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two rappers + two styles = FIRE
Konphlick And J.J Mic team up to create DUB DIGITZ. Spittin venomous rhymes, literally. THA HOTTEST THING OUT THERE.
FROM THA 910 TO THA 213
Song Info
Genre
Charts
#146,737 today
Peak #884
#91,481 in subgenre
Peak #434
Author
Dub Digitz
Rights
2004
Uploaded
October 11, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Eleven p.m.~ another innocent casualty//
Too many things holdin us down like gravity//
Virgin eyes couldn’t interact wit whats goin on//
Too gruesome for some~ the visions too strong//
You wanna walk by someone but nobody willin to listen/
Like crying while its raining so you can’t tell the difference/
So I’m walkin down the streets hearing dirt rub against my kicks/
I’m in the mix ~ so Kon whats on ya mind/
Different Times~ so much can happen at night//
When the villains come out and attack wit spite//
This type of premise is perfect for tha menace//
Of society in poverty where killers can be tenants//
Good point but why they got the hate in they eyes/
People gettin dumber like brains been circumcised/
Like Alex with a gun, the blocks been jeopardized/
Theres a thousand mile hole that leads us full of lies/
Hook
When you runnin from dark man you cant look back//
When time comes around be prepared to face facts//
Choose your hell or your heaven as your journey begins//
With devils on both sides after eleven p.m.// 2x
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Racial stereotypes~ cop lights we take flight//
J.J~ follow me~ we don’t wanna get lost in tha night//
Let me tighten my shoe laces and pull up my pants/
Looks like the devil wants to dance oh DAMN/
Hurry up~ it’s not like their gonna wait till ur done//
They already figured out ur skin color and know where ur from//
Now u know that aint true/
U must not know cops~ they plant drugs~ guns~ or anything on you//
But they aint gon catch me cuz nigga I’m too fast/
And Im guessin u figure they ain’t gonna but a bullet in ur ass//
Never though about that, they some racist cops
Why do every brotha gotta get popped~ we on top//
And they hate it~ after eleven o’clock//
We must be out lookin for sum little white boy to rob//
Well I guess if its that time we betta run/
Oh shit lets be the hell out cuz here they come/
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No limit for the envy cuz it cant be nice/
Either locked or pursued by the pork fried rice/
Moms cant pay the rent work as hard as they can/
And the liquor stores owned by the Ku Klux Klan/
They want us to kill ourselves that’s a Friday homicide/
Mom walkin in the dark, she work night shifts/
Takin risks try gettin places as fast as they can/
‘For they get dumped in an alley like cats in trash cans/
Pass ten and every minority is a bad man//
Racism in tha heads and can’t be seen by a cat scan//
Shots rangin out~ it’s common to the minds//
Of young children livin in this place in this time//
Of civil hatred~ we don’t even debate why it happens//
It turn into a tolerated bump in our back ends//
Crackin tha surface of our own ghetto culture//
Where tha nights are overrun by the lions and vultures//
Hook
When you runnin from dark man you cant look back//
When time comes around be prepared to face facts//
Choose your hell or your heaven as your journey begins//
With devils on both sides after eleven p.m.// 2x
