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Peak #4,531
Peak in subgenre #2,425
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November 02, 2006
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MP3 2.5 MB • 96 kbps • 3:35
Lyrics
this that other shit, that shit that you cant wrap your mind around, cuz it dont sound mainstream, well fuck that
this is raw talent, take it or leave it
ok, lets break it down to the truest,
my man call me buddihst
its game, get your knives and chains we can do this
forever lock land, to landlock the judas
with the nine cocked, the cops poped, call the jury
in a life where we only think of paper and drugs
in the night where we only roll for death to the thugs
and mug shots, with the smell of sulfer still from the flare
and the culprit caught smokin wit the herb in the air
i heard him say double dare, that means i gotta step up
thats the mentality, realitys got nothing to fuck
as soon as i step into the car, thats the signal for sure
i lay back, wit the fat sack, hittin the floor
hardcore, thats the thoughts about life and the future
where will i be if i keep doin u-turns, its futile
its you still? man listen up we fam
every soul on this earth can be part of the plan damn
let let lets go, plant your seed in the land
we a band your a brother im a man
let let lets go, if you close your eyes
lets die side by sideee
we wont be living again, we wont be bbreathing again
we wont be feelin what we feelin from outside of the man
one night, one love, one life in the can
one sight through the bars, one puff of the gram damn
lookin back to the life choices, made in haste
will you breath if i scream loud enough for your taste
7 months no less, whatever, i got through
how are you? good? i drowned while you flew
nomatter, its history movin on to now
its like a ministry, enemies with love all around
now, im feelin like im born again
george bush in the flesh, givin guns to men
open your eyes, hypocricy lyes, through the lies
flys through the hands of time to warp minds
this is America, where all horrid crimes are shusshed
im comin out from the mountin to rush bitch
feelin invinsible, tryin to defeat the principle
candles alla round, the ground drawn the penticle
the tentcle sournds, as rounds still squeez by
cry not for we all gonna die? righttt
so what no heart left to nut, ]
in the middle of a fight to breath we stay cut
look around from the south to the north to the westside
homie let the rest ride, this is where the best die
