Gas & Brains (feat. The bum.)

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Rey Morado

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Constant battle and warfare, may leave certain soldiers shell shocked
PTSD, life affects those the same
Sometimes, one can find oneself
Not even resembling a living being
Powered off of the fumes of their own destruction
Woah, woah, I smell danger bo
Anger inside extinguished, the manger broke
I ain't tryna get slain, so my fangs awoke
Hangman on my ass, I'm deranged it go, like dis
What I might do, you might not like dis
I do it to survive, sometimes I light shit
If Ion get my way I might throw a light fit
I done been through things, almost lose yo life shit
I done been to heaven, then fell to hell
Ain't listening, these niggas blind, easy I could tell
I'm quiet, superhero identity don't reveal,
Like muthafuck dis clock I do it to get a meal
Hollow feeling, how you a gone get a mil
Slinging dis rock, it come hotter than yo block
Remember when shit was hot, trailed by undercover cops
I told her hit a left and right, til trail dropped
Rey coming like thief in the night, my hands raw
Nigga heart racing, grip the pen & swing like Jason, no conversation
Like a combo, I came with the pack
The free form angel, I'm aging, my veins black
I got more control of my destiny my reins back
The reign back, I been sweating like my back hit rain
And my back hurt, I might go John Henry from pain
I cant die in this shit nigga, I got too much to gain
Now what's that smell nigga?
Gas and brains
Get a whiff of it, help me pass my pain
And I just hit, f*ck it, I might smash again
Fly, you get clipped, like the grass, the green
Like what's that smell huh, a bag of flame
Couldn't give a f*ck bout a tag or fame
Broke ass nigga, probably bag ya main
Hoe ass nigga
Hold up, lemme state the facts as presented
We been through it all, both the walls and the ceiling
Smoke filling my lungs, living like Moses still ain't got nothing to tell ya
And by proxy it's still f*ck 12 yeah?
People brokering for mid, but you still on the shelf yeah
Bars are for cages and you built em yourself yeah
I'm still living, not limping, make em livid
Cause the likes of them, they would be begging for healthcare
Pack torched and it's looking like hell here, hellion in the fly fare
Face facts, flip verse and the fight still not fair
Defy five mics and it's real never hype, Ripley's how I feel
You know ain't no docs on this flight
Trash the script, pass the piff, bag a bih, aye
Gas and brains
Get a whiff of it, help me pass my pain
And I just hit, f*ck it, I might smash again
Fly, you get clipped, like the grass, the green
Like what's that smell huh, a bag of flame
Couldn't give a f*ck bout a tag or fame
Broke ass nigga, probably bag ya main
Hoe ass nigga
Look in the mirror

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