Lyrics:
I got the game down to a science, it's the clients
that turn small time hustlers into giants
Three course meal, waitin for my appetizer
Blowin like
been cleaned warily
Devoid of love, but thoroughly prepared for
THE RECKONING
Black, red, violet are the colours
Showing anxiety to please
(But) time
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Ceasefire end the blockade Ceasefire send the the aid
Ceasefire end the blockade Ceasefire send the the aid
This didn't start in two twenty three
steppin' by Red ayy, ten millimeter inside of the clip
I'm gon' take off your head ayy, I ain't talk to ysl
Since he been on the yard finna send us some
Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for
as you can
It'll make you head feel good all inside.
So the Captain says alright
He takes himself three big tokes
Off that funny little brown weed
as good as going tourist.
By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set.
He was thoroughly packed and the post
Office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock.
and all he had
to show was three dog-eared letters and two very expensive long-distance phone
calls. True, when school had ended and she'd returned
seeing red I guess I'm slowly going colour blind
Hiding in your bedroom like the items that Mother Finds
Gouge out both your retinas and replace them with
getting knocked down by my fears
I smear them and move on that's how I was raised
But I fear that if I stay here I'll just stay afraid
I can't lie to you,
When the sun is shining
I like to close my eyes and see
Under my eyelids
Its bright red after-glow
From inside our leather bags
Let’s pull out our
to the younger me ,To wish I turned out better
My mood swings been living in a stage of colours
Like red, yellow, green, like I'm out with the heathers
Clock's
on the couch
by the TV. 3D visions of a soapflake, trumpets
blared, a voice declared: "Are you feeling dirty?"
Yes but also very pleased. Heard applause, felt
But pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers
A picture, picture, picture, picture painted pink
Could turn to red, to red, to red in blooded quick
fought we wrought, and let's annoint'
Now you're bein persecuted by that universal court court court
Iron hell with the strong blend of rape and blend
Fuck a red dot, this an ACOG, uh
Aim at ya face, get a headshot
Red hot, ain't a chili pepper when the bomb drop, uh
Getting fed up, need a face off
, i found someone to take a look inside
ct last , i found someone to take a look inside
(V2)
LIGHTS ON
Drive by —- lookin inside but ain't no way
fighter
Then my mommy sent me to the shop with some kroon and a list of 3 items
1 2 3 4 50 sente in my hand
60 sekondes
7 rondtes
8gte mekaar
9n wonder die
From the deep of our guts
To the last drop of sweat
From the end of the alley where the red lights are on
To the white of our bones
and the bottom
some jive
There was pills of every colour on the shelf
Like skittles from hell
She rang the bell and a guy walked in
With a splintered peg leg
and the desert red hot when his mother drove in with a flat
She went inside to cool off with a beer and I saw her kid in the back
He lay on the seat in
on the floor cause
You live by the sword you die by the sword
You live by your word you die by some more
If you play the game you've got to live with the score
wipe it off on tile, the light is brighter this time
Everything is 3D blasphemy
My eyes are red and gold, the hair is standing straight up
This is not
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