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    Vein

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    [Vordul]
    Pop goes the flow of the weasel
    Strapped with an Ox full of diesel
    Trapped in the desert with eagles
    Thoughts of ghetto acapellas in cathedrals
    Spilling heavy gospels with cheaters
    Twisted up, high off the reefer
    Lost beyond regions of logic and reason, just being
    We high so be not so obedient to societys laws and limitations
    Lost in this ghetto population
    Im just another face thats facing all types of, like
    Stereotypes and hatred
    But I aint going to whet that and get all stressed out
    Im just trying to make it and strive with my...
    Hellbent
    Hell went through changes, emotions, inner thoughts and rages
    Relieved and released on pages
    My life in its cycle and stages
    Seen through descriptions in nature
    Ever since back in the days when niggaz was loving and hating
    Everyone trapped and two thou caught The Matrix
    With diseases of judgement that breed through the hatred
    Conceived through these scenes and then painted
    Now what really defines the line of a hater
    And what defines the line of someone even greater
    And what makes somebody jump that line trying to take it
    Wrapped behind enemy lines trying to make it
    Mind in another universe while my physicals stuck on the earth
    In these inner city mazes
    [Vast Aire]
    Yo [x11]
    Lay that shit down
    What is you, a clown?
    You wanna see a little kid get shot?
    Give me two good reasons so I dont smack you
    For flashing a gun in my face just to get some respect
    All in all, its all love and Im here to protect
    You only twelve years old, someonell snap your neck
    You let your pants sag, but your thoughts gotta pull up
    Mental calisthenics, lazer brains cant push up
    Or even sit up to fight for what they believe in
    He thought about it
    I said, "Peace, keep breathing."
    I see him mumbling, shrugging his shoulder
    He probably cursing, but he know better
    He had a beretta with the rubbed off serial digit
    And I know he got it from Carlos The Midget
    The only cat I know cold enough to hustle shit to kids
    Been in this three man team forming eight arm squid
    And they laugh in the face of
    Any possibilities of being through and dead
    Were all from the same ghettos
    And these are the same hollow tips that knock nearly out of stilettos
    He cocked first, I cocked second
    And in that exact second both of the gats burst
    "Man, this is your last fucking chance."
    "Fuck you, this is your last chance."
    [Vordul]
    Live and orchestrated
    From blocks where animals grew up as four lazers
    We twist mad sabres
    Rock the sky pimping jays all day blazes
    Wrapped in these inner city mazes
    Relaxing on corners where cats stay wasted
    Choking on 4-0 basics, you taste it
    My lifes an oasis, this trifes what I make it
    Straight through these days spitting raps that laced it
    Im just trying to blaze these mics on the stages
    Write on these pages like life as a scene, in amazement
    Like, "Ima stay blazing mics until Im fading
    Off of this surface to return to my nature"
    In the meantime, spit flows and cop acres
    Put my fam in it with shelter that spaces
    Everyday life, yo, is rap in these mazes
    Im just trying to make it
    The O-E slowly dissolves in my belly, got me aching
    Niggaz up the block, yo I swear, trying to take it
    But Ima stay patient, watching every move made in the jungle
    Its live trying to strive in this struggle
    New York state of mind, thats the home that I come to
    Nothing but pigeons living, trapped in this system
    Bleeding, screaming...phoenix
    We needed that scrap for that meaning to stay shining
    Trying to escape out of hellfires and lakes
    Brain on another plane gliding through acid rain
    Thats stress trying to master pain
    Spit words, not to hurt, but to bash your brain
    Thats the worth of an MC wrapped in the vein
    New Yor
    [ Vein Lyrics ]
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