Street Pass by N Sane & Dead Soljah
Classic collabo of me and DS Dead Soljah. He gets first verse, I get second and then we do the last one together.
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Lyrics
(N Sane)
My appetite is rappin right, I'm sacrificin half my life
To paralyze your after life, you lackin life, I'm laughin like
Click clack, I hit that, you hit weak, I hit back
Lit that, now I'm calm, don't make me switch back
I know you fake cause real recognize real
You ain't recognize this real til you jeopadized wit steel
I'm increasin my measurements, decreasin ya leverage, reachin the pressure that's impeachin the president
Speakin wit texture that leaves ya head severed quick
It fucks up ya gesture, the shit you can never get
I'm an undertaker, I'll take ya under
A freak of nature, I don't fake or front cause
It's not even hungry, I'm starvin
On behalf of this rap trash I'll even harvest in the garbage
I swear to God, I fear you not
Won't care if you rot or ya spirits hot
To stare is my plot, you nearin shots
Silence for the heartbeat, you can hear it stop
(DS)
Sixteen bar share, interlude wit 'Sane
Insanity, black rain, lost track wit pain
Collab wit them groups, colide wit thin troops
Aks shoot through and gauges do too
(N Sane)
The way you articulate, just proves my shit - you fake
The way you shift your hate disapproves the shit you say
My protocals got it down packed from pros to cons
In local bars I'll attack and make ya ghost be gone
(DS)
Sixteens backin em, mag-nums and such
Do you like church and kids - nigga you get touched
The blue'll bust, leather wit the snake skin ripped
Gauge wit crazy grip, niggas fakin crip
(N Sane)
From the womb to the tomb, cradle to the grave
Soon you'll be doomed, it's fatal here these days
Ain't no way to rationalize, ain't passionate but I'm passin it -you see I'm passin you guys
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