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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,709
Peak in subgenre #563
Author
Suspicious
Rights
2004
Uploaded
September 17, 2004
Track Files
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MP3 2.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Shynobi:
Yo, stuck in the belly of the beast, feast on fresh meat
Wolverine teeth, just another lost sheep wanderin'
Big plans ponderin', money launderin'
Microphone bombin' in, mix that shit in my cauldron
Take a dose, two cups leave you toast
Stand post, I move in then I'm ghost
Split ya brain cranium, walk the plank
The General rank, to scoop out ya memory bank
Drop a line on ya, paralyzed rip the spine from ya
Ya girl gon spoon-feed ya when she dine wit'cha
Still underground none never hearda me
Fuck a bruised mic, when I come I break vertabraes
Crack bones hit they bone-marrow
I'ma dig deep 'til I reach the bottom of the barrel
Keep it daisy like two plus two
Then confuse brain patterns like a Rubix Cube
I'm the truth, fuck it, naw I'm just original
Same cat with a smile walkin' down 8 Mile
Ninja-style, bounce on the Tower of the Eiffel
When I shoot I shoot wit the power of a rifle
Suspicious:
Aiiyo, the Devil's got a tight grip on my soul, I'm never lettin' go
Eternal tug-of-war 'til my heart turns cold
Blacker than coal, be my lungs, future's bleak yet for some
Every lickle weed helps to soothe the heartaches
Honesty begets the wisdom, supreme beings in this solar system
All I got was brothers tryna figure out, what would've happened if I had a sister
Choose the wrong path, feel the wrath of nine blizzards, we rhyme wizards
Travellin' the road to riches, barefooted superstitious
Jesus needs us actually more than we need Him
But we evil men, corrupted illegal since
The United States chose the bald eagle be they representative
Blood for blood, I'm out for justice wit my musket
But hate this fuckin' rap game too much to ever love it
Cuz after the laughter always come the tears
So I'ma never laugh or cry, see you bitches in the afterlife
Chorus:
We on a mission (mission)
To write the illest compositions (compositions)
Reverse the brainwash from media and televisions (what, what)
No hocus pocus, (naw man) we see through the lies of politicians (uh-huh)
And hold the street courts as co-defendants x2
Yo, in this foul nation I associate wit dark mages
Beatsmiths and lyricists contaminatin' all ages
Scarred for life, livin' in the womb, eat forbidden fruit
Trapped in the belly of the beast searchin' for livin' proof
Of who and where the fucks I'm from
Precious sands seepin' through the hands of time, God forbid if only they mine
I'd paint a better picture than Picasso
Insteada bein' a slave in Medusa's castle, surrounded by roman candles
Black vandals, all my pawns'll die wit me, but never for me
Cuz that evaporates the glory
My executioner-type swing - guillotine
To have you swear to be the realest shit'chu ever seen
Turn the tables on ya, first-round elimination
My witchcraft dissintegrates beats down to precipitation
Blood for blood I slay the beast in the labryinth
Shit is on, so prepare for the gatherin'
