2011 Coffin Syrup Intro:
- The Big Sleep, what a picture that will make
- Mind if I look at it? Huh... Sometimes I wonder what strange fate brought me out of the storm from that house that stood alone in the shadows, since I probed into its mysteries every clue told me a different story, each had the same ending, murder, every instinct wanted me to beware that somethin' more dangerous, more deadlier than I ever known before was in that room, and suddenly...
- I like that, I'd like more... That's even better
[Hook: Goretex (x2)]
One time for sharp cats, killing so biblical
There's two ghettos, one in the mind, the other physical
The big sleep, put you in line with thugs spiritual
From pyramids to projects, sex and drug criminals
[Verse 1: Goretex]
Spit the hype shit, bloody knife shit, I break out with six pound rounds, hundred miles running like I'm a flight risk
Facing the judge for lacing drugs, base in the chlorine
Making the news, channel two, rocking the Venom long sleeve
Media bugs, fed her three pills and it was all hugs
Subpeonas popping, knocking Henny back until we all buzzed
A new religion, peep the screen play, I play the stoned villain
I stay strapped like it’s holy Tefillin
Another slab of shit talk, another king of New York
Another bag smoked, Uncle Howie do the Crip Walk
We're being watched, I know it's old news, I'm thinking it too
Even my shrink said I'm OK, I guess he's in on it too
[Hook: Goretex (x2)]
- The Big Sleep, what a picture that will make
- Mind if I look at it? Huh... Sometimes I wonder what strange fate brought me out of the storm from that house that stood alone in the shadows, since I probed into its mysteries every clue told me a different story, each had the same ending, murder, every instinct wanted me to beware that somethin' more dangerous, more deadlier than I ever known before was in that room, and suddenly...
- I like that, I'd like more... That's even better
[Hook: Goretex (x2)]
One time for sharp cats, killing so biblical
There's two ghettos, one in the mind, the other physical
The big sleep, put you in line with thugs spiritual
From pyramids to projects, sex and drug criminals
[Verse 1: Goretex]
Spit the hype shit, bloody knife shit, I break out with six pound rounds, hundred miles running like I'm a flight risk
Facing the judge for lacing drugs, base in the chlorine
Making the news, channel two, rocking the Venom long sleeve
Media bugs, fed her three pills and it was all hugs
Subpeonas popping, knocking Henny back until we all buzzed
A new religion, peep the screen play, I play the stoned villain
I stay strapped like it’s holy Tefillin
Another slab of shit talk, another king of New York
Another bag smoked, Uncle Howie do the Crip Walk
We're being watched, I know it's old news, I'm thinking it too
Even my shrink said I'm OK, I guess he's in on it too
[Hook: Goretex (x2)]
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