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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · The Roots of Guns N' Roses: Hollywood Rose & L.A. Guns (Hollywood Rose) · Live at the Vapors Club (Jerry Lee Lewis) · Turning Japanese: The Best of the Vapors (The Vapors) · Galleries/No Relation (The Young Tradition) · Galleries/No Relation (The Young Tradition) · Galleries (Visionaries) · The Best of the Vapors (The Vapors) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) – and 90 other albums »

the news
Another fatality caused by a family feud
Charged, tried, sentenced by the jury of a brother's gun
Made sister's fiancee's wedding never to be
their winds across the mountains 
A life that's never safe and dry 
Rodeos and riding high 
Ladies and their men get by 
On six-guns and white
tape'll introduce a faker to they maker
Call me The Undertaker for haters causin' vapors
And you can catch a hot one, I got plenty of 'em
They called
You gonna hit some weed up in the motherfucker?
DJ Bobby be, D-Loc

Time keeps on slidin' through that hour glass
I, I need to rip another vapor
We can buy it out for tonight
Stepping outside for a light
No coke, and I just smoke vapor, no papers
Slow poke and I don't know about photos
We can buy it out for tonight
Stepping outside for a light
No coke, and I just smoke vapor, no papers
Slow poke and I don't know about photos
a buttonhole, and torn by a slug
Fired from the barrel of a two dollar gun
That scorched a blister on the grip of a punk by now
Is learnin' what you have to pay
(Mad Child)
Yo, I'm a cannibal on Anthrax Island
Dine on my victims swervin' through pylons
Chamber music, car parked in dungeons
Stun gun, never
the gun-play
'cause ain't no fun to relay the bad news
Our sons and nephews know that cash rules
For it I'll never sell the soul of Ab Rude
A poet
do it for paper
You come with the vapors or capers
Or caper and vapors
Its cool, someone I'll call later


Me and my homies, love the bottle
can't take it)

Fuck you starin' at, didn't know I'd be so quick ta flash, 
Terrified by da way a bassilisk come out him skin so fast
Not the first
hand in hand with my Pakistan man
We made vapors
Fish scales from Jackson Heights Columbians
I.S. 61, was raised for no republicans
And I don’t mean
you aint cool
Cause there's no dollars for nothing else
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf
Now everyday I see my momma struggling
So now its
gets the chedder
To the way back days
Where the Half Ounce lays
Gun tucked by the nuts
As the one time struts
Gets my bail on cause I ain't tryin'
stupid motherfuckers throw your guns in the air
To all my niggas that ain't make it past their 19th year
I do it for me, and not the paper, stictly 100%,
government glock in front of the shop
Equivalent to gun galleries I better keep the eye locked
Show and prove I'm doing Gs trying to teach these 100 Gs
If I
One two, one two
And this is, the hardcore raw
Lyrical law, never seen before
And I am, D.M.C.
And for all of y'all
This is the way, we reckless
simple, Mr. Yates
What, do you mean?
You're the creator

What I saw was amazin after raisin up and
gazin at the vapors that I'm creatin, nights and days I'm
the middle like a fullback
It's my drug, head to head contact
Mack 11, my best friend in full effect
That's the beat that you been lookin' for, no pussy
the Henny, sippin' with no chaser
When my bitches be thuggin' niggas that catch vapors
Lovin' how my bitches be givin' me paper
One by one, watchin' y'all
featuring Mista Grimm 

[Mista Grimm] 

Eeeee bonics 

Ain't nothin' but a fancy word for slang 

A language often used when you kick
On Tuesdays and Thursdays
You better watch for the sweep
Look them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street
I'm layin off in some room by my
shit's the joint, I roast 
Motherfuckers from the East coast to the West coast to your breakfast 
Voltage, I got funk for days by the buckets 
PPP packs
want to come for some
And get diddy-diddy-done, son
Cool like The Mack, in fact I'm ready to attack
The wick-wick-wick wack, now clap
To the funky
From infared lasers my enemies fall like Niagara
Pullin' vapors from brown Vega's, pimpin infinite
Bitches be scandalous ain't no time for being

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