Lyrics:
(brrt)
Shiesty young nigga, they call me a snake
Ayy, fuck all that, Trick, shoot 'em in the face
Send a hit at five, he was dead by six (by six)
Got
going viral
That lad who died, he was called Mike
He was 19, he had a whole life to try and fight
But no, his life, it was cut right short
By some random
nigga slain call me insinamal criminal
idividual hit em with a pole so low under investigation
by haters that wake mo show for the iggana im iggatra
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But I just can't get enough of it
Another day to give, another life to bleed
Take all in the Business of Punishment
Born of war, conceived by fire
Another night I feel I'm bored
Of my room again
I need some time out of my cage
To feel alive to be alright
Like yesterday
I need to get out
any drug
Had just found the one that could pull his Plug
"Yo, bro, got another rock for your hiking boots"
"Gonna make you scream and loop three
your eyes
By the time I did your love already had gone by
On my first night alone I worried that I would never find
Someone like you again, another love
I, cannot let you by
It’s been a couple days
I’ve been around I’ve had my way
But I can’t find another you
Oh I can’t find a one like you
I wish I
You can tell me what you think
You can do just what you like
You just make me want to cry
Tell you what I got a plot
Another salvo of ideas
We
I could see by the way you looked at me
Your eyes were full of hate
And that sneer upon your lips
Almost prophesied my fate
There was nowhere I could
their ideas are like their children
They'll do anything to live forever, even by killing everyone else
Every day another senseless shooting
Everything we
Gettin', his little dick sucked by the, clucks
And will he do dirt? Fool oh please
Little locs are harder then the O-G's
You fall to the ground and beg
You are the apple of my eye
If I don't see your face again
An idea grows inside
May I, run it by you
A constellation more or less
For I can see it
Up from the sticks with no sense of direction
Fear of high places and wide open spaces
Set on a path of destruction
Forged into a dull knife by
coverage.
Renounce:
It is a citizen's duty to renounce the idea of borders
and boundaries, as they strengthen their hold on us
by serving the dual purpose
see the things I see
Then you can point your fingers at the blame, not me
Ashamed how we can't stand one another
We hate the idea of a unified young
Wasting time
Going nowhere
In my mind
I’m alright
To get by
On the way down
Glorified suicide
Now it’s on fire
There’s nowhere left to wander
Soon
nothin' like this
If I can make it back to Memphis one more time
I went down to the corner, I called by buddy Ray
Said it's a bad idea, but let's do
I do it all by myself
Ideas all from my head
I remember being a little kid
And being afraid
Of the judgement
Afraid of the punishment
But I still
to flow
Yo, my M.O., making all kind of dough
From the info that Rakim show, ya know?
Yes yes y'all, I still fiend by any means
To flow, and I go
awe struck
I can't feel my legs no more
Aswear I'm star struck
Feels like I was hit by a truck
As I approach you
I Dey fear see finish
But you were so
Wake up and see the lights swirl
A thousand colours of another world
The sun is up,
another good day
Life is my playground,
and I love to play
something else altogether
It's a god it's a god it's a god and it acts like a mother
Everything forged will fail and if one god fails go find another
A new method time after time
Write a rhyme quick when I pull out my Bic pen
Stick to an idea, the soundproof slick then
Put it on paper cause I make
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