Lyrics
Uncivilized Regulatin
as tha smoke clears, Im tha last man standin, approachin my fears, beatdowns Im handin...
gotta shake tha spot..turned tha spot hot, anotha man got shot tryin to take what I got...
now peep tha plot, Im runnin down tha block non-stop, did what I had to do, hope I dont get caught..
stay cool, calm, collect..bounce tha fuck out, dont go straight home take tha alternate route....
*CHORUS had on gloves, not worried bout finga prints, not my weapon, no witnesses, no evidence,
pull a gun out on me, Ill turn it back in your face, peel your own cap, leavin brainz all over tha place,
uncivilized regulatin, leave ya dead in your tracks, tha static of my attack makes your lungs collapse,
couldnt believe my eyes, killer instinct on tha rise, feelin a bit surprised, tryin murder on for size...
In a black & white world, my life is shades of gray, destined to be a fuck-up since my 1st birthday..
hence tha attitude, fuck grattitude, I wanna spatter you, shatter you, blast your crew, twist you like a rubix cube..
ruder than most, out tha northwest coast, puttin haters on roast, flip their hoes, then Im ghost..
can you distinguish tha differance, tell me your preferance, bringin pain like deliverance...
squeel like a pig, beggin for your life, thinkin twice, nathan nice, murder one on tha mic...
flashin, bashin skullz, crashin n smashin fools, puttin hands on people, its all habitual....
*CHORUS had on gloves, not worried bout finga prints, not my weapon, no witnesses, no evidence,
pull a gun out on me, Ill turn it back in your face, peel your own cap, leavin brainz all over tha place,
uncivilized regulatin, leave ya dead in your tracks, tha static of my attack makes your lungs collapse,
couldnt believe my eyes, killer instinct on tha rise, feelin a bit surprised, tryin murder on for size...
Ive got so much aggrivation its drivin me nutz, lookin out for haterz, perpatrators, and slutz...
expose gutz when I rip verses straight out tha air, lyrical scare as I glare, catch your ass unaware..
come check tha evidence, I said I leave no printz, thats my defence, no bloody water rinsed at my residence..
been hesitant ever since, is it a coincidense?, I hit tha fence, made you wince, as you try to commense...
start tha cross examination, aint no escapin interogation, fuck a home invasion, leavin authorities waitin....
I got my getaway covered like a blouse,police stakin out tha wrong house, as Im headed south...
*CHORUS had on gloves, not worried bout finga prints, not my weapon, no witnesses, no evidence,
pull a gun out on me, Ill turn it back in your face, peel your own cap, leavin brainz all over tha place,
uncivilized regulatin, leave ya dead in your tracks, tha static of my attack makes your lungs collapse,
couldnt believe my eyes, killer instinct on tha rise, feelin a bit surprised, tryin murder on for size...
Lyrics by Dirty Harry
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