Over 7 Light Years Instrumental produced by RJD2 for Copywrite.
politics
caliber
vocaliber
vocalibre
calibre
ghostwriter
my ghostwriter sucks
at war
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Lyrics
I walk through the hood with a gun on my shoulder
And aim it at little wiggers; they run like they suppose to
Ha! The gun's fake..but yall can still get some
Disrespect me; I'll shoot you with my dick's cum
Cause if you don't stand for something
I may as well chop off your legs and use em to expand my clubbing of sealers..without a doubt
Still I might plummet
But I'll always pop off at the mouth till I die from it
Repect: Earn it, These Checks: Burn it
Or get Burned Inside a Furnace
....That's how I handle it
Come and argue with me and you'll soak your pants with piss
What kind of man can just walk around oblivious?
Living and practicing, tolerating to live with this?
In fact you don't have to see it; I'll splatter your vision
I'll kill you without noticing it, like Capitalism
And..that concludes what I have to say
I could go on..but don't have the chance today
To all you fakes..try to be more ambitious
Don't stop at ego..go out and enhance your face
Chorus:
We died and went to hell; but call it Earth still
I end the chance of expansion just like a Birth pill
We don't function on trust; to me you're worth nil
So don't even try to to impress me with your cursed mill