I still rise [ft. Shiesty]...
Beat produced by www.soundclick.com/insidiousproductions
First: Testament
Second: Shiesty
Third: Testament
Hook: Testament
This is me Testament of Shoot To Kill...
Sometimes in life you forget who you are...
I am very religious, so to remind me of God in everything I do I took on the name Testament...
But at the same time I let loose and let cats feel the force of the man, lyrically and on the streets, I reign...
So thats why I chose the alter alias of DieNasty...
As they keep holding me down, I can do nothing but hold my ground...
.::Testament::.
Lyrics
DieNasty style:
I smoke this l to the face, and then lock-and-load/
one kick from the kid ill turn and rock-ya-dome/
thats why these young boys don't spit, and stay locked-at-home/
a shot-to-ya-zone/
ill turn ya one block-to-a-stone/
thats when i put blood on ya shirt, like you work-with-a-butcher/
put the heat to ya chest, then smirk-and-then-cook-ya/
the burst-it'll-shook-ya/
and turn ya frame into ali/
cuz the bullets ill get by like talib kweli/
i stay banging bars out in a boxers-daze/
thats why i smoke some dro but lots-a-haze/
i multitask situations, when I walk-and-speak/
and i know thoughts is priceless, but talk-is-cheap/
so before start yapping ya gums/
the track it'll run/
and dispprove ya lies/
and even though the times hard...
...i still rise...
and even though the times hard
you still kicking a bar
and even you keep ya head down
you will get this debt down
and at times you feel you should die
Shiesty:
40 holding, weed rolling, stone faced individual/
dropping bodies in bags, gunplay was in my visual/
getting locked for robbing, packing a glock my decision though/
making a problem with chances I'm giving yo/
i'm living so/
crazed bastard, pack up and get yo shit up/
them bullets stop in these niggas hearts, like fucking hiccups/
Don't got it mastered nigga you plastic I know you are/
caught in the war, you pussy, and I burn you the joan of arc/
hyped up, I'm bout to drop a bomb/
suited rose to ya chest, but you ain't going to the prom/
to the morgue/
they can't even call the cops in/
in the freeza with his foot now we gotta close the top in/
keep it moving you can live theres a chance or you could catch the slugs and shake like a new jamaican dance/
Calling me shiesty is hazardous, I'm born with terra/
blazing these bitches with this testament, shooting to kill forever/
and i still rise...
Testament Style:
Its hard to tell, if livings gone be better than hell/
cuz sucking a shell, is easier than looking fa bail/
this fa them niggas that run, drop the blunt/
but keep the pack, then they done/
drop the run, the heats attached/
they pull out and squeeze, the bullet shatters the breeze/
its a matter of fees, if you gone drop to ya knees/
and this is fa me, manuevering through park benches/
my heart clenches, the evidence, the weed stenches/
ain't no way i'm getting locked up, so the block ducks/
and hides me, but the wrong puff, they'll find me/
from rolling with shiesty, STK shoot to kill/
until the danger pass, i'm staying off of my ass/
but then i stretch my legs and put the task the track/
from the daunting tries, of one child drying his eyes/
this fa hydro X, keep ya head up cuz, though its like life trials/
these nine miles, wear on the soul...
I still rise...
