Lyrics:
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
I'm thinking that it's delusional
That I'd lose it all to you
But there's a fire in my heart
That craves the the things of the dark
cnd not a moment
Dead men don't need love
I'm not Jesus
I'm not Jesus
Before I'm found dead
Look inside my damned eyes for a last time
Let's fuck outside
with my cat's eyes
Don't try and fool me with your disguise
I'll jump right on you, better think twice
Annihilated by my cat's eyes
I'll turn on you
too so I understand
I am not defeated by the mongoose
I do not wait silently to surprise my prey
I am a hunter I pick up your scent
From six thousand
kicked the bass like an NFL punter
And scoped the booty like a big game hunter
I said to the girl, "Yo, you look tired
Let's go get some rest, relax by
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
After stepping to KCR lit and flexing my shit
No gun talk, no gimmicks, just rounds of raw-dogging
Dirty dusty intelligent wit and word murdering
spirit been broken
By long sleepless nights with tears dripping from my sockets
I ain't Hunter Dane no more, they took away my liveliness
Fear got ahold me
So come my turn
I aint flinchin
Death talks to me
Like we kissin
But not today
I'm goin pave the way
Close my eyes, and then Concentrate
Stack it up
By the harrowed hold
From which alliance drains
Into my drunken scars
To which these arms fail reach
Father, could it be
That heaven's
Drowning
Uh wassup show these niggas how
The west was won
Yeah if you don't know my name by now
Just call me any rapper, could get it
Any month, any week,
by darkness
For the power you can't harness
Ghosts from the past stand before your eyes Making you wish for your demise
Once the hunter now the hunted
hoe
Called by the Militant Mack, my mentality is jail
Long as I`m strapped I can`t fail
Check this, I take the bass and I bust you in the eye with
STRAIGHT LYRICS
Written by: Brandon Hayes AKA Familiar The Artist
Intro
I mean it’s a whole lotta mu-fuckin money to make/ I’m just trynna get some
been out by winter
But creativity takes patience I missed, and
You can't carve sculptures without a few splinters
And all for some art that I put my soul
This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the It's About Time album, and has also been released on the Country Classics album
scars on my back
That to turn me in the man that I should
Be by myself and live in my head, close off the world and stay in my shed
Watching the rain
underoos sat on the toilet bowl
And let the hand I hold the mic with take control
Closed my eyes tight so it would seem more real
I'm thinkin' about
My memory blotchy
Enemies watch
Taking them out by proxy
These laws ungodly
Apology poxy this could end up costly
What them lot top me
nah you lost b
My bro did time men I couldn’t wait
For the time that he spent had to get him straight
I wish you saw my eyes when I seen his face
Had to lie
This wound cannot be patched
as my blood runs gelatinous, sweet and black
Only to be tasted by the chafed lips of the inflicter, a mirror
a world shades of gray
Ray of hope for the nation
Fear
To fascination
We give our blood and our tears everyday in the fray
Eyes glow yellow with my new lens
underneath I knew how much I'd hurt her
For I'd put teardrops in my mama's eyes
In my mama's eyes I've never done a wrong thing
I was still a baby in my
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