Poemz Dice (Ft. Esham & Razzaq)
"Poemz - Dice (Ft. Esham & Razzaq)" is a #HipHop track from 2023 that explores themes of fate, chance, and the struggles of life. The lyrics delve into personal experiences and societal challenges, emphasizing resilience. Unique elements include intricate wordplay and a haunting beat, reflecting the artists' backgrounds and cultural commentary.
[Verse 1: Razzaq]
I'm hanging like scrotum sacks
Doing drive-bys in Cadillacs
Smoking niggas while they smoking buddha sacks
Niggas getting wet up like stamps
I'm blowing out brains as quick as I'm blowing out amps
It's like nasty ass no good hookers
I got bullets ripping through car doors, amps & subwoofers
When I was a little boy drinking Hi-Cs
I was murdering Capricorns, Libras and Pisces
I sees my neighborhood sewed up, hold up
Got slowed up, enemies get dropped for showed up
Pitbulls gets blown up with no delay
I blew away my next door neighbor's Bouvier
Careless, juicin motherfuckers like spare ribs
In Detroit sticking up stores owned by Arabs
Before I was born twice, from knowledge to torn
I smoked a nigga for blowing his horn
Chaotic, never nervous
Smoking a nigga of the Internal Revenue Service
Watchin' niggas I know be flipping keys
I be flipping on motherfuckers at Mickey Ds
Deep, deep below...through the muck and the snow
Fear is found below...through the muck and the snow
I'm hanging like scrotum sacks
Doing drive-bys in Cadillacs
Smoking niggas while they smoking buddha sacks
Niggas getting wet up like stamps
I'm blowing out brains as quick as I'm blowing out amps
It's like nasty ass no good hookers
I got bullets ripping through car doors, amps & subwoofers
When I was a little boy drinking Hi-Cs
I was murdering Capricorns, Libras and Pisces
I sees my neighborhood sewed up, hold up
Got slowed up, enemies get dropped for showed up
Pitbulls gets blown up with no delay
I blew away my next door neighbor's Bouvier
Careless, juicin motherfuckers like spare ribs
In Detroit sticking up stores owned by Arabs
Before I was born twice, from knowledge to torn
I smoked a nigga for blowing his horn
Chaotic, never nervous
Smoking a nigga of the Internal Revenue Service
Watchin' niggas I know be flipping keys
I be flipping on motherfuckers at Mickey Ds
Deep, deep below...through the muck and the snow
Fear is found below...through the muck and the snow
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