Lyrics:
And I'm too sick when I rap you get sick of me
I don't wanna get trapped by the industry
Like they don't know how to act when they in the streets
Ain't no
Hook:
cll my shit is pyro.
If you're talking, then you're walking on a tightrope,
Over flames.
If you don't like the heat, don't speak my name.
get rid of me
Shorty be tweakin' and knock off
If you not 41, better stay in your place
Like, call me Tay-K, I'm runnin' the race
Glah glah
With a 30,
a rain of the dead confetti
The laughing stock of the karma corrupted emissaries
Captain of industry, partly magnet of larcen, arsony
Captured in
tap in
Better tap in tap in
Know you better tap in
Better tap in
Better tap in tap in
Know you better tap in
I been locked in like a bid on me
Finally
to be admitted
‘cause it’s all codes in the end, yo
Then the cop that put you in there is acquitted
Nah, bro, that’s a big “No”
Even after they admitted
layin dead on the granite
[C] Innocent bystanders get shot by standin
[J] Y'all better duck when you hear the cannon
[Both] or why'all be checkin for
the combat
When you run into them vultures they gone sculpt ya better fall back
We gone bend 3 Deep onna highway like a racetrack in uuuuu
And I'm bussin I
And Jesus He better my worth like I'm back in a purse and I'm no longer loose change
My desire is You
And it's burning it's blue and oh Lord here's the truth
makin’s layin payments in the bank
I ain’t inclined t’ the shit you say, nigga
I guess the cost sucks, ya better keep up
Mad as fuck ‘cause I made t’ China
tired
Never keep quiet
But i'm moving in silence
You heard what i said i brought the flowers for the dead
Yeah you heard what i said i brought the flowers
Feelin' rebuffed, like you had dead shots
When I hopped on the fuckin' beat and I worldwide chopped
When I fuck with' Tech N9ne, with the piranhas
I
the tech spray a flame like a airbrush artist
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Chevy P aka Smoke]
Shiit.. I'll die for mine you ain't gon take it wit ease
You better go
Man
I feel,
I feel like I’m bleeding
Thorns in my eyes, flames in my eyes
And sometimes, it takes that one last thorn
To wake a sleeping monster
You
could you kindly describe what was going on in your head
Watching me cry looking like death cause I was lacking pigment
And how the fact I was sick didn't
My energy is building like a cloud of smoke,
Better believe I got artillery to make you choke.
I find you like a mark like a medal detector,
I'm
don't understand it why are you here
A hundred hands around my neck every year and still I manage to keep you at my rear
You're red in the face just like
batshit and that's a fact, bitch
Break ya down bit by bit, you better quit, bitch
I'll hurt you with wit I get that you're lit
In your school, but know that
You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to kill
How you livin' Streetlife? I'm surrounded by criminals
Serial killers tote guns without the serial
wit My dawgs from Yonkers
But this Bronx bomber's spittin' flame
So you better wear your armor, flame on
My dawgs gon' stop, your dawgs gon' drop
tripping
And acting like bitches
To the right to the right
Everything you own boxed to right ayyy
Happy that your ass left
Now you see me getting better in
get off
On the subway where the dead walk
If you've been detected by a deathclaw:
VATS on - HEADSHOT no sweat, threat gone
Just another target to check
cheating constantly accusing me
I shouldn't have to live like this ain't how it used to be
It's time I dead the shit but it's a eulogy
Say you wanna make
tell ya
I wish that I was better fa you Did alot of things I regret
What's next soul ties left em in the past
I wish that I was there fa ya traded what
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