Radamiz - Knuckles Lyrics
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    Knuckles

    [Chorus: Radamiz]
    Really been fighting depression
    Really got blood on my knuckles
    Really held on to the baggage, that's just that wrong kind of muscle
    Really was, really was throwing these tantrums
    I grew up knowing how to rumble
    But then I found you in the darkness
    And I won't put nothing above you, yo
    Really been fighting depression
    Really got blood on my knuckles
    Really held on to the baggage, that's just that wrong kind of muscle
    Really was, really was throwing these tantrums
    Grew up knowing how to rumble
    But then I found you in the darkness
    And I won't put nothing above you, baggage

    [Verse 1: Radamiz]
    We need some trophies, hit 21, we need some trophies
    I smoke by my lonely, this one of one
    I don't find home in your homies, see the hoe in your homies
    I ain’t beefin’ with blacks and latinos, we all gotta get it
    We all tryna raise up the ceiling
    We opened for Grandmaster Flash
    That's a 30-year difference, the dues are tremendous
    I met you when 50 cents felt like a thousand dollars
    Win a Nobel sippin’ Mamajuana
    Don't tune to the Oscars, no time to give life to an ounce of drama
    Momma, we need some trophies, hit 24
    Post traumatic stress disorder, I go from war to war
    Fight for the dream they white towel for 9-to-5’s
    We was breathin’ but not alive
    Since 10/06 I had a greater purpose
    Might take to Hov to Sajoma for prayer circles
    Put my Unc’ with no English in Range Rovers
    So the strife ain't in vein, I been dying to change till this guy in a grave I'll be data searching
    Put some God in the cadence
    Yo I put my squad on a stage make you pay for murder
    This the truth that make haters and labels nervous
    This the grind make my peers and parents nervous
    I ain't shy no more bitch, this apparent working
    Hit the Chi for this beat and still keep my soul clean in the East and the West and the Dirty Dirty
    Looked away while I struggled, that made me stronger
    Knew Rad in the past, this the latest version, yo
    I'm gon' get, got it
    Get it get it for all my lil brothers with vision, yo

    [Chorus: Radamiz]
    Really been fighting depression
    Really got blood on my knuckles
    Really held on to the baggage, that's just that wrong kind of muscle
    Really was, really was throwing these tantrums
    I grew up knowing how to rumble
    But then I found you in the darkness
    And I won't put nothing above you, yo

    [Verse 2: Rothstein]
    Bloody, bloody hands
    I want beef, I want honey ham
    When I’m at the Deli, bet I treat it like it's Money Gram
    I can teach you how to do the Tango or the Running Man
    Come and get me but you better pray to God it doesn’t jam
    Let’s paint it red, let’s paint it red
    Wash it away, wash it away
    Now that I’ve found you, I know I don’t care if I know if you’ll stay
    Really got blood on my knuckles

    [Verse 3: Radamiz]
    I got a lot
    I treat your moms like my moms and your name like my name and your rep like my rep
    I just went to a pawn-shop to trade in the fear and got paid with respect
    Behind the back compliments, front to my face, you just made me a threat
    If you cry to get credit for all you invested you'll stay up in debt
    NYNYNYNY representer
    The flow like the year had an extra winter
    If I dissed you my G I just meant to bless ya, yea
    I use the music like anti-depressant
    I don't pop pills I sip truth with no chaser
    Love you in person, you mad I ain't textin’
    I make some extra to share with my neighbors
    All day, used to brush the J's with the Colgate
    Really treat the mission like a soulmate
    I don't treat the future like the old days
    Cops would run up on me in my hallway, that's all day
    They smoking K2 all on Broadway
    But I’m gon’ get it, got it
    Get it get it for my little brothers with the vision

    [Verse 4: Rothstein]
    They still golden
    We need some shine
    These waters frozen, frozen in time
    I really, I really, I really, I really
    I really talk to my demons
    I really did what I promised
    I really feel like a Phoenix
    I really turn all the pain into solace
    I took a walk on a beautiful beach
    I saw ahead of me nothing but options
    That was for once in my moment of peace
    I felt the weight of the world on my conscience, baggage

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