Lyrics:
drama interject, where you might get hit by a pro who in the jects
Who sleeping on the floor cause the living so raw where bullets do the George Jeff
Unholy
unholy
Just a devil in disguise
now it's time to cut our ties
cause i know the games that you've been playin
unholy
unholy
I wasn't the problem
but
a guillotine to hypocrisy
White hypebeasts say they rock with me
Step in the club and they all stop to see
Ship the shit in this spliff from California
Don't
bumbling like
Barry Benson, Freddie Benson
Five four three two
Life should be like a reboot
Then why when something flashy walk past me
Am I thinking it's
the orange, man, gonna rip him for his rind
Gonna take him bar bar, then I'll crunch him like Kind
Ball out like Benson, keep it sticky like it's pops
If you
(that's life)
Lookin' for a movement
It's Grind Time Rap Game
Kids see us in the street
And go bang bang bang
They see me on the street and
On the corners
to rebel, soldiers it's time to rebel
I don't want to live in 1984 as written by George Orwell
Yu might put ma body in the dungeon
But dragon
Yu can't put
spraying
Rich as the fuck and I'm gone claim it
The goat is something I became
I waited my turn now I start in the game
That nigga dissed me take his ass out
Russell, always grinding
We change the game and ride the wave, it was perfect timing, yeah
Diamonds in the dark, yeah you know they shinin'
Flashin, do
cobbles he clattered
And clashed in the dark inn-yard
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters
But all was locked and barred
He whistled a tune
in the morning
Formin a George Foreman that's a grill when
I speak and I'm on it
Till the mill in the jeep then living orders
I feel like feets
lessons in there
It take a strong-minded nigga not to fold when it's real
It takes some backbone, it don't take no skill
I was raised by the ghetto, but I
15 year old Trayvon Martin was fatally shot and killed by George Zimmerman
Martin was walking back to his father's fiance's house from a convenience
don't want no problems, what are y'all stupid
It's in the music, turn it up let it knock
Let it bang on the block till the neighbors call the cops
Chorus
(C-Murder)
I'm waking up in cold sweats
I just realized
It wasn't a dream
I shot that fool in the drive by
another
army all by my lonely
I barely got any homies cause niggas they be so phoney
It's more than rhymes, I'm a picture painter, a artist of rhythm
The rapping
game
No shady stories, no telling I'm an athlete
It's mad the way I speak
I've got ladies all over me peace
You wanted to be a team, you lacked what
freestyle much but I write 'em like such (word)
Amongst the fiends controlled by the screens
What does it all mean, all this shit I'm seein'?
Human beings
freestyle much but I write 'em like such (word)
Amongst the fiends controlled by the screens
What does it all mean, all this shit I'm seein'?
Human beings
Their screams unheard by the parents
The Bensons searched for their missing kin
All they found was body parts
Wrapped their tombstones
Welcome to death
I love it when you say things
So I can sit and watch you talk
I love it when you say George Harrison
Is better in comparison to all four minus Paul
he'd begun
Now he's got a wife and daughter, and he's nowhere close to done
Verse 2:
Say, what's that you got?
2 tickets in the front row
To George's
all I want my arms around you
I'm already late for my train
But I don't think about that
I think of you, George
At your piano, sweating in
And we saw him just without the
Slightest form just put the football on his foot and kick it about
Sixty yards a punt with no trouble at all. We were
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