[Sample]
Let him assassinate someone!
I've been watching you through the window
[Verse 1]
When no eyes are friendly
Survive the frenzy cause my gene pool
Live assembly, pride and envy cause the green rule
No tact in me, happily packing the mean tool
Trouble chases couple paces, watch the teens duel
Angst of the slum, suppressed best thanks to the gun
Gotta be wise to survive, gangsters is young
Way we seem to cope with this demon approaching us
Is like a cobra hiss, greet 'em tumultuous
Slamming in the hammer, standing with loaded clips
Stash box if the task cops probe the whips
Pound a white, don't sound polite, call it lotus fist
Bring heat home in streets known, that's where you holding bricks
Played the field, so came to build, told 'em this:
In the glum night, sun might get a solar eclipse
Healed scrapes the only real breaks, rode to fix
During the whack years, no fat gears, or bloated kicks
Mom's dirt born, [?] search long for a show of ticks
Rhyme with ease, pleased life gave lemons not lyme disease
Drama town, no common ground, just time to squeeze
Meet the rudest me in puberty, had my fill of poor
Trips through the jets, triple X, took a ceiling four [?]
Spins outta control for a knot I could hold
Troll for scum of the road, promise of gold
This bastard cast another bullet, my mind is the mold
Never taught us a daughter forever climbing the pole
They say them lines in the sky for climate control
They trying to hold, so lines I'm supplying is cold
One of the few to embrace new, pay homage to old
I thank crew, bank grew, cause llamas was sold
Hard to sound legit if you counterfeit
The max-cam match drop of blood with a pound of spit
(And they ain't never been around the shit)
Let him assassinate someone!
I've been watching you through the window
[Verse 1]
When no eyes are friendly
Survive the frenzy cause my gene pool
Live assembly, pride and envy cause the green rule
No tact in me, happily packing the mean tool
Trouble chases couple paces, watch the teens duel
Angst of the slum, suppressed best thanks to the gun
Gotta be wise to survive, gangsters is young
Way we seem to cope with this demon approaching us
Is like a cobra hiss, greet 'em tumultuous
Slamming in the hammer, standing with loaded clips
Stash box if the task cops probe the whips
Pound a white, don't sound polite, call it lotus fist
Bring heat home in streets known, that's where you holding bricks
Played the field, so came to build, told 'em this:
In the glum night, sun might get a solar eclipse
Healed scrapes the only real breaks, rode to fix
During the whack years, no fat gears, or bloated kicks
Mom's dirt born, [?] search long for a show of ticks
Rhyme with ease, pleased life gave lemons not lyme disease
Drama town, no common ground, just time to squeeze
Meet the rudest me in puberty, had my fill of poor
Trips through the jets, triple X, took a ceiling four [?]
Spins outta control for a knot I could hold
Troll for scum of the road, promise of gold
This bastard cast another bullet, my mind is the mold
Never taught us a daughter forever climbing the pole
They say them lines in the sky for climate control
They trying to hold, so lines I'm supplying is cold
One of the few to embrace new, pay homage to old
I thank crew, bank grew, cause llamas was sold
Hard to sound legit if you counterfeit
The max-cam match drop of blood with a pound of spit
(And they ain't never been around the shit)
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