Killin' em softly
• Written by Pervaiz
question of a fact is, are you a rat?
holdin a bat but you rhyme bout gats
talk about ass but you can't interact
feelin the voltage rattle like snakes
500 miles push on the disc brake
hop out the back my feet will migrate
heavens door, but i am just too late
too late,too late
my fate,I made
my god,I praise
peace be upon him my lord
killin em softly with words
lickin the blood that drips off the sword
aboard the accord the bottle I poured
ignored the fact that they pressed record
my life is fucked I crashed the concord
call me a terrorist all you want
your only in fight with your damn war
i find it bizzare you drive a nice car
livin on decks that hit the top floor
yet your people starvin
bad problems
push and shovin
just cuz i am persian they think i drop bombs
and don't ever fuckin mention islam
my chemistry with my art is a wise chemist
tryna make the perfect odds like he got a fetish
lookin up the gods everynight and day
pervaiz will prevail in quadriceptic ways
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Pervaiz
Member since November 20 2013