Yo, in a mahogany, black scenery, that was lightning and rain drops I'm tied up in the basement cocaine spot like Bangkok I'm blindfold, Vietnam type mind control this torture His accent sounds like the rarest culture Askin me, my atrophy stabbin me gradually Says his attribute, was satanic, masonic, ironic I felt reminded of my fast life ventures And winters, blinded til the flashlight enters
27 years I shed 27 tears for my 27 dead peers, 27 lighters on my dresser dey all went out,it's a drought,I drink guineas stought,went to Vegas but I craped out,laugh out loud I wanna rap but I'm scared of a crowd,so I frown,turn it upside down whenever she's around,lo and found
flowing like flowetry,my poetry,deep like a rosary,and just as holy,as the ghost,in the beat iz what I thist the most,it's the jazz,and the rap,that make me laugh,why because it was all I had,here's my chance,to take phoroahs dance,and find romance,just a glance,at ur stance,makes me wanna ask can I be ur man,go home and sleep on it,this won't take but a moment
Yo! I'm here lying in bed, head spinning outa control. I need therapy and some healing for my soul. Just the other day life was good, was setting goals, now I'm here beside myself heart broken left exposed. Plus I'm all alone, and I haven't got a home, no family and no friends my companion is my phone. I feel so double minded and misguided it's like my Angels and my demons went to war and now there both colliding. Its so traumatising the ups and downs to and fro round and rounds si demoralising
mo money is wat we scream,us the strugglers searchin fo that green,to get into a better scene,see money is not a want is a Need, with it,our families we feed,thats why we're in these streets with so much lust and greed,murder and robbery are just sum ways,which are wrong decisions,but anyways it pays,keeps you livin fo 1 or mo days,
catch the beat, yeah man, got my mind on mahogany/ despite this monotony my lines like lobotomies// sharp as its gotta be, to cut through yo brain/ do the same,as nas or rakim,breedin flames// my seeds is saved, holdem, chryogenically frozen/ why you lames is flowin is unknown, you imposin// im sittin in time, flippin the limelight on its axis/ sit back kids, buckle up while i fight this bad shit// you batty in the head and lackin bread-massive/ while i attack the masses we clashin, shitsblastin
check it { Vengo duro'' para el futuro'' de seguro ke estoy caliente cambiandote el ambiente'' escorpiones '' copiones porfiones'', ratones comiendo basura de safacones''. I rep for my Boris and Domis in the streets'' who hustle so they can eat '' mess with us and you may lose all your teeth'' its deep so here comes the pain el dolor'' no importa el color'' vengo dominando el mic porque tengo el control''] word PR, DR , NY...
ayo call the precinct,dis kid got bodied its indisent,off a animal instinct,wanted to be a Mack now he's bleeding,for no reason,except,it's was his time and season,to meet his maker,went to jail,and still didn't wake up,so he's got his mind to make up,work or more pies to bake up,a new beginning iz the only way to win to sin,quite possibly we all end up like him
whatchu kids want from from me, like ghost from da past haunting me, playground days taunting me. but shit got so much realer, ice pick diamonds shiny jewels. yeah im that dealer, got so much green i wear ganj lined shoes. paper hats, paper dudes, knit respect out of paper, fools. cause thats all thts necessary to be happy, green and hoes on my lappy fresh beats and swisher sweets, hell yeh wrapped tight no flappy chappy and cracked up, bad show turn your act up be real or back the fack up
i chill fine riding in ma black nd red beamer blowing smoke out the window i'm a bitch mind reader/ real talk to them niggas, i'm a god in ma side believer/ what's on ma mind good head nd a booty reciever/ looking fo sum pleasure, i be on her ass like pressure/ she to tight, swag is ight, i just call her candy precious/ been on nd off in the pain nd pressure conditions/ learned the moves work with money , thats ma everyday mission/ been thinking since 92, getting money's like a tradition/addicti
Its an OK loop, not rare..mainly the outro..thats why it fades then the kick drum thumps hella louder than the rest...just a loop of the end..the real instrumental, has breaks/switchups/chorus
