Lyrics:
that's been spilt
And guilt is as useless as a canvas bag
It takes action to undo what's been done
And I'm square now, I'm actually starting to have fun
fashion, Gucci belts is for them faggots
My hat is by Jabbia and if you got a fucking problem
With the future, you can get a death wish just like Atiba
And I produced the track
So you don't have to ask who it is when this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma keep on saying
It's more than roses are red and violets are blue, it's the end of the
world in a turn of the screw. The furnace is hotter or maybe it's blotter,
Whodini, launchin' rockets in the 90s!
Now I remember in the days of way back
With just a 4 track
With no SP-12 to make tracks
Wearing leather
the hook when my crew is in the mixture
What I deliver, over tracks an' rivers
Is makin' your lungs collapse an' quiver
It's the PPP foundation in your
Verona is my name
For I host this family feud
No star cross lovers to calm or tame
Their kin's hatred for the other's brood
This civil war's getting
sillier
Not quite the same, but she similar
A waste of my sarsaparilla
Used to look good in the videos, now she look hideous
Now it's broken crack
just raise the floor
Maximum vibes what I'm aiming for
I do my war dance back to the wall
Just returning my native call
And that's the way we're
Space monkey, space monkey
It's time to get real
The space race is over, how does it feel
Cold war's had a heatwave, iron curtain's torn down
They've
thought he might lose his mind.
They got married on V.E. Day
By the preacher from my mama's church
Mama'd always dreamed of a honeymoon
But daddy had
on tracks you should know if you get in my way that I never let up
There's some people that need to hear truth they get beat down by lies and get told that
warned them now they surely scared of us
seriously we party stay out the streets or face the territory
cowards of the hour sickened by my tower
and the courage of three, and the mind of a man much wiser than me
You're the soul of the brother who won't come back
Who died in my arms on the railroad track
to show him I long to see him dead
The walls dripping red from the axe in his head
And I'm sure now he's dead by the look in his eyes
Put me to sleep
disaster
And it's sung by the unemployed
Fight fire with a riot
The class war is hanging on a wire
Because the martyr is a compulsive liar
When he said
"It's
of a mobster
See a n**** pa** by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm
You're a loser in every single way
Defied by pride I cannot see
I'll track you, I'll find you
Within my grasp you can't escape
Defeated, I see red
on the line, line
Keep talkin' that smack
I ain't really worried bout that
Like it's a AK on my back, now you could
See that I'm ready 4 war
Know we came through
a pill called hindsight
Take, take a pill called
Our disconnect is starting to force intellect to give away
On the highway road signs point opposing ways
Bare witness to the greatest, can't beat us, join us
Keep heaters on us, wit red lasers
Now fair warning, sure shots won't graze ya
We hug
like film leavin' out too long, gets overexposed
Getting praised by magazines
From the girlfriends in my clothes
I hope they still love me when I shun
of the road is steadying my soul
Feels like I'm coming home
Oh yeah
It's in the wind that's blowing, it's in the red wine
Life's got it's way of showing
Because of dat now I grit my teeth
So here's a song to the strong
'Bout a shake of a snake
And the smile went along with that
Can't truss it
Can't
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