ever since hip-hop started to dance
they turn there backs and cease to give real artists a chance
im murderin carter fans wit the heart of a lion n the smarts of a man
i dont push grams just pass me the kush man, damn
i aint got no papers ill have ta smoke from this busch can
ooo,i burnt my lips on the tab, n everyone wanna hit it
here come some crips in a cab so i dipped in the bag
its that scientific shwag that shit was picked in a lab
i think this reefer be laced but ima STOP.. eat.. n reblaze
wreakin for 3 days im so fuckin high i cant speak or see straight
freezin in a heatwave did i die n go ta heaven or just meet the dj
inducin bruises til your sights dim im not new to violence
i move in silence through the shadows with a crew of tyrants
bringin nothin but proof like science and the truth as guidance
from birth raised to oppose authority like i grew defiant
long before jena 6 i hung dudes sick spittin text like lung flu
rippin writtens n my tongues rude, a god walkin in scriptures
risen n blessed among you
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this way dope homie
they turn there backs and cease to give real artists a chance
im murderin carter fans wit the heart of a lion n the smarts of a man
thats one of my fav lines in dis... cuz it makes sense and i understand by what u mean about how real artists are getting more and more rare.. good thinkin on that one
overall good drop dawg
they turn there backs and cease to give real artists a chance
im murderin carter fans wit the heart of a lion n the smarts of a man
thats one of my fav lines in dis... cuz it makes sense and i understand by what u mean about how real artists are getting more and more rare.. good thinkin on that one
overall good drop dawg
I'll kill u dawg, lyrically or with tha ber-etta. its wut-eva//
cuz u kno i squeeze arms like I'm checkin my blood pressure//
Son I write with the trifeness
Engraved in Tyson
Curse the shots that left BIG and Pac lifeless
-Cormega-Verbal Graffiti
cuz u kno i squeeze arms like I'm checkin my blood pressure//
Son I write with the trifeness
Engraved in Tyson
Curse the shots that left BIG and Pac lifeless
-Cormega-Verbal Graffiti
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