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Womb to the Tomb, Cradle to the Grave by N Sane
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Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #5,395
Peak in subgenre #806
Author
N Sane
Uploaded
October 29, 2004
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MP3 2.7 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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(N Sane) My cradle was mamed, my guardian angel was raped Departing from me to dangle this way, in a way that it's dazed I'll strangle this monster while staring straight in it's face The grave has been conquered, the fatal fate has been grazed No don't look now, ya navels been laced Don't pick up the book now the page is erased Don't claim you a crook now, them fables is traced I seen what you took off the tables and plates I grunted as I shook off ya saviorless flame You seem confused, DIDN'T KNOW I SAVORED THIS PAIN You been deemed abused, ya souls labels been changed I'm so keen and used to that hate-address-hate And that cage arrest craze, the rage repress brains My guage molests frames, my rays repress rain (Chorus) From the womb to the tomb, to the cradle to the grave Soon you'll be doomed, it is fatal here these days (N Sane) You say my name in vane I'll carve my name in your veins I starve to make em amazed And you made a mistake when ya stake missed Vampires heart, can't light my dark, I won't take this They try to make me break or shift But I'll shift to the brakes, stop your ways quick Start at the top with what's basic Then you'll drop when I take out the base from it May not be the cream of the crop but let me say this I'm more like the orb makin traces in it When I look at myself I see is a faceless image And you, wasteful disgrace wit fuckin tasteless gimmicks From the Park of Ozone, a human proton creatin protones For now I'm stayin so-so, but maybe later behavin loco The reapers sickle I held, I hold sickle cell Come and pick on my shell and peak at my hell It is strict where I dwell, know the conflicts too well Lift a new L as I depict a new tale Close the curtains and the drapes are so pale All I know is I'm burnin, is it your wyck that I smell?
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