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Down South

from 40PF by Forty Psychic Frames

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New single released on the greatest hits album "40PF".

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DJ D:
Slow down, take a flash frame, take it all in the scene,
moment goes by moment goes , ‘cause it'll never be the same.
Pan across the image of a day in 40 life,
Wy-man in the headphones weaving the beat right
Got Forrest, no more Taurus, still keeping the lines tight.
Anthony in the distance still raising the name's height.
Got Scurvy D in his patent Red Wings,
He's talking hockey like a jockey after-a triple crown victory.
The rest is rather self-explanatory, it's our story
Repping mid-atlantic, we float icebergs to Titanics.
It’s semantics, don't you panic, I’m hypoallergenic
but satanic, still romantic
‘cause the flow it flows gigantic.

Forrest:
Like back in the day, back in 220 at UNCA,
back when we rocked the flavor like a novice.
DJ D brought the beats via the mixed CD’s,
We peep the cheese, rhyme we seize, and then we smoke some trees.
We try to appease and bring the listener to their knees.
Got the chops, drop top, lyrics rain, don't stop.
Going to make your body rock, whether it's granite,
eclectic, we'll always make it phonetic.
We're flow-centric, we never cop out,
until the flame of time drops out.
40PF, we reign the treble clef and bass,
We proudly represent the south.
Stationed here within the North Cackalack,
we shall attack with a kak kak kak,
chillax, we'll puff that wacky tabac.
Elite, you have been thrilled with a yummy rap treat.
Our beats creating heat on the cold concrete.
Got Wy on the Studio, me tickling keys like Cooby,
another verse, if you please.

Wyatt:
Coming through the frame of the door, I walk out
I can't remember what I was saying, so I stare at the floor
No doubt
It was important, I hope it wasn't a portent of what's to come
Like 40PF on this track, you better run
To here, to fear, to write Dear Abby about
I've lost the address so many times that I can't even count.
And that's not something I do
I can't remember everything except you and me,
and all the things I never took you to see.
But that's not here or there,
close but not entirely bare,
naked in the bathroom, it's impossible not to stare.
Do I dare take a minute to stop and think,
think about what I'm about to do,
while you're brushing your teeth over the sink.
Suds upon suds, cud chewing cud,
my mouth is like a dark whole filling up a porcelain poetry tub,
with brass feet, the only kind you see in magazines,
on the cover of the next Source, you'll see me and everybody.

Scurvy D:
Just another day around my way
staying hella blazed and chilling with the Frames.
Scoping out the honeys, living with no shame,
no laze in our game, be prepared to rearrange.
When the core busts down your door,
like Forrest with the dough looking for some whores.
I hope you’re fucking ready to change your fucking drawers
shit running down your leg and dropping to the floor.
Rapping ain't tough when you puff puff puff,
on that dope ass shit that really fucks you up.
Lay low in the cut, but take your chance to strut,
the end of your life is gonna be abrupt.

Anthony:
First of all, I don't give a fuck.
Second of all, yo what?, I still don't give a fuck.
That's how it goes in my neighborhood.
Walk a mile in my shoes, Glock shots to your head.
Kicks stolen from you and tied in a knot,
thrown over power lines to mark the crack spot.
Six bullets in your head keep on firing,
reload the clip 'till it becomes tiring.
Blowing off steam I be a fucking train,
Head shaking, eyes red, I'm going insane.
Rhymes coming out, who the fuck's gonna stop them?
Chugging down 40s 'till they empty out the bottom.
Brown bagging on the corner of 5th and King.
Bitches getting paper and blowing up my pager.
Bling bling I'm so icy call me Snow Man.
Holla at your boy if you need some blow man.
Scurvy D's got more bricks than the home on home alone,
so if you looking for green, you know who to phone.
Creep up slow, and get my nine, ready to blow they brains all over the fucking road.
First of all, I don't give a fuck.
Second of all, you know, I still don't give a fuck.

credits

from 40PF, track released March 19, 2012
DJ D, Forrest Jameson, Wyatt Furtherton, Scurvy D, Anthony Jackson

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