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Special Company (feat. Afterthought & Izeke Tha Swank King) Video (MV)






A.T - Special Company (feat. Afterthought & Izeke Tha Swank King) Lyrics




What I got you can't take from me
I stay wit a special company
But I don't mean Apple, No no Samsung
Man my crew just ride for me
Gotta spit this shit properly
Before I become property
All y'all niggas so damn obedient
You don't even know how to rock a beat
Or drop a beat, no not at all
If you need a hit
I know who to call
ChocVillah
He's a real nigga
If you need an assist he's the one for y'all
Shoot that shot, don't drop the ball
But you missin' shots, might miss the point
We make raw shit just to kill the noise
Me, Choc and Matt, we the reaper boys
Lyrically intricate, killin' it
Just need a bag wit a mil in it
Tryna highlight what my people did
Black excellence are you feelin' it?
Takin' ya bitch for the hell of it
I create smoke, you inhalin' it
In this game til I'm
DuckTale-ing it
Do the backstroke in my earnings bitch (Earnings bitch)
Why are all these bitches just talkin' bout inhibitions
They got a real nigga wishin' that they stayed in the kitchen
A nigga steady wishin' you catchin' just what I'm pitchin'
And all the heat that I'm flippin', you would think a nigga grillin'
Chill doe, pop a pill doe
Why ya girl say she need a dildo?
In my crib, droppin' real low
Hit it to this beat that's a real flow
It's Tizzle baby, got the real glow
Shine all day. Forreal doe
Forreal doe
Tizzle baby, got the real glow
Shine all day. Forreal doe
Forreal doe? Forreal doe

I have my out's and in's
We have our in's and out's
It's just a spinnin' world
Now let me break it down
Head in the Aether
Held up bodies passing clouds
Won't follow leaders
We stand firm on solid ground
These MCs sit and hibernate
"Simmer this" they mindstate
While I'm resoundin' fresh
Grant you access to the depths
Once a dream
Now a livin' Legend in the flesh
Can allow imagination to finish up the rest
I've got some fish to catch
I've got some hills to climb
But first things first I'ma spit verse and polish up the rhyme
You've got to give it time
Settle down and marinate
Lemon with the lime
This the twist y'all can appreciate

(Yo. Ayyy. Swank. Yo)
I'm just tryna stay anonymous
Big time nigga with accomplishments
Y'all niggas ain't competent
My wild flows bring me compliments
Comin' up from the North side
Bringin' heat down to the South side
I stay droppin' hella dope flows
Chasin' money papers, yellin' f*ck these hoes
Only real eyes can realize the real lies that you told me
I don't f*ck with bitches that f*ck with niggas who stay snitchin' like the police
I was at the creek, smokin' out the bong
Gettin' high as f*ck with the homies
If you don't f*ck with my homies
Then back the f*ck away from me
Nigga on my dark trippy shit
Ultimately killin' tracks up in this bitch
You call the cops
I call the block
Couple of seconds they come thru, sprayin' they f*ckin' chops
At you niggas, at you niggas...
And we ain't takin' chances with them niggas, with them niggas...
Bitch ass niggas
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What I got you can't take from me
I stay wit a special company
But I don't mean Apple, No no Samsung
Man my crew just ride for me
Gotta spit this shit properly
Before I become property
All y'all niggas so damn obedient
You don't even know how to rock a beat
Or drop a beat, no not at all
If you need a hit
I know who to call
ChocVillah
He's a real nigga
If you need an assist he's the one for y'all
Shoot that shot, don't drop the ball
But you missin' shots, might miss the point
We make raw shit just to kill the noise
Me, Choc and Matt, we the reaper boys
Lyrically intricate, killin' it
Just need a bag wit a mil in it
Tryna highlight what my people did
Black excellence are you feelin' it?
Takin' ya bitch for the hell of it
I create smoke, you inhalin' it
In this game til I'm
DuckTale-ing it
Do the backstroke in my earnings bitch (Earnings bitch)
Why are all these bitches just talkin' bout inhibitions
They got a real nigga wishin' that they stayed in the kitchen
A nigga steady wishin' you catchin' just what I'm pitchin'
And all the heat that I'm flippin', you would think a nigga grillin'
Chill doe, pop a pill doe
Why ya girl say she need a dildo?
In my crib, droppin' real low
Hit it to this beat that's a real flow
It's Tizzle baby, got the real glow
Shine all day. Forreal doe
Forreal doe
Tizzle baby, got the real glow
Shine all day. Forreal doe
Forreal doe? Forreal doe

I have my out's and in's
We have our in's and out's
It's just a spinnin' world
Now let me break it down
Head in the Aether
Held up bodies passing clouds
Won't follow leaders
We stand firm on solid ground
These MCs sit and hibernate
"Simmer this" they mindstate
While I'm resoundin' fresh
Grant you access to the depths
Once a dream
Now a livin' Legend in the flesh
Can allow imagination to finish up the rest
I've got some fish to catch
I've got some hills to climb
But first things first I'ma spit verse and polish up the rhyme
You've got to give it time
Settle down and marinate
Lemon with the lime
This the twist y'all can appreciate

(Yo. Ayyy. Swank. Yo)
I'm just tryna stay anonymous
Big time nigga with accomplishments
Y'all niggas ain't competent
My wild flows bring me compliments
Comin' up from the North side
Bringin' heat down to the South side
I stay droppin' hella dope flows
Chasin' money papers, yellin' f*ck these hoes
Only real eyes can realize the real lies that you told me
I don't f*ck with bitches that f*ck with niggas who stay snitchin' like the police
I was at the creek, smokin' out the bong
Gettin' high as f*ck with the homies
If you don't f*ck with my homies
Then back the f*ck away from me
Nigga on my dark trippy shit
Ultimately killin' tracks up in this bitch
You call the cops
I call the block
Couple of seconds they come thru, sprayin' they f*ckin' chops
At you niggas, at you niggas...
And we ain't takin' chances with them niggas, with them niggas...
Bitch ass niggas
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