Look What Fighting Got Panama
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Xylophone Trees.
Story behind the song
I rapped over the "Accordion" beat by Madvillain
Lyrics
I'm not Nas I'm no street's disciple
That means you're dead meat unless they hide you
When Cats don't like you they like to snipe you
Drown yourself with blood like Indonesia and typhoons
I'm not a ghetto tycoon, I'm not a gangsta so I won't fight you
I ain't youre dog 'cause I don't bite too
I don't like to hear sirens 'cause a fight got loose
A mother lost a son it's the obituary
A boy with bright dreams, saw white gleams off his right sleeve, what a visionary
At age ten hung with crack fiends while reading dictionaries
It's scary and it leaves me wary
How cats come out the gang, but rarely
Do they see the danger ahead
Every seven seconds a stranger is dead
New semi-automatic pistols, nuclear missles, are we all deranged in the head
From tearing eachother down human cannibals
Classified neanderthals but truly animals
Look fighting got Panama
