Lyrics:
things you call humans but we call it lunch
They smell it from miles away
I stand at the dock now a butchering block
Smashing. Hacking. Laughing.
We
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
it's for survival
As if it's the last sip of water I'll ever get
Ribs visible, eyes bloodshot, thrusting away
Got my cob looking like Mexican street
hungry snatch the dishes out ya kitchen
I'll be wylin' til they pick me outta line-up...
We keep the nines tucked, chopped dimes up, rap about it
Wyle
And remember when your Lord proclaimed
If you give thanks by accepting faith and worshipping none but Me, Allah
I will give you more of My blessings
But if you
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'Chopped n' Screwed'
Well, well, well, well, hello baby
For one day you here and then you're gone
they rushed the store before Soul Train Awards
Incorporate a law, whoever ain't raw get they hand chopped
By Jamal with the Wu sword
My crew
caps Ski masks, loced out murder one classes
Those new Wallabe's, hocked up, Chuck Taylors
Permanent creased five-oh-one jeans
Throw away his real
the housing by the thousand, I watched out the Chrysler
Bombs strike ya like the mighty Thor, blast the door
Recite a page like a tidal wave, past the shore
Two
chest
Put a shovel through your head
They call me Double-Edged Ed
Yup
I'm only human just like anybody else
Overcome by a murderous rage
I leave a trail
I'm so glad you have a wife- In this wolf eat samurai world
You better grab your swords and saw your nads off
You'll get chopped off by the needle
it chopped
Tell me what you need, you know I get 'em by the flock
I call my homie Black, meet me on the Ave
I hit Wash' Heights with the money in
it chopped
Tell me what you need, you know I get 'em by the flock
I call my homie Black, meet me on the Ave
I hit Wash' Heights with the money in
allowed
And now there's blood pon my arm and a leg
Like I chopped up a arm and a leg
I would dash away these clothes, but these labels on my arm
squeeze hammers, man
Bullets breeze by you, like Louisiana, man
But I gotta feed Tianna, man
So I move keys, you can call me the Piano Man
Rain, sleet,
on the room
In my mind it's just a bloom
I came here by afternoon?
Oh my god, I'M DOOMED
A briefcase with money
There's a car on the driveway
Gonna call to my
far and you might drop
Cream of the crop
That's fertile land so I finna grow lots
Weeds tangling roots so they finna get chopped
On my own pedestal it's
'm drifting off the abyss
Money calls I follow suit
Embossing my heart on the sleeve
And I'll never toss it
Life's too short to let it pass you by
And so I
Remember the darkness will show you the way
It's a long way away, it's a long way away
And I'm all alone, alone, alone
All alone, alone, away
Inside
with
'Til you looking over like, "Look at what they done made work"
Circling the block, I know your call before you start
Put your phone down, Pyer
I’ma start this and then I’m gonna end it
Carted away like it’s dead shit
You see the rabbit? Son, I’ll play it
I’ma have it for dinner
Even though I
father had stated
Something my mother reiterated every day
From the phone calls in her cell to the letters I heard her pray
To a God she don't believe in,
To what I call fatal love caught up by the way of drugs
But some don't get it, it's so addictive
This relationship so vindictive
First I love it then I
away, it ain't a tragedy
In high demand, if you asking me
And I mean I come late, but only fashionably
Got your lingerie, all on my screen
Take a shot
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