It Was Written - Single
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Yeah
Mack
It's that time right here
Yeah
It was written though
Free Blizz..
(Verse 1)
In and out of the trenches, guess I'm a war vet
Go head and play if you want, my shooters all net
It's been a whole damn decade; you ain't a boss yet?
Watch me take off on your amigos, now that's an off set
Uh, God status homie I'm earthing you
Lick a shot and let the little Uzi off vertical
Consider this a warning, so wavy how I be surfing through
Let the scalpel open em up, you know I'm surgical
'Cause this a high contact sport
If my Brody's ever got life, we lighting up that court
Still opening up them kites and puffing on them ports
But as soon as he make it home, we popping off them corks
Yeah, 12 bottles for every year you was down
Peace to the King who never let his crown touch the ground
As far as them haters go, they ain't nowhere to be found
Look around, this is how New York is supposed to really sound
(Refrain)
It was written though
So official though
It's getting critical
(talk to em son)
(Verse 2)
Unlock the key into my mind and open up the door of knowledge
My vault a hidden gems that was sculpted by the scholars
Educate yourself or wash your brain up in the college
'Cause every note in-tuned if all the instruments are polished
Turn, one into two and then the two right into four
So, everything he profit way more solid than your core
Turn your spot into the mess haul how they shit on your decor
All you heard was, "please don't hit me no more.."
So, who got the props and, who got the drops
If the Smith and Wesson cocked, best believe you getting got
Matter fact, I don't even gotta let off a shot
If I hit you with the steel, best believe you getting rocked
Like Apollo, except these 10 ounce gloves is filled with hollows
You a designer drug, but I'm a pill that's hard to swallow
From the block though, you would've swore we hit the lotto
With Christina Aguilera, yeah that genie in a bottle
(Refrain 2)
It was written though
So official though
It's getting critical
Mack
It's that time right here
Yeah
It was written though
Free Blizz..
(Verse 1)
In and out of the trenches, guess I'm a war vet
Go head and play if you want, my shooters all net
It's been a whole damn decade; you ain't a boss yet?
Watch me take off on your amigos, now that's an off set
Uh, God status homie I'm earthing you
Lick a shot and let the little Uzi off vertical
Consider this a warning, so wavy how I be surfing through
Let the scalpel open em up, you know I'm surgical
'Cause this a high contact sport
If my Brody's ever got life, we lighting up that court
Still opening up them kites and puffing on them ports
But as soon as he make it home, we popping off them corks
Yeah, 12 bottles for every year you was down
Peace to the King who never let his crown touch the ground
As far as them haters go, they ain't nowhere to be found
Look around, this is how New York is supposed to really sound
(Refrain)
It was written though
So official though
It's getting critical
(talk to em son)
(Verse 2)
Unlock the key into my mind and open up the door of knowledge
My vault a hidden gems that was sculpted by the scholars
Educate yourself or wash your brain up in the college
'Cause every note in-tuned if all the instruments are polished
Turn, one into two and then the two right into four
So, everything he profit way more solid than your core
Turn your spot into the mess haul how they shit on your decor
All you heard was, "please don't hit me no more.."
So, who got the props and, who got the drops
If the Smith and Wesson cocked, best believe you getting got
Matter fact, I don't even gotta let off a shot
If I hit you with the steel, best believe you getting rocked
Like Apollo, except these 10 ounce gloves is filled with hollows
You a designer drug, but I'm a pill that's hard to swallow
From the block though, you would've swore we hit the lotto
With Christina Aguilera, yeah that genie in a bottle
(Refrain 2)
It was written though
So official though
It's getting critical
credits
released February 2, 2020
Produced By: NY Bangers
Written By: International Mack
Recorded/Mixed By: David Grants
Produced By: NY Bangers
Written By: International Mack
Recorded/Mixed By: David Grants
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International Mack Syracuse, New York
Edwin M. Hernandez (Born December 28th,1989) best known by his stage name “International Mack.” A Filipino-American Hip Hop Artist from Syracuse, NY. CEO of Mack Attack Productions. He learned how to play the piano and bass guitar as a child, which led him to pursue DJing & Composing. He is a certified Songwriter, Producer, Recording Engineer, Video Director / Editor & Vintage Clothing Shop Owner. ... more
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