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Eminem ft. Ez Mil - Head Honcho Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ez Mil]
Doin' my best just to not blow my cover
Know it's all just a test, but I can't pass up this hunger
There's still a hole in my chest and I'm tryna strap it with numbers
All you hoes got your checks, but I'm a queen when I run up
Cross a king with my hunters, shootin' threes in abundance
Rookie Gs actin' thuggish, you're pawns to me, shut the f*ck up
Annihilation's what we love, steady hittin', gettin' dodged
Just wait 'til we get the guns out
Kwarenta-singko na kalibre o nuwebe, 'kaw na bahala
Sa dinami-rami mong mali, utak mo lang may tama
Sa kitid mo mag-isip, pare, 'la ka man lang na banat
Naglalim-laliman, ang sarap mong ilublob sa dagat
'Di kailangang magpatunay sa sinuman na nakikinig
'Di masasalag ng sintido o ng iyong bibig
Picture this, I might be a hero to your little kid
Or a villain, either way, I'm the fuckin' head

[Chorus: Ez Mil]
I'm the head honcho, money comе from my flow
Que hubole, blanco? Then gеt the bread pronto (Uh-huh)
Yeah, I'm the head honcho, money come from my flow (Yeah)
Que hubole, blanco? (Uh) Then get the bread pronto (Look, I got)

[Verse 2: Ez Mil]
Got loose strips, two grip, that's the shit I'm smooth with
I'm the new kid that these fathers can't fool with
Send my new slips as tightly than how these boots fit
I got that new drip that drowned titanical cruise ships
Don't you dib and dabble too close
Just watch us from the distance, I don't fuck with all that glucose
You fall and need assistance, I could do the same, but who knows?
I'd rather say, "Good riddance," Jack the Ripper rippin' paroles
Annihilate with persistence to try to say somethin' different
But by today, I'm just spittin' to rhyme while makin' a livin'
But mama say that I'm different, she proud of how I do business
I kinda resemble Hitman that got away from the killin'

[Chorus: Ez Mil & Eminem]
I'm the head honcho, money come from my flow
Que hubole, blanco? Then get the bread pronto
Yeah, I'm the head honcho, they call me the boss, though
You can call me Marshall, then get the bread pronto (Yo)


[Verse 3: Eminem]
You don't relate to me, guess you never been angry or sad (Hm)
Or maybe just have never had to face any adversity
Take any ass whippings, I basically had
To see some shit that'd make you faint like you're fakin' a jab (Pussy)
Bitch, you wish you had a life like mine (Yeah)
You just fantasize the shit you write, you guys like lyin' (Yeah)
Everything you ever been through multiplied by nine (What?)
Ain't even half the shit I went through by the time I was five (Like, what?)
Saw my uncle get stabbed, took a knife right in the abs (Yeah)
And all he was tryna do was get my tricycle back, yeah
The one that Boogie, Malcolm and Isaac just jacked
After they jumped me and stomped me (Boom) and hit me twice with a bat (Ugh)
Was five and a half, second time I survived an attack
Two twins, they call themselves the bulldogs (Hrr), white kids and fat
I was too frightened to scrap (Ha), I didn't fight or hit back
And you wonder why is it that I treat a mic like a gat?
Fully loaded, but I pull it, a bullet from out a barrel the size (Brr) of a derringer flies
That's how I would characterize lyrics
But America, I could see the fear in your eyes
You saw my terrible side, the blonde hair and blue eyes
Now, the writing is on the wall like graffiti still
If you're havin' trouble reading, we'll make it simple, he's Ezekiel
Easy name to remember (Why?)
'Cause his rap name is the same as like ten minutes on stage is for me (Oh), easy mill
Or should I say measly mill? (Haha)
Yeah, 'cause as sure as Ma used to feed me
Sleeping pills to keep me (Yeah), sleepy still, it was creepy
'Cause indeed, she (What?) could've easily Casey Anthony'd me (Yeah)
These rappers, I'm above 'em, but punchin' down ain't beneath me (Nope)
Cold as the wind chill factor, but the fact is I don't know when to chill
But every time I come out, they expect me to fuckin' reinvent the wheel
Rappers get praised for spittin' bars with less than the tenth of skill
Imbecile on the ledge like a Benzo pill on a windowsill
Now "cancelled" ain't the word for me
You need a term that's probably stronger than dirty laundry (Hell)
This controversy got me in the worst of quandaries
Feel like the Earth's axis, the world's turnin' on me
Like them cops in Akron, Ohio with Jayland Walker
Ain't caught this much flak in a while (Nah) since back as a child (Damn)
And all I did was say like one thing bad then it spiraled
Saw you crackin' a smile (Haha), then relapsed into my old ways
Back into vile (Yup)
Guess there ain't no civilizin' a savage, and I don't (No)
Give a fuck if you hate me worse than each track on Revival (Huh)
Bitch, I'm back like a spinal (Yeah), get it crackin' like chiros (It's the)
It's the coup de grâce, I'm cruder than removin' claws from a cougar's paws
And throwin' it back in the wild (F*ck)
But you tamin' me? Ain't gonna happen, and I'll
Live on planet denial (Ha) for the rest of my life
But you'll be a stan 'til I die, though (Ha)
(You'll be a stan 'til I die, though)

Eminem ft. Ez Mil - Head Honcho (Official Audio)


Eminem - Head Honcho (feat. Ez Mil)
‘The Death of Slim Shady (Coup De Grâce)’

Ez Mil - Podium Lyrics

You know
There are some times
You have to let go of all your humanity
Just to fulfill the mission
You gotta be a monster
Just so your loved ones can remain human

Picture a moment you made me wanna hurt you
And study these upcoming seconds, homie, I encourage you
Disarming a bully is something I have learned to love
So forgive me if I accidentally merk you
Shins, knees, achilles, I kick 'em, then break 'em freely
The snappin' of elbows, really, a freebie to what I'm seekin'
I just need to hear you screamin'
Forgive me, there is no reason'
No PTSD, no demon 'cause I am the beast thats feedin', I'll
Still be fuckin' starvin' after eatin' out your heart
I'ma check out on your liver, while yo' lungs up in a cart
Skin you up and design you to hang on walls beside the darts
I personally think I'm puttin' some salt on the other parts
Just to listen to the fizzin' of your inner skin'
Inchin' to keep you livin' to witness 'til your bitter end
Huh, I don't know if you hissin' to all ya little friends
Yeah, they indifferent as shit whenever you middle-man

I can walk up to the podium
And show them, I ain't jokin', man
Why you talkin' 'bout me? Better quit it, hold it all, I'll toast ya
I am known for leavin' no one out my scope when they be walkin' to the podium
And show them, I ain't jokin', man
Why you talkin' 'bout me? Better quit it, hold it all, I'll toast ya
Then they'll post ya, huh


An unfortunate reality
Media gon' be after me
If I actually do let out
Just a portion of my insanity
I would rather rap on a slap and them smack a gat in your eye
If you was one of those cats who was talkin smack to me now
Y'all still laughed at me even through all the tragedy
Learnin' that it's a corporate play to score off a rapper beef, huh?
Forth and back we go to rappin' 'bout the action we on
Then it's a wrap, they gon' decide on who's gazelle or lion
But it's unfair if I decide to score a place
When I'm the one who brought us out the horror days?
But I don't need to be credited 'cause I got more ways to
Zippin' you up in a bag just because of pure rage
My technique is indefinite with the war-play
Apex-predator huntin', straight out of your cage
Melodical Killaz runnin' with me all day
Know is to get to business in hopes to get some more pay
Long day, strategizing, hit, listen to Conway
Hittin' heads in a target got you scared how this arm race
I could have a sling and kill all you chickens from long range
This .30 extendo itchin to pop it off your face
All mace, that's the shit you be sprayin', you all fakes, all cakes
Bitch, don't think that I'm playin'
There's no breaks, snowflakes
See, I'll keep the sachets if you won't pay, pro-baked
I'm a walkin' distillery

And I bet that I can walk up to the podium
And show them (I'ma show them), I ain't jokin', man
Why you talkin' 'bout me? Better quit it, hold it all, I'll toast ya
I am known for leavin' no one out my scope when they be walkin' to the podium
And show them (I'ma show them), I ain't jokin', man
Why you talkin' 'bout me? Better quit it, hold it all, I'll toast ya (Boom)
Then they'll post ya, huh

Ez Mil - Podium (Official Music Video)


Written By: Ezekiel "SLASHMOUTH" Miller
Produced By: Michael Bars , Ezekiel "SLASHMOUTH" Miller

Music Video:

Director: Alexey Figurov
Producer: Nataliya Padilla
Editor: Anna Figurova
DP: Evan Avtal
1st AC: Chris McElroy
Key Grip: Ricardo Biggs
Gaffer: Jacob Gonzalez
Actor: Daniel Peter
Make Up by: Anna Aksenova
Hair and Styled by: rc.FFP

Ez Mil & Eminem - Realest (Official Lyric Video)


Ez Mil & Eminem - Realest (Official Lyric Video)

Ez Mil & Eminem - Realest Lyrics

[Intro]
If I was in the Philippines, he'll be like my muhf**kin' Malcolm X to my Martin Luther King
Because he ain't a fightin' to go unnoticed
There's no way I was gonna cross 'em off like he's just some any rapper, like a one-hit wonder (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Ez Mil]
I'm on whatever you on, I ain't gon' talk on the phone (Haha)
Keep that same energy f**kin' with enemies
It's gettin' temptin' to run in your home (Who did that?)
Huh, buddy, I do it alone, Cudi said word to my homes
Don't just go hit 'em 'cause I gotta drive
You focus on aimin' that blick at his dome, no cap
You motherfuckers be lucky as fuck that ain't nobody envious of you enough
Take it from me like a brother who dug off the mud on his head but done ended up cuffed
Then he just gets back, backed out again into a world where you double what he did
'Cause you learn, you give it up, or get fucked in turn, homie

[Chorus: Ez Mil]
I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings
Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition
'Cause I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings
Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition

[Verse 2: Ez Mil]
I done got hit on the head, barely survived that shit (Okay)
Minus a nine from ten, Eminem's spot still sits
But f**k a position, I'm tunin' him in
Let all you rock out with it, I ain't ever gonna be an opt-out mission
Get the Glock out with it, get to poppin', dip out and smoke
With the homies we mobbin', while I'm cleanin' the stash of my calibers
Some of them might got ya' name on 'em
Wanna brag about shit that could happen
I am the reason that they got a chain on 'em
When I rap, they consider me a Gatling
Fillin' up mags, I'm finna go clapping
Get in that bag with a gold B rabbit, I know they hate this flow
I'm in the mode to get to killin' again with the best stick in your dome
You're never gettin' a penny or less, stealin' the flows
And I'ma spread it again as a test, sick of these hoes
They get to bitchin', the bigger the breasts, nevertheless
I'ma get it, enter with that trigger, never better
Instead of settin' the bet up, I let up with the Beretta
Make it, "Duka-duka-doo," on you bitches in front of PETA
'Cause I'm kinda gettin' fed up of leavin' y'all wet up like

[Chorus: Ez Mil]
I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings
Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition
'Cause I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings
Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition


[Verse 3: Eminem]
Guess I've really no right to complain much (Nah)
Hip-hop has been good to me, huh? (Well)
But when they say that I'm only top five
'Cause I'm white, why would I be stunned? (Huh)
My skin color still workin' against me (What?)
'Cause second I should be to none (Ha)
Being white ain't why they put me at top five (Nope)
It's why they can't put me at one (Woo)
They're comin' with more venom
So the haters, I'm aimin' it toward them (Brr)
And all the envious rappers, I torch if I'm on a joint with 'em (Yeah)
And that is the only retort, is I'm not played in the clubs (What?)
Motherf**ker, put a cork in it
Only reason they still play your shit in the clubs (Why?)
Is 'cause you still perform in 'em (Ha-ha)
I am a guest in this house but I turned this bitch to a mansion (What? Yeah)
That's an expansion, made it gargantuan (Huh, what?)
England, Germany, France and Japan's in this bitch (Huh, yeah)
Even Dubai, because my music, they do buy (What?)
You died tryin' the scientist
Two psychiatrists could not unscrew my head off
The blue-eyed devil, I never quit, do I? (Nah)
Nah, 'cause you know you'd get washed like a bar of soap (Yeah)
You pussy, you wouldn't give a cigar to smoke (Ha-ha)
And I know that it eats at your heart like an artichoke (Yeah)
Because you know that's how likely you are to choke (Yeah)
Your heart is broke as I rip you apart
I go bananas, proceed to spit every bar I wrote (Damn)
I was spittin' before my mother's water broke
It's not even close, you b**ch, I'm by far the G.O.A.T
Gen Z is actin' like rap experts, zip up your gaps and close your mouths (Yeah)
Bitch, you ain't been on this planet long enough to tell me how rap's supposed to sound (Nah)
Y'all need to stick to what you do best (What?), shootin' schools up, gat', go load up rounds
In your parents' gats and go to class and let off with the strap and go to town (Uh-huh)
Shout to the Furious Five and Grandmaster Flash, but, boy (Whaddup, though?)
This someone who really is furious, stay out his path, his wrath, avoid
And I'll be the last to toy with a juice-head whose brain is like half destroyed
Like a meteor hit it
Well, there went Melle Mel, we lost his ass to 'roids (Damn)
And God was like, "I got 'em, but I'm gonna start 'em at the bottom of the barrel
Brought him in the world where the mother was on Valium, and his father was a coward
Taught him as a child when no-f**kin'-body was around
How to get himself up and out of poverty, and now
Not even a growl in his stomach, gotta be a hound
'Til they put your body in the ground," prolly gonna sound like a cliche
But when haters try to beat you down, say "F**k 'em"

[Chorus: Ez Mil]
'Cause I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings
Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition
'Cause I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings
Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition

[Outro: Eminem]
I'm just playin' Gen Z
You know I love you

The Cokeheads and N.Koala ft. Ez Mil - Outsourced (Official Audio)


Official audio of The Cokeheads and N.Koala's "Outsourced (feat. Ez Mil)"

© 2023 Ivory Music & Video, Inc.

Ez Mil - Will You (Lyric Video)


The 10th track from the ethereal universe of “DU4LI7Y”.

FFP Records and Management Inc.
Redistributed by Virgin Music/UMG 2022

Ez Mil - Ridin' With The Moonlight (Official Music Video)


Directed by: John Liwag | Ezekiel Miller
Edited by: John Liwag
VFX by: Ezekiel Miller
Cinematographer: Ethan Joves
Production: Carlo Zafranco | Rez Casta

To God Be The Glory!

All Rights Reserved
© FFP Records 2022
Redistributed by Virgin Music/UMG 2022

Ez Mil - BeatBox Freestyle (Official Music Video)


EZ MIL - Beatbox-Fr E-Style
- FFP RECORDS

Ez Mil - Panalo (Pacquiao Version) Official Music Video


Directed and Screenwritten by: Ez Mil and Tnes
Edited by: LaloTheGiant

Credits to Celina Cortez, Usher Turek and Glichen Magallanes for the Visayan Translation.

FFP Records and Management
Redistributed by Virgin Music/UMG 2021

Diego on the Run x Ez Mil x Jae'Roze - Maskara Lyrics

Mula ng tao’y nilikha sumasablay, nadarapa
Dumaraan ang panahon tila hindi nagtatanda
‘Kala mo’y ‘yong kaibigan sa lahat ng bagay naintindihan
Ngunit ‘wag kang magkamal at ika’y magdaramdam
Ngunit ika’y magtataka sila’y perpektong bumibida
Kung itaas kanilang noo akala mo’y wala nang sala
Laging sambit paumanhin maka-ilang beses narin
Ikaw pa rin dinidiin

You gotta beware when you shave the sheep’s coat
‘Cause you’ll never know if it’s a sheep or a wolf

Hanggang saan naman tayo mapapadpad sa pagbara?
Hubarin ang mascara

Sasabihing maka-diyos at galit sa mga bastos
Ngunit ‘di makapagpatawad ‘pag dumating na ang unos
Sa ganitong tao mag-iingat mala-labanos kanilang balat
Ngunit pag talikod mo ikaw pala’y kinakagat uhh
Nakayukod kanilang ulo, nakapinid kanilang pinto
Akala mo’y nagbabanal naka ngisi naman ang nguso
‘Di mo na tuloy maisip ikaw ba ay magagalit
Pero hayaan mo na lang para huwag ka nang pumangit

You gotta beware when you shave the sheep’s coat
‘Cause you’ll never know if it’s a sheep or a wolf

Hanggang saan naman tayo mapapadpad sa pagbara?
Hubarin ang mascara

Nagtatago ang tunay na kulay sana ay mahiwalay
At maipakita ang totoong taglay
Nagtataka’y bakit ay ibang iba humarap ka sakin
Bakit nga’t ang maskara sa iyong mukha ay tanggalin mo na!

Dapat nang busugin kayo ng tamang paningin
Habang sa kapit-patalim ako na nalapit sa dilim
Taas nguso kung may galit ka sa iyong puso na alanganin
Na puro uso ang nakahain inaabuso ang salitaing-
Prinotektahan ng ating mga kinasusuklam na sino?
Teka lang dayain niyo sa pinabubuklod na chico
Yema lang nakain hanggang pinasulsulan sa libo
Pera ba ang pain ng mga nagpudpod ng kutsilyo?
Kaninong kasinungalingan ang mas maputi kapag nagsipilyo?
Sana sa katotohanan dumirekta ang mga binatilyo
Maalaga sa panga at baga iwasan ang manigarilyo
Liyab ng gatilyo oh, ohooh

Hanggang saan naman tayo mapapadpad sa pagbara?
Hubarin ang mascara

Di ako nagmamarunong ngunit hindi ako uurong
‘Di ko pwedeng ibulong isisigaw ko sa bubong
Tayong lahat nagkakasala kaya’t huwag nang mag-aksaya
Ang panahon ay lumilipas kailangan umunawa ka
Kaya’t ngayon tayo’y matuto bago matapos ang mundo
Na tayo’y dapat magpatawad nang patawarin din tayo
Mayaman man o mahirap kahit laos man o sikat
Paghubad ng maskara pantay pantay tayong lahat

Diego on the Run x Ez Mil x Jae'Roze - Maskara (Official Lyric Video)


Diego on the Run x Ez Mil x Jae'Roze

Lyrics: Aaron Romero, Ezekiel Miller, Jae'Roze Tate
Music: Aaron Romero
Beats: Ezekiel Miller
Performed by: Pab Atienza, Ezekiel Miller, Jae'Roze Tate
Diego On The Run: Pab Atienza, Richie Flores, Kev Foronda & Eron Romero

Studio Recording in four separate locations:
New Jersey - Pab Atienza (Vocals 1st Stanza, Back Vocals)
Colorado - Jae'Roze Tate (Vocals 2nd Stanza, Bridge, Last Stanza)
Las Vegas - Ez Mil (Vocals Chorus, 3rd Stanza)
Los Angeles - Aaron Romero (Back Vocals, Guitars, Bass & Drums)

Mixed & Mastered by Ferdinand Pua

Lyrics Video & Graphics: Roniel Lustico Rivera

Produced by Autumn Rain Records in cooperation with FFP Records & Tate Records. Distributed under Ditto Music, copyright 2020.

Ez Mil & Hbom - Cultura Lyrics

I could just influence the pinnacle of a nuisance
When I’m livin’ in a miracle sittin’ killin’ you losers take a
Minute while I dream of a singular moment when my
Fu**in’ stars will align in these bars you will find
A fu**in’ hack to the cheat code
I stay with a chip on my fu**in’ shoulder lookin’ over like
I’m worried if I ever will just snap when I beast mode
Tacklin’ each road, dimmin’ the vividness
Of my vision as he detonates the
Aerial bomb fuse
Mission impossible when I pen it and I’m droppin’ese Japanese
Pearly bullet like a scarier Tom Cruise
Blaring the wrong news, thinkin’ that you’re a messiah
But we know you’re pariah, lyin’

Lil’ bi**h, f**k the humility
I’mma get rich and ain’t
None of you billin’ me
Patent my shi* so you
Run like my mini-me’s
Baitin’ for clicks better
Duck from my similes

Stop all the laughin’ lil boi you ain’t poppin’
Learn to just walk before
You get to hop I’m the
Wrong mothafu**a that
You should be peepin’ get
Going, get back to the
Crack that you sleep in

Hear our words from the outside in
You cannot become what we have been
An occult is what you think you see but this
Culture that you love is what we’ve bled to keep

Kapag bumukas aking bibig, mga letrang nakadiin
Kahit bingi’y mabibilib, kahit wala na syang pandinig kaya nga
Buksan mo na ang mata mo, parang bulag ata ito
Nawasak kanyang paningin, at akin na ang nandilim
Mga guru-guruan nyo,puro mga bobo
Wala pa ring modo, at kung todo todo
Inyong panunukso, di ‘sat isa nyong ramdam
Kung asintado, para kayong gago
Ako’y makaluma, kayo’y makabago
Iyak ka na lang kung isa ka sa mga hindi nakatago

Bago na kung bago sa pagpasok ng eksenang
Napuno ng mema, merong nambolera
Samin sa pagkwenta, salot sa akong pera
Gagang buskadera
Kahit palit-palitin pa ang tema ng kanyang
Kinakasabik na pag-entra
Kapeke-an nya daig pa ang hena
Haha teka teka lang boss
Singko, kwarto, tres, dos
Unahan ko na nga ba si kamatayan gamit ang asbestos
Singhapin nyo lang ang lahat ng bunga ng aking b**at
Na katatanging sa lalamunan nyo pepektos

Y’all can’t begin to think
What we went through
I know all OG’s can agree
All of you should thank us
For keeping this shi* together
But nah, y’all stay pushin’ us
Keep going
See where that gets you

(Bled to keep)

Hear our words from the outside in
You cannot become what we have been
An occults is what you think you see but this
Culture that you love is what we’ve bled to keep

Ez Mil & Hbom - Cultura (Music Video)


Ez Mil & Hbom - CULTURA (Music Video)

Cameramen 1 & 2:
Raining Sorrow
Malakye Segovia

Directed & Edited by Ez Mil

Ez Mil - Easy-Going Millions Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I haven't even learned what its like to
Live a life that I'm proud of
Where I've solved all my concerns
And I'm sure that I'm okay
But I'll make what I can earn
So I can give it to my family
Cuz I know that it's my turn
But I'm moving so slowly

[Bridge]
Mama I'm sorry if sometimes
I feel like giving up
Lord can you take me to the light
If I fail her once again

[Hook 3x]
Every single memory I've made
Helps me through this pain
That I've been feeling
I'll be me and I will never change
Change up for the world
Aimin' for some millions

[Modified hook]
Every single memory I've made
Helps me through this pain
That I've been feeling
I'll be me and I will never change
No I will never change

Ez Mil - Easy-Going Millions (Lyric Video)


Delve deep into Ez Mil's memories with "Easy-Going Millions"

Directed & Edited by Ez Mil

Ez Mil - Freeze Lyrics

(Who? Talkin' to, talkin' to
Who is it? Who is it, who is it?
Talkin' to, talkin' to
Talkin' to, talkin' to who is it?)

Yeah I'm talkin' to you!
Freeze, give it up mm
Geeze, that's enough
Breathe, lil bit of ooh
Sleaze, you're in my
Streets, rollin' up my
Trees, you got no
Steeze, run along bit**
Leave! Yeah I'm talkin' to you
Freeze, give it up mm
Geeze, that's enough
Breathe, lil bit of ooh
Sleaze, you're in my
Streets, rollin' up my
Trees, you got no
Steeze, run along bit**
Leave, yeah I'm talkin' to you

Greetings ladies and gentlemen my name is Ez Mil
I'm fairly new to the game but I came to eat & kill
Hope you don't think I'm insane cuz man I'm pretty chill
So lemme drink this propane and down these sleeping pills
Yeah
Intoxication rules this hypocritic-nation
What's a truer helping agent?
Than this media that's got us playin'
Got us wastin' our lives on
Superficial shit. Kinda like

"I know I still don't got the budget for the groupie videos
Where the booties are all shakin' from these stupid lil hoes."
I've been tryna send a message to a cupid on the low
Prayin': "Please give me a bad bit** that can truly be my own!"
Yeah, scrollin' through the ways that the industry's tryna soak
Through subconscious orchestration then they shove it down your throat
Cultural manipulation's how they run it through the globe
And they aim at all the brain-dead mothafuckaz and you know..

That it's you
Freeze, give it up mm
Geeze, that's enough
Breathe, lil bit of ooh
Sleaze, you're in my
Streets, rollin' up my
Trees, you got no
Steeze, run along bit**
Leave! Yeah I'm talkin' to you
Freeze, give it up mm
Geeze, that's enough
Breathe, lil bit of ooh
Sleaze, you're in my
Streets, rollin' up my
Trees, you got no
Steeze, run along bit**
Leave, yeah I'm talkin' bout
Swiveling through my blind phase
I'm cripple and new as I change
The sickening news that rhyme's lame
They picky and choose so I hate
Hate, hate, hate

I hate the miniature visions y'all have for your lives
Like you don't have any pride
Would you just open your eyes?

There's a whole plethora of music to choose
But I guess the masses fu** with the
Artists loose in the screws
Only scratchin' the surface that's brought through by YouTube and news
Scorching fire in the furnace of the youth who use it and loose the

Portion of their cerebellum that prevents
Extortion of wanting inhalants influenced by
Foreign, public figure peasants who think they are
Soarin' like they're in the heavens. Mmm
Morbidly formin' a horrid moral story
Scorin' the hordes in the lore of touring glory
Ignorin' the hoards to thwart my quarry's priori
Florid and borin' you whores roarin' "Sorry"

Yeah
But apologies don't mean sh** anymore than ever
So pedal to metal, livin' through my hustle and my bustle
Turnin' every single speck of my struggle into
A definite lyrical muscle
I will never be the kinda man that abandons my
Family because I'm feeling sad and get no reply
I hope everything will end up bad for you
And you fuck**' commit suicide
I ain't fuck** with you
(I don't vibe with selfish mothafuckaz, I was raised by a family
We had our differences, but those differences don't never
Make us quit bein' family. This is to all of you fake muthafuckaz)

Yeah I'm talkin to you!
Freeze, give it up mm
Geeze, that's enough
Breathe, lil bit of ooh
Sleaze, you're in my
Streets, rollin' up my
Trees, you got no
Steeze, bit** I ain't never fuck**' with you

Ez Mil - Freeze (Music Video)


Scorch yourself into the frostbitten world of Ez Mil's "Freeze".

Directed, Choreographed, & Edited by Ez Mil