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Meanwhile In The West (ft. A10si​́​n)

from WYLMBY? by IIIA

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An auditory detour that's an ode to Southern hip-hop. I got family in Louisiana and I always wanted to make an old school grimy southern beat with an alternative twist. So I did just that

lyrics

All my killers ready to roll
You know
X told you hell is hot
I'm here to tell you
It's cold
Ice on your neck a cheque
If you know you know
Ninth circle no respect
That's the place we go

Let's talk about it
So many cheques cleared
Need a money counter
You can't count on her since last encounter
Still end up fucking on the counter
Young, wild and free, no Americana
They said you can free pain by hitting ganja
Adding comas, scrounging bars up
Pac said fuck the world no condom
I can't condone
No protection
Weaponry make me feel at home
I make a dirty Harry look stylish
Just from aiming at one direction
One wrong turn
Imma chip his dome
Boy drop bands when he see a Smith and Wesson
Money useless when your life's a loan
I'm okay long as AK's at home
Bullet graze his flesh
Change his skin tone
Thought he was a soldier
Now he kiss his girl through a cellphone
Fuck with me famo
The wordplay ammo
The punchline clipped
I say it, don't spray it
That's marksmanship
Put your ashes in my rollie
Spark
Wait, wait, wait wait
Then hit

All my killers ready to roll
You know
X told you hell is hot
I'm here to tell you
It's cold
Ice on your neck a cheque
If you know you know
Ninth circle no respect
That's the place we go

I get took back
By these fuckin gun raps
You couldn't stomach a slug
You're not a hood rat
Now let me push facts
You never pushed packs
Ain't got the run of the jungle
Ah would ya shush lad
Ain't dealing with much muck with mud flaps
Wishing you were from the gutter gives me such laughs
Every stutter that you utter about your rough past
A father and a mother that helped you touch grass
A good dad, with a loving mum
In a big warm house in the sullen slums
You get a sudden rush from the dullest sun
Calls himself the plug 'cause he's the dumbest son
The big, bad crook, he's the rugged one
Until he gets that book and he's undergunned
Never seemed so shook and now he suffers none
Because he hung himself according to the mother's tongue

credits

from WYLMBY?, released May 28, 2023
Produced and written by: Ikenna Anyabuike
Featuring: A10sín

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IIIA Galway, Ireland

I started making music when I was probably around 12, I used to record songs and I had an overlay feature on my phone. It'd let me express myself. Songs were terrible but I had fun, it was therapeutic. 10 years later it still is. I think the songs are better now though ... more

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