-Shit dashed, smashed and crashed for distinction and cash
I feel fuckin’ depressed and can die on the stress
I got 5 on some grass for forgettin’ this mess
…God bless the hash, it can make this shit less
cuz the black sheep in music became the blue-blooded
Basics forgotten, Hip-Hop got bad
And turned into slaughter, sounds coloured red.
It’s bleeding, and bleeding, and bled into death
But don’t get this pun wrong I don’t discriminate
Translate the song, perhaps you’ll penetrate,
Now please stop tha thugs, drugs, kills and the hate
And swiftly restart, befo' it’s too late.
I spread peace-loving rhymes: I don’t wanna strike
Representin’ some def, bangin’ ain’t what I feel like
I won’t be the short-sighted tot on a trike
I’ll spread well thought-out words straight through the mic
'n I curse before words simply to emphasize
But insulted nags ask me to apologize
Do all of you send me excuse-appeals twice?
It’s all for the mettre, so fuck you, no dice.
Rap is selection of wisdom my brother
(Yeah) I weigh up the rhymes to eachother
Like a slaughter, ya'll kill cattle; I kill muthafuckin’ tattle
Who the fuck...wants to battle (…wants to battle?,…wants to battle?)??!!!
<…LyriCillaz Yah… C-I-T.>
Now listen to this, not again try to balk it
It’s pure discontent, not merely some talk-shit
No terror or bombs, but words that I stalk wit’
We can ride the whirlwind, or else we can walk it
Now listen to this, not again try to balk it
It’s pure discontent, not merely some talk-shit
No terror or bombs, but words that I stalk wit’
We can ride the whirlwind, or else we can walk it
(-Fuck you and spark shit,…Fuck you and spark shit…)
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Lyrically Yourzzz - tha Cit
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