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From the Gutter - Original Sinz feat. Sinis
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This is a song that we Original Sinz did. Laz Boi, Boka, Spawn and me are on it featuring Sinis. The beat is sick, its Noviss's "From the Gutter." Wicked Song. Lates
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Song Info
Charts
Peak #1,138
Peak in subgenre #617
Author
Xcon/Laz Boi/Spawn/Sinis/Boka
Rights
3 Glock
Uploaded
June 24, 2003
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MP3 3.8 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
From the gutter
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From the Gutter - Original Sinz feat. Sinis (Xcon/Laz Boi/Spawn/Sinis/Boka) Song: From the Gutter Artist: Xcon/Laz Boi/Spawn/Sinis/Boka Beat: From the Gutter Production: Noviss Lyrics: Xcon/Laz Boi/Spawn/Sinis/Boka Written: 06-19-03 Recorded: 06-19-03 ------------------------------------------ Noviss....yeah Yo..check it..Lazi Boi, Xcon, Spawn You know how its going down Yeah..here we go (Laz Boi verse) Im sick of my life, sick of this strife that strikes like the pain that I feel in my veins, Its insane to the point where Im bustin my brain end my span with one hand on the gat that stands between life and death felt gunshots to my chest in my dreams heard screams from the rest, its a scheme gotta be blessed to get sucess, felt my flesh my sweat, panic like titanic its ironic how they ban us from the standards, they view us as animals what you claimed is yours is theirs theirs to keep cause they see it is not fair will watch with their eyes as you seek the respect that you expect but will never get one cause you've already left and you see it as injustice so you try to get revenge by burnin this and that riff and raff follow you around (Sinis verse) I stare into my pad wit a glare of a blind bat/ and dare to write rap while im on my rear takin a fine carp/ corroded memories leaving a mind gap/ i cant remember me cos i toke so much, time elapsed/ none of victoria's sercets can get rid of these dark rings/ cos when i touch it the mark stings/ me and rap are a "match" made in "words"/ my big mouth breathes inwards/ and sucks-in thoughts from any circumtence involved/ and bury many certain lads in insults/ de-crpyting my bars shortens life spans/ where many are short from the rite plan/ and far from where i stand/ the complex design of my rhyming pattern/ is a concept to free minds,enough highlighting action/ (Boka) Thru one HIt i Spit From the Raw Gutter Script Boka Lewis Iz It, Taking shots of reality SIck Mentalities, Screw the formalities I hate personalities, Fakers are choking thru Dopesmoking, Evoking trouble, I left blood soaking Forgetting the pain i light up a bowl Spreading the flame of ma raw gutter soul SO what do u do when ur empty and low Get hoe take it slow and tell her to blow Whatz up wit life when stabz in the back React with an axe kill whoever attacks This is the message of hate from the tomb The raw gutter script survives in the womb (Xcon verse) My life is under critical, are my emotions spitable? Can I squeeze my feelings in every syllable? I feel like when I was first born still attached to the umbilical Motionless, hopeless, I tell you to choke this I aint sick of life, I’m sick of the dead I’m sick of having to cry every night in bed Sometimes when it rains I’m left bone dry If life were up to me I’d deny, defy death, Be at peace is the key to be at one’s soul When we pass away do we become whole? Or are there any demons out there who just stole They stroll, burrowing from the ground like a mole They in control, using human bones as coal To heat up hell, where’s god? maybe its just backwards in spell I believe if religion fell I think we would all get off well Even if I’m heating up in side my breath resembles frost Sometimes I try to run to the crossroad but I can’t get there since I’m too exhausted So I toss my body to the side cause I’ve lost it Luckily my soul doesn’t come at a cost If it was I’d be dead broke, laying motionless in gun smoke....gun smoke...gun smoke....gun smoke....gun smoke...gun smoke (Spawn verse) can you picture my misery, watch me excrete defeat look at my feet, so swollen with greed so deep, thoughts are best not be revealed If I showed you how I feel you wouldnt keep it concealed words are weapons so sumbliminal, criminal thoughts in subconscious coffins with pain as a minimal a barrel of hope painted over by a picture of lost gold scriptures are
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