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Bleach

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Bleach

Pretty much just better than you.

http://www.myspace.com/emceebleach http://www.youtube.com/user/RingerINC http://www.reverbnation.com/emceebleach http://www.bboy.org/forums/freestyle-rhyme-session/ Emcee Bleach aka. RingerINC, Cinik, Doc Paint. I rocks the words good and shit. What? Where am i? Who are you, and why are you wearing that shirt with those pants. What are you mentally handicapped? You are, shit I'm sorry. Wait why should i be sorry, i made a correct observation, you should probably give me something, like your lunch money. In conclusion, graffiti is free, impresses the girls, is heroic in our couch potato culture... wait wrong thing... Please listen to me i need your approval, Howard Roark hates me.

Song Info

Genre

Hip-Hop • New School

Charts

Peak #2,125

Peak in subgenre #215

Uploaded

December 04, 2007

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MP3 2.0 MB • 128 kbps • 2:14

Lyrics

Retired from standing in this tired life, hoodie tied so tight, nobody dies tonight/
A life that ain’t that bright, I hate to fight but the state of life needs a change tonight/

My footsteps echo out as a walk across the pavement/
To say it was freezing would be a huge understatement/
The store ahead looks like a fluorescent ghost town/
Might just be me or what the antidepressants hold now/
As the light echoes outward, looking ever so brilliant/
I’m looking to add to my wallet, with whatever, not millions/
So with tucked steel at my thigh, and a glimmer in my eye/
I step forward into the light as I cast the doors awry/

The clerk looks over from the transaction he’s making/
Two bottles of scotch, looks like candy for the taking/
His sizing up of me is met with a smile awkwardly/
As he turns away I’m left wondering what he thought of me/
A man walking to the back of the store, that’s all he saw/
There’s no way he noticed my tucked black forty four/
As I reach down wondering what my cold hands will seize/
I lean against a shelf, waiting for the old man to leave/
The man drops some change, bends over cursing, he lingers/
The heat in my hands is literally burning my fingers/
A smile at the clerk as the man gets off the floor/
Swing of the door, another enters with a hit to the jaw/

Old man knocked out, hits the floor with a crash/
The thief starts yelling to get the drawer with the cash/
The clerk’s all talking about “no hablo inglés”
Thief looks him in the eye and puts a gun in his face/
One or two seconds it seemed to jog his memory/
Took the money from the till and dropped it plentifully/
I duck down for cover, dispersing across the shelf/
Surreal, kinda like I’m looking third person at my self/
A single shot rings out and I see the thief in a dash/
He dropped his gun, but he still leaves with the cash/
Door swings closed with the sound of tires screeching/
Body spread on the counter with the liar bleeding/
It was the time for leaving, get the fuck out now/
‘Coz I’d hate for the cops to find my gun down south/
But as I step out, without wishing any difference/
I see my shadow in front of me speed off into the distance/

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