Ransom – Gluttony Download Mp3
Anybody who remembers David Fincher’s classic film Se7en can likely recall the gruesome opening murder scene. Clearly, Ransom and Lloyd Banks do, having reimagined it for the artwork of their new duet “Gluttony.”
Perhaps appropriate, as both emcees proceed to slowly kill the track with a steady diet of bar after bar, a hint of the macabre madness to come on Ransom’s upcoming SE7EN mixtape.
Over a backdrop laced by V DON & NLCK, who conjure up a spooky blend of pianos and boom-bap drums, Ransom sets it off. “It’s bout time, there’s always an opinion when n***as doubt mine,” he raps. “I shoot perfect from three, and they say you missed from the foul-line / I get sick with these foul lines, the shotty erase your thoughts and blow out minds.” Banks tags in to slam the nail into the coffin, warming up for COTI with a furious verse.
“Palace to raise my daughters in,” he raps, whipping up a rapid-fire flow. “Watch your step for the screws I’m missin’ / crew conditions, few collisions / spin your block for superstition.”
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Intro Dante & ?
Why would you doubt the charge?
I belong here in hell
Your prayers are worthless here
What is that sound, more demons?
Verse 1 Ransom
Always been vicious, never hired shooters
Fire rugers, violent bruisers known to start riots and then incite the looters
Make sly maneuvers when you slide in Ubers, high abusers
Life is easy, when ya tops down and ya know ya dyin ruthless
Apply the blueprint if you still in streets
I know, it’s hard to get io for work when you sleep in silky sheets
It’s ’bout time, thеre’s always an opinion when niggas doubt mine
I shoot pеrfect from 3, and they’ll say you miss from the foul line
I get sick with these foul lines
The shotty erase thoughts and blow out minds
Ya body get traced in chalk when it’s outlined, huh
Whether you hate or love us, pray the judges take our brothers
Fools’ll learn from mistakes, a genius learn from mistakes of others
Devastation, every phrase I utter shakes the gutter
Said to Satan, “wait for supper, whoever don’t get a plate will suffer”
Hateful suckers, I am too cerebral for you foolish people
Too deceitful, a money tree can only leave roots of evil
Verse 2 Lloyd Banks
Uh, time to kick down the door again, clear the city for slaughterin
Awful town, nigga caught up in
Not on his side, ya older then
I done went overboard with sin
You playing games, think ‘fore you slip that quarter in
Ain’t no pain like the family kickin ya organs in
Palace to raise my daughters in
Watch ya step for the screws I’m missin, cruel conditions
Few colisions, spinnin blocks for superstition
Jake popped out, the coupe went missin
[?], these fuckin babies need supervision
I don’t know what’s worse now, the bullets or fuel prescriptions?
Wannabes wanna confuse tradition, [?] spaghetti legend
A masterpiece is a one day errand
22 3’s and 187’s
Blew through G’s, that bread’s a weapon
[?] through beef, ya bed’s in heaven
Rule [?] they’ll double cross you, [?] better present
Accurate stories don’t take convincin, liars can’t back and forth me
[?] costly, you ain’t seen nothin yet, hood taught us that since shorties
Back up off me, Gucci in traffic, one of you bastards saw me
Platinum .40, 20 years later, lookin for caskets call me…
Forgive me for all of my wicked sins