two of my buddies and myself threw a verse each. im the last guy.
underground
It says I'm 31 in USA but I'm an '86er in Canada.
Story behind the song
put together and recorded in a couple hours. didn't have time to polish anything.
Lyrics
my neck'll -break a guillotine-
i gotta -state whats killin me-
the -capabilities- between the -fake and ill mc's-
shitty attitudes, status and -smug talkers-
when these -thug mockers-
couldn't tell gangster from -clubhoppers-
yeah i kinda laugh
but no one in this -bits joking-
to fully express my stress
i'd haveta -quit smoking-
ego is a thing that you -gotta get past-
not everyones a king where a -lotta techs blast-
mothafuckas is actin like..
they're -not in deaths path-
motha fuckas is actin like..
-God accepts cash-..rot in wet grass
if you mess with this -quick fighter-
fuck your respect
i'll battle you for that -bic lighter-
sorry im just fucked up in these -knee deep times-
can't even wait the little while
to let my -weed leaves dry-
my hunger just grows as these -dreams reach high-
its in each and every word and breath
-between each rhyme-
i listen when im spittin
to -capture what i deliver-
my conscience is a maniac
-laughin behind a trigger-
i think a lot so yeah..
you'll -have to jus try & figure-
what i mean when i say that the
-back of my mind is bigger-
my brains purpose... -wasn't to think choices-
sight is fuzzin, im sludgin,
and -buzzin from inkpoison-
-slow down be patient- theres -no sound we wastin-
kickin lyrics hard enough
to fuck up -pronounciation-
profoundly blazin..kid i -kill stupidity-
swift with quickness and gifted
i spit a -chilled humidity-
shakin all thse fakers till they -make apologies-
put the 905 in music, its a -taste of quality-
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