The Deity Complex ft. De La Soul - “Stakes Is High (Villainy RMX)”
[Emcee(s): Posdnuos and Trugoy the Dove]
[Producer(s): Supreme Scientist 7 (of The Deity Complex)]
[Hook: Posdnuos]
Stakes is high
You know them stakes is high when we talking ‘bout the…
Stakes is high
You know them stakes is high. We talking ‘bout the…
Stakes is high
You know them stakes is high
[Verse 1: Posdnuos]
The Insta-
-matic focal point bringing damage to your boroughs, we’re some
Brothers from the East with them beats that be thorough
Got the solar gravitation, so I’m bound to pull it
I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets
Gun control means using both hands in
My land, where it’s all about the cautious living
Migrating to a higher form of consequence, compliments
Of struggling—that shouldn’t be notable
Man, every word I say should be a hip hop quotable
[Verse 2: Trugoy the Dove]
I’m sick
Of bitches shaking asses, I’m sick of talking ‘bout blunts
Sick of Versace glasses, sick of slang, sick of half-ass
Awards shows, sick of name-brand clothes
Sick of R&B bitches over bullshit tracks
Cocaine and crack, which brings sickness to blacks
Sick of swoll’ head rappers with their sickening raps
Clappers and gats making the whole sick world collapse
The facts are getting sicker, even sicker perhaps
I stick a bush to make a bundle to escape this synapse
[Emcee(s): Posdnuos and Trugoy the Dove]
[Producer(s): Supreme Scientist 7 (of The Deity Complex)]
[Hook: Posdnuos]
Stakes is high
You know them stakes is high when we talking ‘bout the…
Stakes is high
You know them stakes is high. We talking ‘bout the…
Stakes is high
You know them stakes is high
[Verse 1: Posdnuos]
The Insta-
-matic focal point bringing damage to your boroughs, we’re some
Brothers from the East with them beats that be thorough
Got the solar gravitation, so I’m bound to pull it
I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets
Gun control means using both hands in
My land, where it’s all about the cautious living
Migrating to a higher form of consequence, compliments
Of struggling—that shouldn’t be notable
Man, every word I say should be a hip hop quotable
[Verse 2: Trugoy the Dove]
I’m sick
Of bitches shaking asses, I’m sick of talking ‘bout blunts
Sick of Versace glasses, sick of slang, sick of half-ass
Awards shows, sick of name-brand clothes
Sick of R&B bitches over bullshit tracks
Cocaine and crack, which brings sickness to blacks
Sick of swoll’ head rappers with their sickening raps
Clappers and gats making the whole sick world collapse
The facts are getting sicker, even sicker perhaps
I stick a bush to make a bundle to escape this synapse
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