spread your frosting
So play it cool, please/cuz my patience is exhausted
They be going/through me/if they want em in those boxes
And I mean the/same thing/if they want em taken hostage
Do the same to the game/cuz I keep spittin that hot shit
Cer-ti-fied straight flame/like the ass end of a rocket
Like you'll feel/in your brain/if you start actin obnoxious
So watch/how you play/you ain't knowing who you're tauntin
Just one more/funny comment/and I'll spear you like a Spartan
This is for my sons/hired guns/that be reppin for their projects
who get their hands/on the funds/leaving niggas leaking logic, hey
(Chorus 2x)

Hard Ones (The Spartan song)

You bitch-asses/bout to make me open the dresser
pull out/the black pistol/and screw on the suppressor
Nigga'll send ya/right over the edge of the living
for running/with the money/or for running wit snitches
I'm gunning your witness/now/you ain't running for fitness
You tryin to beat death/but/you can't save your existence
I'll give you the business/end/of a double edge blade
and leave you in them streets/just like trash/after a parade
It's hard to explain/how complications made me insane
Basically it was the pain/that left me mentally stained
I go with the grain/until/I can't take it no more
then I tap your jaw/and YOU/take a nap on the floor
but if you try to escalate it/like a moving staircase
I might just/ turn your face/into open air space
You can get it/with a knife, gun, pen/ or a stick
I'm good with all of the above/so you can take your pick
The man is sick/no/not a pa-cif-ist
I'll pass you clips/single file/outta the 5th
You worth-a-less/a waste/you ain't built for this
You shoot and miss/I shoot/and it's the earth you kiss

You can get it

Take it from me/my niggas will give it to you
You don't wanna joke/with this shit/I'm spittin to you
I'm with them/career criminals/zeros before the decimals
In private/or at festivals/you'll get it like the rest of em
So don't try testing/I'll pass/you'll fail miserable
We can't be beat/any attempt is pitiful
You saw two deer/I mean, you made a couple bucks
Keep it in the trunk/cuz you get/robbed every month
You's a punk/bout to get taken off like wet clothes
Heff knows/remember that/when your head blows
Hit up from the back you'll never even see who sent those
vet pros/cold like air when your breath shows
Nigga get low/this ain't somethin' you should fxxx wit
You don't run shit/but your mouth/now your tongue's bit
You being dumb bitch/I stay in them streets like hy-drants
getting violent/and you know we do it in silence
That's the time, kid/ I get on/niggas like poison ivy
don't believe me try me/why you think they wanna sign me?
To put a stop to/you bitch niggas nursery rhyming
It's the perfect timing/you bitches busted like a hymen
I can see you cryin/"Why he throw us all on front street?"
Cuz you say you hot/but/you ain't never felt heat
I'm HOT/like the planet Mercury/and your plots for murkin me
Hotter than the laser docs are using for your surgery
So If you plan on hurtin me/listen with the urgency
I used to see it perfectly/but now your death's a blur to me
I KNOW you heard of me/I'm the shit like sewer pipes
You mistaken if you thinkin/that/me and you alike
Naw/you the type/to get your shit left leakin
Ain't no time for preachin/once your bitches start screamin
Ain't no getting even/the odds of that are real slim
So consider that/if you thinkin you wanna kill him

Untitled

I'm about to evacuate your soul/from your body
Hit you with gauge on the driver's side/and tell you to ride shottie
It doesn't matter to me//you-can-try-stopping
death from these streets/but you'll only die sobbing
There's your guy bobbing/on top of those waves
District attorney/had me worried/now I'm beatin the case
Beatin the brakes/of niggas that I stuck like paste
cut em up like birthday cake/and leave their body for the jakes
"It's so sad, what a waste"/is what they gon' say
but if my name comes out your mouth/believe you gon' pay
Re-ceive the gun spray/deceased you gon' lay
release and run way/then creep til Sun-day
Re-peat/the dump-ing/til your whole crew's finished
And I'll tell you/ some-thing/your witness better mind his business
I'm not kiddin/when it comes to this shit here/I'm a master
Put you in the wall/and hide your ass with the plaster

Evacuation

(chorus)
No matter how mad I get/he feeling doesn't stay
cuz I love you/endlessly
How can I be mad/when it's my fault in the first?
Yeah/I guess/that's what hurts me the worst


Ev-er-y song/we used to dance to/reminds me of you
and every/sad one that's new/you ruin it too
I can't believe that/after all we've been through
you could turn your back/and act/like our love wasn't true
Like we were a/story told/in the stormy cold/weather
to keep new couples/in love/together
If asked if I'd ever leave/I would have to say never
Now I'm feeling like the opposite of clever
I tried my best/baby/with the love and trust
but who knew/the roof above us/would bust
Who knew/that/you would trade love/ for lust
of the greener moss/on the other side of the truss//
How do you/convince someone/that they're meant for you?
You don't/cuz if they were/then you wouldn't have to.
There would be no argument/if you were meant for me
So maybe/we WEREN'T meant to be/ba-by
(chorus)

Yeah, I'll take the blame/but we both know the story
you had my everything/but you weren't ready for me
When you/finally were/I was already hurt
and after that/of your love/I could never be sure
But I wanted you more/than prisoners want freedom
Obstacles/cluttered our path/but I just wouldn't see them
Now I see/cuz hindsight's 20/20
No matter how far you pushed/back to you I kept coming
and would have/but I got tired of running//
Now you've turned your back to me/like the winter wind
Where your faith in me ends/is where my pain begins
Taking you for granted/was my fatal sin
For another chance/I risk life and limb--again
I can't/take it back/my mind is stained
Our/memories will never/go away
No matter how mad I get/the feeling won't stay
cuz I love you/end-less-ly (c'mon)
(chorus)

The worst/is the fact/we're so fargne
and you chose/to forget me/and move on
Worse than that/is that/in the middle of this
is the suffering/of/both of our kids
Compared to that/my pain is like a gnat
on your windshield/wiped away/like the splat
I/turned my back/on my friends loyalty
and you went/and forgot about me//
Maybe that's/exactly how/you should react
Maybe I deserve that/for not keeping/us intact
As you wish/you can regret/or lament/the past
til your heart's content/but it won't change it back
Still won't/resurrect chances/from the ash
into the opportunities that you lost/or passed//
You said my next chance was gonna be the last
now in my ears/your name is broken glass
You said my next chance was gonna be my last
now in my ears/your name is broken glass (c'mon)

(chorus)

Endlessly

My Uploads

(Chorus) Hey, hey heyeah heyeah Hey-hey-hey Hey hey hey hey Hey hey heyeah (2x)

I remember the times/when I ain't feel like tryin
getting high/like flyin/when I felt like dyin
And now/it's on my other talents I'm relyin
so in a certain sense/you could say it's freedom that I'm buyin
and tryin/to take these charges in the multiples
Remember the close calls/and record em in the vocal booth
This goes out/to the dudes who never broke the truth
but listened quietly and lied still/never spoke the proof!
I bout to blow/like coke/ in the coupe with the open roof
And like a telescope on them stars/I be focused too
It's fucked up/when you're fucked up/they don't notice you
but when you come up/off dumb luck/fate approaches you
I/used to/lay low/the way the Lotus do
and every song wasn't flame throw/but I wrote a few
They call me Heffna/cuz the chicks are hardly slow to screw
and jump at the chance/to drop their pants/cuz they know it's Q
You're probably thinkin/"Damn, why is bro so rude"
but I'm just givin ya'll a fair chance/to get to know the dude
(chorus)

I remember I used to be/low down dirty and fucked up
Now I can't see nothin/outside of that Benz truck
All eyes on me/peeps stop with the lens stuck
in my face/like a gun/ when your number's/been plucked
They don't know/I slept/by the water and stairwells
Came up briefly on those liqs/when I stuck kids like hair gel
See, that's the difference between my/and their hell
I danced with the devil a couple of times/but I faired well
There's secrets of this life that I wouldn't dare tell
cuz if I did/me and my Co-d's would be in paired cells
but since I'm free/I'm kinda lovin the way the air smells
while I reminisce on carried extra clips and spare shells
I know you love to hear the truth/cuz despair sells
just as well as when I'm recounting various per-ils
I don't/rip verses/I spit curses and so I tear spells
while you rappers shootin blanks/like a nigga who's ster-ile
(chorus)

I remember the parties/drama, bull-shit/and blood-shed
I remember how we survived/but/ some of us dead
I remember sniffin coke until our nostrils were crust-ed
and givin it to bitches that shoulda never been trust-ed
I remember long nights/and those/ mornings after
I remember gun shots/and walking TOWARDS the clapper
The cops show up/and everybody scatters
washing blood off my clothes and my hands/like it didn't matter
Now it's different/everybody wants to chatter
and won't stand up for shit/unless it's on that ladder
that leads the timid/straight up into the hereafter
By that time/it's over cuz their peace of mind is shattered
I can't change what I've done/or turn tears into laughter
but what I CAN do/is choose/ to walk/ through greener pastures
People always askin me/why was I always plastered
Cuz life was one of the bitches that made me a bastard
(chorus)

Hey (I remember)

Master marksmen/spittin metaphorical miracles
to give you the holy ghost/even if you ain't spiritual
I invent intelligent/and innovative material
to put you in the ground/and use your bullshit for your burial
Or I'll use steel hammers to make/still bullets aerial
Either way/when I'm done spittin/there ain't nothing sparing you
I'm daring you/to try and match wits with the kid
I'll break you like match sticks/and match your wits to a skid
There's hardly shit I ain't did/'cept pay the price with a bid
cuz every time I did a crime I wore a mask and I slid
See it's hard for you to understand the shit that I did
cuz you have the brain and body of an invalid
but it's aight/I'll break it down/for your tiny intellect
don't blame no one but yourself/if you gets no respect
cuz I earned it/making niggas duck a hook and a choke-hold
Making niggas fold like my bills/when they tried to get bold
My legacy is untold/but every motherfucka knows/
it's Heffna/and I'm a living legend wit the hoes
from/ stuffing their throats/to curling back their toes
kinda like I drop jaws/when I'm droppin the flows
In EH/beat downs/is a regular occurance
that's probably why Hartford is the home of insurance
Sleep on what we bout/and you know we'll flip in a minute
throw a couple blows/grab you by your head and then spin it/while you're grinning
Go head endorse/ your belief in that bullshit
class clowns did well/but it's real niggas that rule shit
I duel wit/niggas that my real niggas ain't cool wit
and fool wit/mad bitches from/chocolate to cool whip
you knew this/saw me with your bitch in the club
think she's rubbin on my dick/but she's rubbin on the snub
Saw you eyeing/why you trying to get that ass embarrassed
take you to the balcony/and throw you over the terrace
I'm the clearest/choice for lavish language and lyrical fitness
with a slickness/that's too quick for the human mind to witness
I did business with/gangstas, stick-up kids, and bold felons
Niggas that/took doe, merchandise, and popped melons
I was the/quiet nigga kept my thoughts to myself
until I realized/ that shit was just/ bad for my health
Now I flip/like a motherfucking gymnast's cell phone
Take you apart/and use your bloody limbs for my throne
Bet you can't beat me in this zone/I got 5 on it
Fingers creepin on the chrome/and let fly hornets
That fries don't it/got you lookin like a donut
hole in the middle/sprinkles all on top of your Jordans
According/to your stories you're acquainted with whoring
but I was a pimp before your mom's insides/I was exploring
before you were born and/sucking on those swollen ass titties
I was/exploring the city watching niggas get gritty
What a pity/coulda been a one-hit won-der
made a kid blunder/now you hear the 4 5th thunder
I'm not the one to/be the lab rat for your theories
Wanna test my heart cuz in your heart you know that you fear me
I'm leery/when you're near me/ keep your hands open clearly
cuz I merely/have to cut your face to keep your eyes tearing
What you're hearing is the realness spilling outta my lungs
through my esophagus/and leaking out over my gums
The place that I'm from/EH/ain't the place for no punks
Unless you want niggas to take your bread/and steal all your crumbs
You either fight or run/either or/now/you decide
You might as well commit suicide/cuz you will never ride
Elephant hide/couldn't even make you tougher
A sand paper suit/dawg/wouldn't make you rougher
Fuck with my family/nigga/and I'll make you suffer
Put a gun to her head/and shoot you through your mother
Make you hover like/rattling chains/and bed sheets
Like parachute men falling/when/the feds creep
Semi-automatics and blades/for when it gets deep
Let's see/make me prove it like/geo-me-try
Evidently/you're not on my pedigrees symmetry
I'm deadly no matter how much men be trying to limit me
and it'll be/one of the ugliest things that you will ever see
your destiny/flashing/before you hit the ground with a gushing bleed
You crushing me is a joke/now go head and tell it
I'm shot-gun shellin/spittin out about 8 pellets
It don't mean you don't stink/just cuz you can't smell it
Your CD's like your ass dawg/you can't sell it
but I can/to me you're worth about twenty dollars
the price it takes for me/to cop another box of them hollows
I ain't poppin bottles/I'm poppin collars/makin you holla
Fillin your whole model with pot holes/and that goes for those patos that follow
Put you in the dirt/and kick you in the mud while you wallow!

The Resume (freestyle)

(Chorus)
Home is a place surrounded by barbs and wire
uniformed guards/fences, and cold con-crete
I/ don't/ wanna be here until my sen-tence ex-pires
I can't wait/ until they roll the gates/and I hit that street
Cuz home is a place/home/ is a place (then humming begins)
(verse)
I call it home/but I'm not at home in this place
Caught up/and stuck/on the wrong side of the gates
The fact that I'm here is a fluke/or better yet a mistake
but if you/knew my history you might choose/ to call it fate
If they/knew half the shit that I did/and got away
I'd be shackled by the waist/and never see the light of day
So I should be thankful/it's for the petty crimes I gotta pay
And I am/so at night/I give thanks when I pray
I used to never leave the house/without the gun and the blade
Buried memories with the bottle/bloody tools with the spade
Late nights/I'd rob spots/til they blew up like a grenade
or run up on you from the dark and hit your face with the spray
The only thing that gave me pause/was the thought of an early grave
Never thought I'd lose everything I had/except for the pain
or that the sun would be a rumor heard/like the feeling of rain
Never hesitated with the pills, weed or the caine
or the knife/Never thought I'd see the judge to explain
that it was my fault/but I didn't wanna take the blame
It was the hand that I was dealt/simply caught up in the game, (yeah)
(chorus)

Now that I'm here/my spirit/is the meaning of death
Feels like/the walls are surely, slowly stealing my breath
Since my arrest/time has been revealing my friends
After a month/it's hard to find/any that's left
Alienation/is the word that I think/describes it best
When you leave from their sight/loyalty is put to the test
Close my eyes at night/but I barely sleep/I rest
Nightmares/keep me up/with/their regular threats
Mostly/I dream of freedom but/nevertheless
I wake up/and have to steady and/measure my breath
The heaviest chest/is the one/with a fresh heart of stone
The one who's weight/is/suddenly carried alone
No visits/no letters/or simple chats on the phone
This shit/is cutting my heart straight through the bone
You don't/ need to pretend/I'll snip/ those loose ends
Cut those weak ties/and rely/on true friends
I'ma keep it real/even if I have to do it alone
One-hundred and/50 percent/man wait til I get...

Home

(Chorus)
Where are all my hard ones/with Spar-tan/blood in their body
niggas want it/some-times/they/get it with the shottie
How many hard ones/with Spar-tan/blood in their body
make em lose car-tons/of blood/from their body/anybody, Hey
(verse)
Where are all my hard ones/with Spar-tan/blood in their body
niggas start some/with us and get/laid like Pilates
I'm not about dumb/niggas/splittin homos is a hobby
Where I'm from/you can get it/even if you're with your hottie
And you goon/wannabees/stay the fxxx/from around me
I'm a boss/if you want a job/give me 3ft homie//
Trust/I cut and bust/those/main art-er-ies//
Give em every crumb/ of those dum-dums/from ar-till-ery//
We stand in front of/your scum bums/while they barking
Pull your cards/and our guns/and the clappin gets to starting (2 double hand claps with the beat here)
This isn't just a song/no/bitches it's a warning
Try some shit/in the night/you might not make it to the morning
When it's done/then it's done/and we're never feeling sorry
We don't do it outta fear/it's for the love/and the glory
If you wanna/find out/then go head and ignore me
but if not/stand down/and live to see another day!
(Chorus)
We're not just/hard bodies/but/hard men-tal-ities
Hard times/hard solutions/rippin niggas kid-neys
Real shit/we ain't playin/we ain't showing mer-cy
Your beggin from the/ wrong clique/if you're seekin pi-ty
Hit you up/where you at/if the shit is necessary
Wrap you up/in them bags/and your ass is getting buried
Ain't no crying or excuses/all that bullshit you can spare me
You're the weak/we're the strong/we're the brave/and you're the scary
We're comin through/after dark/to prep you for the cemetary
Hands and feet/head or teeth/they won't recognize the body
It's us/not the goons/that you never wanna see//
So don't beg/for your life/cuz it wasn't meant to be
If you cross/the wrong ones/then you name gets sent to me//
Pop up in your space/and erase/everything that's in my way
(Chorus)
Niggas screaming, "Why me"/and/ then they get to running
Ain't no mistaken/ID/we know exactly who we're wanting
We ain't takin/jewl-ry/you'll be shining in the coffin
We be makin fools bleed/and it happens very often
And we're waiting/to see/if you're catching what we're tossing
If you fakin/2Deep/use the knife to spread your frosting
So play it cool, please/cuz my patience is exhausted
They be going/through me/if they want em in those boxes
And I mean the/same thing/if they want em taken hostage
Do the same to the game/cuz I keep spittin that hot shit
Cer-ti-fied straight flame/like the ass end of a rocket
Like you'll feel/in your brain/if you start actin obnoxious
So watch/how you play/you ain't knowing who you're tauntin
Just one more/funny comment/and I'll spear you like a Spartan
This is for my sons/hired guns/that be reppin for their projects
who get their hands/on the funds/leaving niggas leaking logic, hey
(Chorus 2x)

Hard Ones (The Spartan song)

You bitch-asses/bout to make me open the dresser
pull out/the black pistol/and screw on the suppressor
Nigga'll send ya/right over the edge of the living
for running/with the money/or for running wit snitches
I'm gunning your witness/now/you ain't running for fitness
You tryin to beat death/but/you can't save your existence
I'll give you the business/end/of a double edge blade
and leave you in them streets/just like trash/after a parade
It's hard to explain/how complications made me insane
Basically it was the pain/that left me mentally stained
I go with the grain/until/I can't take it no more
then I tap your jaw/and YOU/take a nap on the floor
but if you try to escalate it/like a moving staircase
I might just/ turn your face/into open air space
You can get it/with a knife, gun, pen/ or a stick
I'm good with all of the above/so you can take your pick
The man is sick/no/not a pa-cif-ist
I'll pass you clips/single file/outta the 5th
You worth-a-less/a waste/you ain't built for this
You shoot and miss/I shoot/and it's the earth you kiss

You can get it

Take it from me/my niggas will give it to you
You don't wanna joke/with this shit/I'm spittin to you
I'm with them/career criminals/zeros before the decimals
In private/or at festivals/you'll get it like the rest of em
So don't try testing/I'll pass/you'll fail miserable
We can't be beat/any attempt is pitiful
You saw two deer/I mean, you made a couple bucks
Keep it in the trunk/cuz you get/robbed every month
You's a punk/bout to get taken off like wet clothes
Heff knows/remember that/when your head blows
Hit up from the back you'll never even see who sent those
vet pros/cold like air when your breath shows
Nigga get low/this ain't somethin' you should fxxx wit
You don't run shit/but your mouth/now your tongue's bit
You being dumb bitch/I stay in them streets like hy-drants
getting violent/and you know we do it in silence
That's the time, kid/ I get on/niggas like poison ivy
don't believe me try me/why you think they wanna sign me?
To put a stop to/you bitch niggas nursery rhyming
It's the perfect timing/you bitches busted like a hymen
I can see you cryin/"Why he throw us all on front street?"
Cuz you say you hot/but/you ain't never felt heat
I'm HOT/like the planet Mercury/and your plots for murkin me
Hotter than the laser docs are using for your surgery
So If you plan on hurtin me/listen with the urgency
I used to see it perfectly/but now your death's a blur to me
I KNOW you heard of me/I'm the shit like sewer pipes
You mistaken if you thinkin/that/me and you alike
Naw/you the type/to get your shit left leakin
Ain't no time for preachin/once your bitches start screamin
Ain't no getting even/the odds of that are real slim
So consider that/if you thinkin you wanna kill him

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About Me

Bio

I started writing poetry/stories in elementary school and have been writing in some way, shape, or form ever since! I started to focus on writing rap lyrics more seriously about 10yrs ago and have recorded a few of them over the past few years, however I have recently only been interested writing songs over recording/performing. My rap style is closest to late 90's-early 2000's east coast, hardcore lyricism with a uniqueness that needs to be seen/heard and varies with each song. The poems I write are eclectic and are probably more suitable for R&B/slow/Pop songs. I write about experiences and things that I've heard or were close to as well as whatever comes to mind. For now, most of the songs are lyrics without music, but I may upload me performing some of the songs a capella so you can get the cadence/flow of it. If there is a song or lyrics that you would like to have partially/fully recorded a capella to get a feel for !the song, let me know. **I don't do mumble rap!

CV/History

I attended UCONN for a short time before leaving to pursue full-time employment.. Since then, I've lived a roller coaster of a life and my music reflects that. I've written the book In the Hands of a Killer, and am currently in the middle of my second. I also do voice-over work and have a profile on voices.com. If you have any questions or requests feel free to contact me.

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