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#164,615 today
Peak #353
#103,434 in subgenre
Peak #180
Author
Oman
Rights
2002
Uploaded
July 13, 2002
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Lyrics
the pistol-means-good
when i whistle-clean-hoods
i miss-through more then he-could
stop-protestin the glocks-confessin
clocks-lesson the time
rocks-mess-in the rhymes
i write-tight now im in the lime-light
lived a crime-life on the drop of a dime-ya-die
kids with no fathers, skin splits with no bothers
when ya mind works, produce the type of hurt
loose-the-hype-of-birth, choose-the-right-kind-of-earth
you wanna live-on, a warrior like memnon
cleanse-on the tense-gods
clench-mods as my brain hits-right
in fist-fights i split-tight
i miss-nights, these blankets dont keep my warm
but my piss-might
i suggest you save ya breath
dont waiste it on kids with no life left
cause now a days 1 death leads to
more in depth, clues swept
but most def
a bullet through ya chest
with no one to confess
did ya work-through-my-eyes
1 crime turns to murder-suicide
all these thoughts fill my mind
when it tries to clear im in a bind
im livin a fast live with no choice of rewind
and when im feeling pain
it seems to always maim
into my brain
and its driving me insane
letter-quotes smoke
the feelin to provoke
ya whether-notes
and levers-choke
all the words that u've ever-spoke
have ya met the heat-seaking-missle
or a neat-speaking-pistol
or even a meat-eating-crystal
they say were all equal
its the return of kanevil
soaring high like segals
but all conquered by evil
yes, the evil thats stabbin-nuns
the type of evil that gives criminals gattlin-guns
we rattlin-funds and battlin-runs
and i express it all by straight up just rappin-tons
when im grabbin-funs and slappin-guns
when ya minds playin-tricks
you should be thinkful that theres people out there thats layin-bricks
and banging-sticks, we payin-bits
of some cash when we slayin-hicks
now ya gotta think for ya self
and especially for others-health
when ya mothers-delt a deck of cards that will never be felt
go and ask ya brothers-help
or a ya girl if ya love-her-self
go and face the problem but ya better hover-stealth
and remember, when pills-spew
from a bottle there only gonna kill-you
with a throttle, on the fast-lane
they just gas-brains, in mass-pain
and when ya ask-main
dont forgot to blast-sane
when the flash-maims
cause if ya dont, u could be the chosen-next
on the victim-list, with a broken-neck
as the system-hits with a spoken-teck
or a hopin-deck of a smokin-wreck
high-roll-pain-is-at, ya heart is burnin like a pyromanic
peoples-runnin-smooth
steeples-commin-through
when ya here those others crews
talkin bout they got nothin to loose
and you think you dont but ya really do
reality-plays a big part in ya life
when formalitys-plauge ya heart with a knief
take a ruined-picture of a human-figure
spewin-triggers, when actually he's only loosin-bigger
callin people stupid-wiggers for likin music thats grovin-wizard
everybody just be ya self, quit following others stackin ya cards on the shelf
play the hand that was delt
when u was born
cause other people's gonna die when u mourn
play the trumpets and the horns
all because ya life was torn
only difference-is
ya missed-this-kid
im still here, with a wicked-lid
when ya-throw-up-the-glocks
it just fuels me fool, when i blow-up-ya-box!!
