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Genre
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Peak #6,508
Peak in subgenre #3,450
Author
M.Williamson
Rights
2006
Uploaded
November 26, 2003
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MP3 2.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
I write to unwind (M. Williamson)
Verse One:
write to Unwind..then find design to blind minds
breathe divine signs...see me pen sign state of minds..
slain is my pride...paramount on my mind..
on par with a sin that's said to borrowed time...
this hollowed mind...with a soul that's disturbed by her
yo I never bothered...it's like my role was her father...
it concerns me not...when the track
lace ya'll n I heard its hot..surve all on your block..
and I murder stock emcees who' dont burn near hot
all these cats concerned with the battle raps...
been on this path to last...flash to my past..
assure all you do is laugh...my dues are past..
with a fusion of rap. and pure unadulterated..pain..
that's time to ask ..who assignend my rap...for the nigh stat...
a damned sole when the time is lapsed...
chorus: x2
when I die on my cask..at high mast
and I sigh with my last breath...
to depart and a death where the arguments met...
so I write to unwind..
I write to unwind....
verse two:
solitary confinment..yo you can find me.,..wilin'
layin' hymen's in east highland...drivin'
a buck 80...in my mercedes...benz get the bends..
smash it into a fence..hence I'm tense to. dispens..
press test.. whos influence do I spect' ..to releave the rest...
since I've breathed been reprieved with stress.
I'ma floss my grin with a steam n' an onimous spin...
bend a harmouns end an alarm then Im armed ' in my head...
mobbed till I said then I fled..the pen bled spilled the end..
not a god not the second coming of rap...
not the beama that's gunnin' till' m' stunnin' you flat....
runnin on the map sun is ill. she'll misunderstand..
shit on his chest the weight to intense to stand...
pray to god...let me breathe dont repress this man..
find a lead in to the end...and I bless this pad..
chorusx2
