Lyrics:
reppin)
I'm the freshest from dirty, Westside rollin close to {?}
From the alley, habits, might die from a overdose
On a mission my vision, clouded by
anything can happen
(Just for talking that shit)
Now watch us go platinum
(And keep talking that shit)
By the time it sets in I be a veteran
Setting
saving Grace
Raised five kids on a farmers pay
Vietnam took his son
But watching Grace live like this
Is the hardest thing he's done
He sit's there by her
AXL
Look
I'm feelin' like Adriano in Pro 6
I got the Off-White logo on both kicks
Already gone by the time that I post pics
Trap money, rap
rest is on my born day
Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past
Standing by the roadside
Old newspaper in my hand
Reading yesterday's headlines
Nothing new, I said it's all the same
Everywhere
I'm the fool
and guns
Breathe
Spray guns, life results with you often times
[Tech N9ne]
Just sprayed by the Tech N9ne hand gun
Now I'm on the outrun
Flowin up
I never been on a railroad, as many times as they pass me by
I never crashed in the desert or seen a rodeo
I don't know much about the world wars
went by now here I am in another foxhole in VietNam
And there's a boy from Brooklyn behind a gun
They couldn't send his daddy so they sent his son
(The
defend it now yuh know
Mi just decide fi rub out from old dog to crow
Chat bout machine yuh tink a same ting mi sew
Guns dem save up from it nah Vietnam
we'll be saved by technology, over and over
While the cat next door spends all his time
Trying to think up new antisocial crimes
I said no, I said
a gavel knee deep in a maggot hatchery
Operation capture flag by any means
If this means anything at all, anyway it's a riddle
Walk into the store with
paparazzi
Reload ya flash bulbs for the dead bodies
Severed bitches and human abominations
Lined up behind the velvet rope wavin' they invitations
One by
nights.
But his wedding band rests,
On their bedside that night.
He was a soldier in the Vietnam war.
He lost half his right leg whilst daydreaming
Devil's time out
Can't be timed with no swatch watch
Who I am, the black Abraham
Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, Vietnam
Add an extra bar as I spar with
the devil's got the kind of stuff they smoked in Vietnam!
You'll get a million smackaroos in cash if you can cope,
but if you can't the devil gets your dope!
on opposite sex
The cream got me fiend for mass appeal scheme
Like doin' drive-bys in stretched limousines
I keep tons of guns my niggas on
The run pack
fault it's P the exulted from NYC
You get extremely cut the fuck
Up by Scar thee
Who can't recognize? Do I have
To prove all the time?
And get up close
to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and old
And beyond the cop's control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady
By the mac one
of Merle Haggard writin'
Okie from Muskogee to tell his dad's point of
View about the hippies 'n Vietnam, Ronnie felt
That the other side of the story
the dead, when God's on your side.
In the nineteen-sixties,came the Vietnam war.
Can someone tell me, what we were fighting for?
So many young men died,
Just like a bomb in Vietnam, so hit the alarm
Or be funky like a underarm
And allow me to show how the microphone should flow
Now, competition bow, to me
(oh yes I do)
Listen, baby (ooh, oh baby)
I wished a thousand times
That we had gotten married
Before I left home for Vietnam
But then when I see so
Vietnam if you study history
What you learn is that
Wars are always accompanied
By lies wars are always
Accompanied by deception
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