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Clique (feat. Dub​é​, QUAY, & Quentino) - Single

by Black Smith

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[Intro - James Fauntleroy] What of the dollar you murdered for? Is that the one fighting for your soul? Or your brother's the one that you're running from? But if you got money, fuck it, cause I want some [Bridge - Black Smith] Yeah, PSA to the game: P.O.P. here to stay... Black Smith on the way... Check it out [Hook - Black Smith] Ain't nobody fuckin' with my Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique Ain't nobody fresher than my muthafuckin' Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique Ain't no Adam Sandler flick, but I got my Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique And all these Kate Beckinsales, they want the They want the... they want the.... [Verse 1 - Dubé] Rap's new face--- paparazzi takin' pictures, Murderin' this place, you should call me Jack The Ripper, Beast in the sheets like Bow Chicka Chicka, Ride-or-die clique, pull a semi on a nickhua, Gotta bad bitch, she drop it, she pop it, yeah, she twerkin'! Hulk Smash this beat; muthafuckas I be murkin' Haters be lurkin' but ya can't see me now, Got mah stunna shades on; I be higher than the clouds, Walk into the buildin', Louis V from flo to ceiling What a feelin' it is, to know that I'm the fuckin' shit, Just MC Hammer a trick and move on to the next one, You niggas cant touch this because my clique deserves respect, son! [Hook - Black Smith] [Verse 2 - QUAY] They call me Quaynor, Mr Cleanest Valor A sick' in his mouth, somethin' that's hard to ignore That's how I'm feelin', flow on a million Too illin', that I'm not Sicilian and now I'm even killin' Who?! That boy wild, profile on somethin' vicious Prolific, mind infinite if we talkin' digits If we talkin' lyrics, then I can write you epics And if we talkin' shit, then I'm like a septic P.O.P. with me, we might even, if we please, 'Cause murder and mayhem, killin' sprees by the 3's Put in a daze, a day's a maze for the cheese Y'all out of place in the race when it comes to the steeze So, bye-bye! Sayonara! Or see ya later 'Cause it's showtime! We the '88 Lakers We've been, selected and collected to be the beast So tell me: Who gon' dare mess with P.O.P? Quay!!! [Hook - Black Smith] [Verse 3 - Quentino] (Oh, shit!) Yeah, I'm talking me; yeah, I'm talking he Yeah, I'm talking about my clique 'cause you know that's what we be Everybody be fuckin' with us and they be trying to stop us But you best believe we ain't gone be stopped We gon' be on top, of the whole world Let these niggas know what we 'bout And let them know that we shout..... Out P.O.P! That's that PublishOrPerish shit That you ain't gonna be fucking with Because that's my motherfuckin' ass clique And you know what--- ya'll niggas end up thinking ya'll running shit? I dare you to try me, I DARE YOU TO TRY ME! I dare you to try he and I dare you to try all Six Kings But I doubt that you'll be able to try all of us 'Cause when you take one down, there will be another And best believe my whole clique is in this fucking bitch We don't fuck around with ya'll niggas: ya'll be talking shit Well you know what nigga? I'm not giving a fuck 'Cause I've been rolling with my clique since day one Of that 2011... [Hook - Black Smith] [Verse 4 - Black Smith] Name's Black Smith... then again, you should know me Already, 'cause I left those scars on tracks with how my flow be Slow me down?... Nah, you can't even catch me Leave your head spinnin' like the exorcism lady Leonardo Da Vinci, front row at the Emmys DiCaprio's mad at me, his veins are drippin' envy 'Cause the Oscars love a brotha, reppin' the vincinity While Leo's all alone 'cause that shelf award is empty Feels like a fantasy, complete strangers praise me I'm like a young Gatsby and I'm searchin' for my Daisy... Scratch that, bruh: I'm lookin' for an Ellie Now "I need your love" is what my haters even tell me Livin' out my dreams--- crystal clear lucidity Keep waitin' on a kick and I hope it never visit me 'Cause if one does, then I'll end up Calvin Candie And I'll be pushin' daisies from what the dentist hand me Live like a monster, or die as a good man? I took a third option, and made my seventh last stand Flowed more assertive, and now I gotta hood stamp Throwed up a Serta, niggas---hope that was a good nap... Gather 'round, children: the story's not done yet And don't misconstrue this as a ride off to the sunset Gave my own life to try'n' save a Kate Winslet Tellin' me I gotta do the same, ungrateful Juliet? Swallowed all the poison, spewed a bloody diamond The gang's all here, la familia's supplyin' Posse runs deep like the lines that I rhyme with Divine Providence is that these niggas I'm aligned with Publish or Perish, we 'bout to change the soundscape Now let me add the finishin' touch atop this landscape Molded mountains, mice and men out of mere clay And despite all the trouble in my past, it's still a good day Went through, deep depression when MY mother passed Suicidal thoughts--- what kind of talk is that? But I been talkin' to God for so long If you look at my art, he must be talkin' back Blessin' all my clique... [Outro - Black Smith] Ain't nobody fresher than my muthafuckin' clique Ain't no Adam Sandler flick, but I got my clique And all these Kate Beckinsales, they want the They want the... they want the....

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The second release from Black Smith's upcoming project allows the Publish or Perish crewmen the perfect opportunity to band together and flaunt their lyrical prowess.

"Clique" is a reinterpretation of the song of the same name performed by Kanye West, Big Sean, and Jay-Z, and utilizes the namesake production from G.O.O.D. Music's Hit-Boy. Additional vocals on the song are provided by American R&B singer-songwriter James Fauntleroy II, who performs the song's introduction.

'Out of Season,' 'Something for Everyone,' and 'Dress Rehearsal'--- all COMING SOON!!!

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released October 22, 2013

Vocals: Dubé (@PoPdube), QUAY (@QuayChronicles), Quentino (@quentin_roberts) Black Smith (@J_Smith_Real), James Fauntleroy (@Fauntleroy)
Chorus Conception: CT (@YoursTrulyCT)
Mixing and Mastering: Black Smith
Production: Hit-Boy, Kanye West
Single Artwork: TYBERSPACE DESIGNS

G. Dube, J. Quaynor, Q. Roberts, J. Smith, T. Sutherland, K. West, C. Hollis, S. Anderson, S. Carter & J. Fauntleroy

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