New music from upcoming collaborative album "Usual Strangers" featuring N.O.K. and Embrae Le Veen. <br /><br />New single "Lyrical Suspects" Directed by @ByrdeeFilms <br />Music appears courtesy of Embrae Le Veen & Byrdee Entertainment.<br /><br />Song hyperlink: https://bit.ly/3pw3KiI<br /><br />Lyrics:<br /><br />(Chorus)<br />This ain't what you want<br />This ain't what you want<br />This ain't what you want<br />This ain't what you want<br />This ain't what you need<br />This ain't what you need<br />This ain't what you need<br />This ain't what you need<br />This ain't what you want<br />This ain't what you want<br />This ain't what you want<br />This ain't what you want<br /><br />Kind of wild when you think it<br />Sound just compound like some interest<br />Big bro used to me shoot down<br />Straight talk<br />Said my style wasn't hitting<br />(Shit trash)<br />Upstairs had it filed and I listened<br />Took it wit a smile and grin<br />These rhymes I'm penning down wouldn't end<br />Time moving slow<br />Counting, to a thousand and ten<br />Like, I got to get the crown in end<br />Only give a pound if we friends<br />No fronting from the jump<br />Only clowns can pretend<br />Real, not many in this town to begin wit some<br />Enemy's come in forms of a friendship<br />Sometimes I get warned and just sense it<br />I be sitting there torn for a second<br />In my core I was sure<br />Then boom bap something happen<br />This ain't just a tune that he rapping<br />Wit my fam Embrae keep it cool until it's cracking<br />Don't confuse it This ain't just music<br />It's life, really but they call it movement<br />Look me and Brae<br />Like a Fuse and light <br />Explosion, confusion and fright<br />Every time abusing the mic<br />Shrapnel, catch you, some be losing they limbs<br />Other cats be losing they sight<br /><br />@embraeleveen Verse<br /><br />Uh, Type to go, type to flow, type to rhyme <br />Type of mind, hard to find, price of mine, higher than the price of wine<br />From a Napa vine, so Devine, on the line, this life, of crime<br />Sold a nick sold a dime, bolder kind, older trying<br />Shoulder lean shoulder crying, know you lying, hold the iron<br />Please, these quotes of mine, freeze, like ocean line breeze<br />Where the open mind sees, rope a dope, like Muhammad Ali's<br />Where the funk reminds me, a fortune palm tree, porcupine feet<br />On a tortured time leap, its the matrix, in the basement<br />On a orchid pine seat, I sit and relax, living these raps<br />In the front or the back they giving me daps, riddle me that bat man<br />Literally act like fans in a black white van, with the cherries on top<br />I been had it on lock, like damn, just cause I sold them grams<br />That's not my mans, and them, came in a box, look like the cops<br />That's still my answer then, folks, flipping like Trans and them<br />Look at his neck, nigga don't dance with him<br />I'm washing my hand with em I'm gone<br />Weather we right or weather we wrong<br />We wanna be we wanna be, I'm speaking my life in all of these songs<br />They gonna see they gonna see<br /><br />(Chorus)<br /><br />This ain't what you want<br />This ain't what you want<br />This ain't what you want<br />This ain't what you want<br />This ain't what you need<br />This ain't what you need<br />This ain't what you need<br />This ain't what you need<br />This ain't what you want<br />This ain't what you w
