A Serouis song for poeple with love of true hard-core hip-hop
This song waz my first project...neva re-edited or reformated from its original version...Came from the heart and love of the music
Chorus:x2
This is more then the life i live,
More than the knife I give,
More Than your wife and kids,
More than the nights I did
Verse:1
Tou can get your windpipe split,
God knows I cant live like this,
I gotta sick nice spit,
But i still live like shyt,
Lookin for a beat,
you can feel like this,
Gotta death card from a real psyic
This is some real life shyt,
Look in my eyez,
You can see im real life less,
Look in my eyez again,
My heart close cold froze,
Like nitrogoen,
I fight to win,
If i lose then ima fight again,
My Pen is my knife my lead,
My life my head,
So wen you listening,
It gon be bruiseing ya brain,
Im the true dude to the game,
Satin devil lusifer,
Racin thru my viens,
So i cant contain the same mind frame...
Chorus:x1
This is more then the life i live,
More than the knife I give,
More Than your wife and kids,
More than the nights I did
Verse:2
I dont even know,
Why ya cat wanna play wit lead,
Com on dogs,
Yur heart softer then potatoe bread,
From dusk till dawn,
I got thru more keys then the shyt ya type on,
Im the Maspeth City Cat,
Grimy ass grity cat,
Pressin glocks where ya ribs be at,
But im still nasty wit a Ox,
Slicin and dicin,
Till i flaten you out,
Like a card board box
But when i ease off,
Dont mean i wont squeeze off,
And blast ya mutha fuckin kneez off,
But i stay wit my niggaz,
And them trees,
While we smokin theez,
I cough and i weez,
Cause i got vergin lungs,
But ya neva buted a gat,
I call dat virgin gunz!