Part One..Me Running Thru New York.
ChillMode, South, Hot, Cool, Ice, Chill
Chillmode Nicca:)
Lyrics
excitment rushes, my lifes in cluthes, of triflin touches
pull it, bullets, the softest breeze's a knifin substance
the frights disgusts, homaging fuckas bombing me
weak stomach, calm my nerves im on the verge of vomiting
the fuck is wrong with me, a shell passed, i bail assed
is life worth this, a perfect question well asked
i smell gas, an man is pumping, got damn this pumping
dive face first into a car, coupe or sedan or something
a glare hits me, i duck back, scared pissy
uzi sprays 30 shots, evil laughs as they aired fifty
to tease an torture, paranoid as they sqeeze the scorcher
runnin for my life, screamin, weeving thru all these new yorkers
the right tires dented, i make a left turn shit
my chest churns quick, silent as the tef's burns sit
on the flesh of my arm, alert now, the weapon is drawn
impatiencly relax, mind haulted, wrecklessly calm
directing these bombs, of fire and reflected napalm
shots drop flocks and a hetic days dawns
cuz in the eyes of a killa, survives a guerilla
warlord who absorbed in his pride and his skill, wha
designs him for real, does his mind hold a devil
spine cold blind folds as the nine blows its bezzel
thats the thought in my brain now, pain wild veins drowned
in blood tears and sweat as the k rounds rain out
i turn an spray hard dudes, burned away, scarred poof
recall so strong i feel my vertebrae jar loose
i blur this pain, all spoof, adrenaline pours on
dome shot and blown tops, i've dented these morons
enemies? more dawn im duckin and dodgin
lead pieces milimeters from pluckin my noggin
I'm running on foot now, my gun has been put down
soul eractic, im so eststic, molding a shook smile
im slowin and look round, a window is open
i climb in in slience to try and end the commotion
then a door knob turns slow, im not feeling my heart move
and as the door opens what happens? you'll find out on part 2
