6ft Deep

Lucha monk killin' rhymes like a phantom, proach em A proper motivation shifts my way to live on Da truths are ugly then were born dead already Resurrected from laboratory zombie colony Cuz I walk trough the valley of the shadow of death Then pay my homage to god and prophets love and respect Im just another lamb, jailed like Dufraigne, rollin' a herb Got me broken hand stuck on this game guided by greatest shepherd Face the fate same fame bust in different level Dealin' wit the same game but just different devil 'Street Rebel', how they labeled my attitude I wont verbal my gratitude, from how this system does look It took me while to see the cosmic as blasphemy Same roots run the planet changing history 5 centuries workin' to washin your brain Cuz now that finally 7 sins covered 7 heavens So pick your poison! Or rather fuck up this crap, boy life was a bet when you put higher stakes Love causes war either love or you hate The revolution of my mental state till my line gon flat! FLOPPED in the land of hip hop Determined from a thought take down those heels from the top Held the truth as the trust, blooms the wild godetia Horatio We sparkdala to the death of Ophelia! From here I could burry y'all SIX FEET DEEP Cuz Massive Fields spittin' bullet like a Pistol Pete, like no shit Your hoe moshpitted my dick, U.G.O. draggin' casket "from here I could burry y'all" Motherfucker Bitch got go to sleep, Massive Fields spittin' bullet like a pistol pete like y'all click! Chicks moshpitted my dick "from here I could burry y'all" (Massive Fields, ComboTrial) From the lord's lap, we bust gats, yo crosscheck the flow This is luchador, hate the concept, respect the show FUN FACT These cats still waitin' off ma cum-back, these scumbags swangin' the project Junglin' moped, travel in no men's land, exhausts you like a body-slam Cuz every consequences cost you like a boomerang I spit that Orang-Utang slang, and rock the cubicle, pop dat pharmaceutical Get clowned, get down, get doctor, shit bussiness as usual I front that ritual, if fame took your soul to the devil's chain for exchange The pain of slavery when everybody needs money, expense of white men industry The game would neva be the same, would never be sustained at da land of democracy My minority, got bullied on vast majority, as da last authority that still kept your glass empty The lost prophecy, and the ghost of philosophy, to da voice of epiphany They never listenin, nail in the coffin, as we slowly turn be one of them Tryna' hit the joint but they prisoned us a system Fore' we get the point, now the sun rises on western Yo, so count your blessings tho', lets find that peak of your struggle End this blood sweat and tears man by a shovel, I raise my knuckles screamin' loud 'TALK THE TALK', 'WALK THE WALK', bitch I refuse to fuel the diesel "POP YOUR GLOCK THEN" SIX FEET DEEP Massive Fields spittin' bullet like a Pistol Pete, like no shit Your hoe moshpitted my dick, U.G.O. draggin' casket "Pop your glock then" Modafucker Bitch got go to sleep, Massive Fields spittin' bullet like a Pistol Pete like y'all click Chicks moshpitted my dick "Pop your glock theen" Hip hop till the end