Conway The Machine – Red Beams (Audio, Lyrics)

Conway The Machine is back with “Red Beams”. Listen, read the lyrics, stream, buy, mp3 download the song produced by Big Ghost LTD.

Conway The Machine Red Beams

It’s about that time, and what a time it is: Machine season. Coming off one of the best years of his career, Conway The Machine has opted to pick up exactly where he left off. Today, he has reunited with producer Big Ghost LTD — with whom he worked on last year’s No One Mourns The Wicked — delivering his first album of the year in If It Bleeds It Can Be Killed.

Like its predecessor, production across the board feels ripped from psychedelic sixties rock, samples caked in a fine layer of dirt, grit, and grime. Immediately nostalgic yet not always welcoming, Big Ghost’s beats tend to bring out some of The Machine’s more brutal inclinations. Nowhere is that more evident than on penultimate banger “Red Beams,” a simmering horror movie score that paints Conway as a true villain. “Got his paperwork back, found out that he was rattin,” he spits, over a hazy guitar lick. “Send the goons to see his baby moms / He gon’ walk-in, he gon’ see a shooter, baby in his arms / fuck yo’ bitch and your kid, n***a!”

Conway The Machine – Red Beams (prod. Big Ghost LTD.)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, nigga
We on go mode, nigga, 24/7, bitch
Yeah, young bul with me
[?] in his hoodie, nigga
Look

[Verse]
Got the throttle in a Balenciaga jean jacket
Beam on the ratchet, you see we active
Nigga, you see we whack shit
Thirties in them Glocks when you see me clap shit
The shooter of my team, I’m Steven Jackson and I want all the smoke
They knew one day I’d be called the GOAT with the bars I wrote
Since my mother’s water broke (Talk to ’em)
Uh, they highly regarded when I spoke (Hah)
This shit like the lethal injection, but a larger dose (No cap)
See they events, they don’t never let the Machine in it (They don’t let me in)
I mean, who I gotta compete against?
A bunch of little boys and autotune-singin’ comedians (Hahaha)
LeBron when he went back to Cleveland, here come the king again (Here come the king again, nigga)
I just flew this pretty bitch that resembles Saweetie in
Booked her flight with Expedia, she said, “You bein’ cheap again” (Hah)
Fuckin’ that bitch raw, bust in her and I’m gon’ leave it in
Then have her in a Uber, textin’ when she gon’ see me again?
Streets wanted to see me and Big Ghost do our thing again (We back, nigga)
They see the level up, they know the kind of bags I’m bringin’ in (I’m eatin’)
Greek Freak shit, 2020, I’m MVP again (Uh-huh)
Showed the whole world nobody fuckin’ with me again (Nobody fuckin’ with me, nigga), look
I’m from the bottom, most of our mamas was drug addicts (Huh)
Then we grew up and started dabblin’ in drug traffic (No cap)
That was the homie, now we gotta throw a slug at ’em (Brr)
Got his paperwork back, found out that he was rattin’ (Bitch)
Send the goons to see his baby moms (Send the goons to go see that bitch)
He gon’ walk in, he gon’ see a shooter, baby in his arms (Come in the house, nigga, gimme that fuckin’ paper, nigga)
Yeah, fuck your bitch and your kids, nigga
You know what you did, nigga (You know what you did, pussy)
They found pieces of his brains in the kitchen
Machine, yo, you trippin’ (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Outro: scratches]
That’s how we do it
Get it done
That’s my word
Legit, how I tear shit up