100 piece limited edition pressed on cherry red 7" vinyl with hand-written style white labels featuring the artists' signatures and a custom sleeve. These records look so good you'll miss your mix out...
1 per customer (you will be refunded if you purchase more than 1)
Ships early January, apologies in advance for delays due to COVID and general 2020 situations. Ships First Class instead of Media Mail because you want your record before 2022.
Includes unlimited streaming of PSR-002
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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PSR-002 Black 7" Vinyl
Record/Vinyl + Digital Album
The second installment of crate essentials from Private Stock Records on black vinyl with a red label.
Ships early January, apologies in advance for delays due to COVID and general 2020 situations. Ships First Class instead of Media Mail because you want your record before 2022.
Includes unlimited streaming of PSR-002
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
Sold Out
lyrics
[Intro:]
One, one two
Check me out right here yo
[Verse 1:]
In the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em
He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him
You heard of us, the murderous, most shady
Been on the low lately, the Feds hate me
The son of (*Satan*), they say my killing's too blatant
You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'
Duct tapin', your fam' destiny
Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, M to the izz-H phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I could buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I could pimp a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike
Anyone - Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
Action, pack guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit
Oops Cristal keep spillin' shit; you overdid it holmes
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone
Hold hands and say it like me
The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin' to make dough, like Jurassic
Park did quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me the underboss
Of this holocaust, truly yours, Frank White
[Verse 2]
We got the shit mapped tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
The heaters in the two-seaters, with two miras
Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'
Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect
No respect squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch'
Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin' him
Niggas step up, we just macin' them, placin' them
In fune-rals, criminals turned aroused
To Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy
Business wise, I play men
Hide money on the Island Cayman
Y'all just betray men, we spray men, I position competition
Another day in the life of the commission
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