A heartfelt tribute to a lost friend, 'CRACK RAPS' captures the raw emotions of grief, nostalgia, and the bond between two homies who created unforgettable memories. Sleepy Hallow reflects on past experiences and the impact of their friendship, emphasizing the unshakeable memories and love that remain despite loss.
I miss my homie, that nikka passed away,
I think about him everyday,
We used to make real hits with those crack raps,
It was some real shit, I still slap that,
I would do just about anything if I could go back,
Tell em what it is 'This is CRACK RAPS!'
I miss kickin it with homie, you fuckin know me,
I think about the shit we'd be recordin,
I remember chillin on the front porch then the apartment,
Then back to the shed smokin on the best weed,
Man that's that shit, that I miss,
You would hit me up when you was down,
You know I always let my nikka round,
Up in the house, kicked up at the apartment,
Tryna rap, roll up a blunt and then spark it,
We hung out with skate park kids, back in Lincoln,
Sometimes I wonder what you'd thinkin,
If you could fuckin see shit now and how things happened,
Crack Raps man I'm glad it happened,
We would laugh about how it's something that nobody could listen to,
Now I bump that shit every time I'm missin you,
You had a passion that energy you had this,
You inspire everything with Public Access,
I see your cross every time I go to zebra town,
I get some shots of fireball I pour some out and slam em down.
I fuckin miss you bro I miss your fuckin voice,
And it's fucked up that you had to leave us over one wrong choice,
But these demons can't get to me,
I got too many memories of what shit's fuckin meant to be and what it fuckin meant to me,
So happy thoughts is what I'm thinkin,
And I'll never forget nifty Noah, a walking legend,
Out of Lincoln,
(CRACK RAPS!)
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I miss my homie, that nikka passed away, I think about him everyday, we used to make real hits with those crack raps, It was some real shit, I still slap that, I would do just about anything if I could go back, Tell em what it is "This is CRACK RAPS!" I miss kickin it with homie, you fuckin know me, I think about the shit we'd be recordin, I remember chillin on the front porch then the apartment then back to the shed smokin on the best weed, man that's that shit, that I miss, you would hit me up when you was down, you know I always let my nikka round, up in the house, kicked up at the apartment, tryna rap roll up a blunt and then spark it, we hung out with skate park kids, back in lincoln, sometimes I wonder what you'd thinkin, if you could fuckin see shit now and how things happened. Crack Raps man I'm glad it happened, We would laugh about how it's something that nobody could listen to, now I bump that shit every time I'm missin you, You had a passion that energy you had this, you inspire everything with Public Access, I see your cross every time I go to zebra town I get some shots of fireball I pour some out and slam em down. I fuckin miss you bro I miss your fuckin voice and it's fucked up that you had to leave us over one wrong choice, but these demons can't get to me I got too many memories of what shit's fuckin meant to be and what it fuckin meant to me so happy thoughts is what I'm thinkin, and I'll never forget nifty noah, a walking legend, out of lincoln, (CRACK RAPS!)
Sleepy Hallow