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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #849
Peak in subgenre #57
Author
Neeko Vercetti
Uploaded
March 11, 2011
Track Files
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MP3 4.5 MB • 128 kbps • 4:57
Story behind the song
Tried to revamp a classic from older material using a different voice in desperation of using this beat before anybody else could use it. Yes, it is self produced.
Lyrics
I'm in a mode right now, feeling so articulate and beating beats to death is my top benefit. Music is my drug and I'm not conceiling it. Take it to the head in plain sight like I don't give a sit down and let the words paint you a picture. No stale emotion, but a rich strobe flicker. Even with tented lens, the glow grows so quicker. Go getter (get her)? No, my wife's right beside me, go figure, what's the isshur (issue)? Clarity obscured? Let me amp the intensity in intent to make it pure. Leave it alone, X man, you won't need a cure. Hellure to all the haters and connoiseurs. Approach the podium with caution to see the light. Camera, actions, cameras flashing, taking your sight. Red spots in the air, comma, red eye flights. Oops, you're dead, lyrically assassinated tonight. Must have been sleeping when backstabbing came up, truth of a matter takes a backseat to fakers. Since many ni**as in the past tried to lay claim to the throne, we never gave attention a loan. Whether at home or in the street serving joints, made sure he had something let me get to the point. This dude dropping dimes to 5-O on the work, talkin' 'bout how he goin' feature my cousin's face on a shirt. It don't help none this dude been in momma's home. Even though we bumped heads, dude accident prone. As little a Christian spirit that we did have in us didn't cease to resent the fact we begged for forgiveness and if you listening and still don't regret your decision, guess you forgot how to be humble, modestly speaking, intoxicated with yourself, inebriate mental. Hope you don't do your seeds how you did your people. I can't stand repeating myself. It gets repetitive. It's like a seditive, the reaction is always negative. No medicine can cure me. I'm not trying to be heard. Add my voice to the message, you can call it my word. Serving the scurb or being a nerd, it ain't relevent. My resident is Metro. Don't try to contest with it. I'm flexing with mental in another dimension. I'm spitting my thoughts, but aren't no stuff that I mention. Listen and pay attention, my artery glands pump blood and I stand among you as a man. Ain't never ran so wristcuffs buckled my hands. Face in the sand. They ignored my list of demands. Landed in cement walls. My scars had scabs. Bags under my eyes. Would've gave my soul for shwag. Give me a drag. Had to be a jailhouse short. No newports. That's what I got bailed out for. I remember when my cousin used to stack that paper. It was never hate, he always saved me a blunt for later. Used to send them vibes through me like a shock from a tazer. Broke down colors resembling LA Lakers. Stupid haters and cops both snitching for pay. Heads up each other's butts, guess that's how they relate. Overstepping boundaries and jew paying comeupance, OOPS, yo, ride to the crib and holler at me, cousin. 'Cause we can hit the block and cover the bruise made and keep doing us until all dues paid, SIKE, continue to run the game like ace of spade. Add the haters to the fire and make a loose flame. We after the respect. They can keep the attention 'cause this beat is already making people listen. This ain't church. You have to pray for your soul. We are full time hustlers with eyes on the goal. This is the truth, 100 percent reality because the truth hurts - you must prepare for a tragedy. Mad at me 'cause work is a daily routine? Wanting cream, but they eyes already envious green? Scheming the schemes they may dream, but real work is a nightmare. Ask the dudes up at my job about their nights, yea. Right here, the dudes only fighting over monetary. Stupid girls, the weed, they open like commissary. Voluntary actions what get a dude messed up. Acting like a 'G', but really thinking, yo, like a buster. On some other stuff that ain't been touched the ******* wanna' get deep, them dudes get upset. Forget that, dudes need to step up your game. Keep dragging through the mud, ***** step on your name. You stuck in the shame of finally hearing truth, *****, fr
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