Alter ego (Ft. Murdaman)
• Written by NomaL
Recording:View Fullscreen
Lyrics:
Yo i used to walk the coldest blocks
Iced out chain with the benjies in my socks
Blood-diamonds on the roof in the Rolls
Gotta be realest, antonym to false
Yo im the scranton branch makin calls
So much paper it's hard to spend it all
Executing microphones in the booth
Belong on deathrow playin tunes on the tooth
Catch a body, dump it in the river
Your rhymes are outta order like Amy's liver
I gotta say, R.I.P to the beat
And pour a cup of henny into the street
Salute, to the homies n' hoes
To the OGs n' the average Joe's
With empty pockets n' beat up clothes
With the rent due n' drinkin at Moe's
I feel the struggle, i been there befo'
So when they want a rhyme i give em a show
The ol' shmo with cocain in the nose
Tellin the kids to stay away from the dope
The best kept secret spilled by some blabbermouth
Looking for some dapper sound then his rap went south
Wake up fix the nose with two grams
If ya feeling blue this the blue jam
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In my area colors matter the most
Shootin dice at night under the lightpost
Yo we dont waste time even we chillin
In my district there's bloods n crips killin
The sound of sirens echoes like an avalance
Concrete buildings 3 hour ambulance
Same dude' blue T fade n timberlands
Sketch artists keeps finding the same man-
Damn- bang bang kicks like van damme
Man to man you'll take flight like pan am
I gots great flows like the mexican gulf
I'll take a shot and make the hole like golf
Samplin premium cocain in my nose
Luxury sedans fram japan with 4 doors
My baby mama talkin all that drama
Lemme put that shit on hold like a comma
Ice on the rollie the block is like a sauna
It's my time to shine like night in tijuana
