LIGHT

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HOOK
I could show em sauce, but I'd rather show em light
I been feeling lost, but that's really not my type
New age holocaust, take your soul outta sight
Give em the right cost then they really take your life
Think they getting off by the way they roll the dice
Feel like the eight ball, I'm outta sight, I pocket mine
Pray on my downfall, but that's just where you cross the line
And you won't ever ball if you just busy wasting time
 
VERSE
 
Gimme the smoke,
I'm on the ropes,
I gotta float
Look at the pope,
All that he know,
Pray for the foes
Guard up your soul,
When all of your folk,
Colder than snow
I gotta coast,
Eyes on the road,
Watching me cope
 
Mood swing like a mood ring,
New wings cut a few strings,
Crossed up like a shoe string when the phone ring from a few lames
She taking dick like it's CPR
Most of these rappers are PC hard,
Run out of juice like a leaky car,
That is what happens from weekly starts
 
Mask your intentions,
Stabbing the back of a menace,
Bottle the cap in a minute,
Rippin a scab when you finish,
Pay em da a cash wit a witness,
Cuttin it fast, he get timid,
Blade on the dash where I’m sittin,
Poison the flask ain’t no feelin’,
It is a wrap for the women,
Tipped by the dad of their children,
hitting the gas, drop the ceiling
Cocking it back, he don’t fit in
Haunted by past it be ticking,
Pushed by the mass to go trick it,
Treat on a bad bitch, she flippin
Cold hearted savage, no mittens
Now taking L’s to the kidneys,
think he kidding, till he find you slippin
 
Turning the corner, thinking bout murder, the journey, it’s former,
formally over with mortars,
Comical bombing destruction of the mind soul and the body,
Illuminate 'luminati ,
live in the darkness,
the answer is sparking,
The Pain keep us harbored,
ill end it for me and yourself,
keeping the tomb on the shelf,
With all my mistakes in the shells,
nah fuck it go give em some hell,
but you are bleeding you fell,
 
Nobody told em,
from the top of the totem,
They there to flop when they fold em,
all on his cock till he bloated,
ego been stroked now he folding,
cards on the table he know it,
 
HOOK
I could show em sauce, but I'd rather show em light
I been feeling lost, but that's really not my type
New age holocaust, take your soul outta sight
Give em the right cost then they really take your life
Think they getting off by the way they roll the dice
Feel like the eight ball, I'm outta sight, I pocket mine
Pray on my downfall, but that's just where you cross the line
And you won't ever ball if you just busy wasting time

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Member since July 1 2015

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