Ain't What It Used To Be

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STUDIO

[Intro]
(The game is contaminated, man.)
(Streets ain't what it used to be.)
Criminal

[Verse 1 - Street Message]
(Some underground chemist pulled a file,)
(From nineteen-fifty-eight, (way back)
A formula the Swiss refused to sell,)
Because it killed too straight.)
(Now Nitazenes are in the spot,)
(Moving through the city,) (it's everywhere)
(You take one microscopic crumb,)
(Your fucking dead)
(The black market is terrifying now,)
(You cannot trust the pack,) (can't trust it)
(Why is everybody hunting for a slump,)
(When no one’s coming back?) (nobody!)
(That tranq is rotting out the skin,)
(Flesh eating to the bone)
(Remember when the bando moved the raw,)
(To fuel the midnight grind?) (the old days)
(Now everybody's bent over in half,)
(Completely numb and blind.) (slumped)
(They spray the pages in books on Amazon's' orders,)
(With poison on the pages,)
(The inmates smoking synthetic death,)
(Locked inside the cages.) (state pen)
(The politicians swear they sealed the borders up,)
(The stats don't tell the truth,) (all lies)
(It’s shipping through the postal service vans,)
(To execute the youth.)
(Two milligrams of research powder,)
(Cooked up in a shed,)
(You sniff one contaminated line,)
(You wake up cold and dead.) (flatline)
(Step back from the illicit scene,)
(The game has gone insane,) (crazy)
(The cartel isn't playing by no rules,)
(Just bodies down the drain.)
(Put down the straw and throw the foil away,)
(Respect your fragile breath,) (breathe easy)
(Because out on these blocks in 2026,)
(That high is instant death.)
(I'm telling you man, the black market ain't what it used to be)
(No more Hippies man, just decay and death)

[Build Up]

[Drop - Dubstep/Riddim]
The black market is terrifying now

[Verse 2 - Focus on Deep Sub Bass, and chime like synths]

[Verse 3 - Focus on Deep Sub Bass, and chime like synths]

[Build Up]

[Drop - Dubstep/Riddim]
The black market is terrifying now

[Verse 4 - Focus on Deep Sub Bass]

[Outro - Vocals Humming Fading Out ]

2002/7500

[Intro] (The game is contaminated, man.) (Streets ain't what it used to be.) Criminal [Verse 1 - Street Message] (Some underground chemist pulled a file,) (From nineteen-fifty-eight, (way back) A formula the Swiss refused to sell,) Because it killed too straight.) (Now Nitazenes are in the spot,) (Moving through the city,) (it's everywhere) (You take one microscopic crumb,) (Your fucking dead) (The black market is terrifying now,) (You cannot trust the pack,) (can't trust it) (Why is everybody hunting for a slump,) (When no one’s coming back?) (nobody!) (That tranq is rotting out the skin,) (Flesh eating to the bone) (Remember when the bando moved the raw,) (To fuel the midnight grind?) (the old days) (Now everybody's bent over in half,) (Completely numb and blind.) (slumped) (They spray the pages in books on Amazon's' orders,) (With poison on the pages,) (The inmates smoking synthetic death,) (Locked inside the cages.) (state pen) (The politicians swear they sealed the borders up,) (The stats don't tell the truth,) (all lies) (It’s shipping through the postal service vans,) (To execute the youth.) (Two milligrams of research powder,) (Cooked up in a shed,) (You sniff one contaminated line,) (You wake up cold and dead.) (flatline) (Step back from the illicit scene,) (The game has gone insane,) (crazy) (The cartel isn't playing by no rules,) (Just bodies down the drain.) (Put down the straw and throw the foil away,) (Respect your fragile breath,) (breathe easy) (Because out on these blocks in 2026,) (That high is instant death.) (I'm telling you man, the black market ain't what it used to be) (No more Hippies man, just decay and death) [Build Up] [Drop - Dubstep/Riddim] The black market is terrifying now [Verse 2 - Focus on Deep Sub Bass, and chime like synths] [Verse 3 - Focus on Deep Sub Bass, and chime like synths] [Build Up] [Drop - Dubstep/Riddim] The black market is terrifying now [Verse 4 - Focus on Deep Sub Bass] [Outro - Vocals Humming Fading Out ]

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