wow..... This a defininate war/ hit em up type track, no doubt. My adreninline was definitaly working when i wrote this...
Humans are never satisfied with what they have, which is why they are dominant over other species. But god gave me this gift, and I will be loyal to it until th
They say people judge you on your first impression. And so far I've done a really good job of ruining it because you've just had yours.
Lyrics
(Intro)
I feel like standing in the midst of a hundred thousand haters//
All eyes on me, crowded around in a circle afraid of//
To see if I do all the violent verbs that I say in my songs//
People praying me gone, But till' my adreniline's gone//
I'll stay mentally ill, A psycho maniac//
A crazy maniac insanely strapped with 80 gats//
Maybe thats why I waste away a .380 cap//
On these fraidy cats that maybe get they brains dettachted//
And Laid to they graves, think I'm crazy now?//
Wait till I make it in the game, then I'll face you cowards//
And show up for no reason to find you extravent pain//
Then make you blow up squeezing on the nine eleven plane//
There's a vibe right now and I can't describe it//
Its telling me to its lights out and I can't deny it//
I can't get by this feeling, I don't know what to do//
Flow along with me and you may start to feel it to//
Chorus x2
FUCK! My bloods PUMPED UP, I can feel the searing heat travel all the way from my heart to my chest, My adreniline veins repress. I feel like, Laying a ____ to rest.
Do you get my point, do I have to sound it it out?//
Are you mothafuckers deaf, should I mouth it out//
Before the hours out, Ima roundabout, in the dark when powers out, show you cowards what magnum rounds about///
They u say u learn from your mistakes, and I've had a million//
So why don't I retake the thoughts of my dad being killed then?//
I must've brutually crucified christ in a parallel universe//
Cause Ima truly ludacris youth, and I'm stupider//
Then all the kids at my school, but now god has blessed me//
Cause I found Hip-hop, and this shit is my destiny//
I tried doing this this relelntlly, but now I'm relentless//
There's percentage of death when I stress a lesson//
With weapons, grave impression says rest in stress, its// impression
Down to wessons, you less than second-best, bitch//
I'm intentless on your on your shouts for mercy//
I beat you senseless, this hurts you more it hurts me//
I'm the worst thing, you can imagine happning to sound//
But the fact is this rap shit is only clowing around////
Pipe down, no matter how much you beg and plead//
Its lights out, Mothafucka, on your hands and knees//
x2 Chorus
I feel like showing all your peeps, there is no more peace//
There is no more beef, this is World War 3//
And I'm gone, to take such a daring swing at your teeth//
It gonna look like you and the toothfairy got beef//
The heats a part of me fevers//
There'll be more broken shells scattered around then easter//
I'm morbid, notorious with my rivals//
I go through more rounds than american idol//
And I'll be waiting ready to reach for the mac//
Scope yo location, steadly take a piece yo back//
Teeth wide with laughter, Heart pierced with anger//
Mind full of violence, no fear of danger//
My heads filled with smoke, my breathings getting harder//
Googles with heat seeking, 10 revolvers//
I'm not gonna stop until my targets done with//
Enough with gun clips, empty a cartridge, run bitch//
Cause
x2 Chrous
