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Verse One
I use satire when I rap, especially when you all call me a liar. I set the beat on fire, like pot heads putting the flame to the joint. Spreading hate through my raps is not the point. It’s all about revolution and the long awaited government evolution. I found the magic potion, deep in our hearts. Ready to get rid of the old farts, making the decisions, screwing up the economy more and more; Like money hungry gold digging whores. Like pro’s SkTzO and I talking politics and running this poem aka rap . Shout out to PureSkillz doing that , going hard like a rock. I’m still dogging blast from the glock of my enemies. Fighting for my life and all I got is fist and a dull pocket knife. Cause and effect, that’s all the cops needed. Sweating after the deal I just pleaded. I deflect neglect and respect ladies if they make me erect. EJECT what I last said, that kind of will leave me dead. Wishing for a light after night but it seems we all have a fate that is coming to date, we all hate and steal and kill all for the fake will. To live be my main objective, avoiding police is secondary; making to vote is primary and elective.
Chorus:
Twinkle, twinkle little star, I got dreams of going far. Up in the sky ohh so high, I’m going to be looking at the world from above, that’s no lie. Making cash is my lullaby. Click clack is the sound of my pistol, like Too Short I blow the whistle. Peace to east and pieces to the west. *** a vest; I take bullets to the chest. Ya’ll need to shut up and give it a rest before I blast a tech.
Verse Two
Just took 12 shots of Bacardi to numb the pain for when the bullets pierce my body. No vest I’ll let you aim for my chest. Blast at my head; I’m catching the bullet, throw it back, put it your brains. Watch out when the paper gets hit by the lead rain. My rhymes stay stuck in your head. Like a waiter, I’ll get you served. Like Drake, it’s not over till it’s over. Committing villainess acts in the back of a ford explorer, ak-47 aimed at your daughter, stealing candy from a baby, sad is what he’s feeling. Leave, come back around and start a spree of killing. Ninety-nine bullets in the clip and one in the chamber. Stop, you’re just feeding my anger.
Chorus:
Twinkle, twinkle little star, I got dreams of going far. Up in the sky ohh so high, I’m going to be looking at the world from above, that’s no lie. Making cash is my lullaby. Click clack is the sound of my pistol, like Too Short I blow the whistle. Peace to east and pieces to the west. *** a vest; I take bullets to the chest. Ya’ll need to shut up and give it a rest before I blast a tech.
Verse Three
I’m on my last stand, surrounded, gun in my hand. Isn’t this grand! Bam! Bam! Two shots go off, flash backs run through my mind. I remember the days when I was once kind. A heart in me is hard to find. REWIND. Even though I dissed the west in my hook, that’s a lie like a children’s story book. I still love my coast; we go together like jelly and toast. Wait till I make the White House where they send my post. Hate to leave a rhyme dark like the forest, but *** it, here’s the chorus
Chorus:
Twinkle, twinkle little star, I got dreams of going far. Up in the sky ohh so high, I’m going to be looking at the world from above, that’s no lie. Making cash is my lullaby. Click clack is the sound of my pistol, like Too Short I blow the whistle. Peace to east and pieces to the west. *** a vest; I take bullets to the chest. Ya’ll need to shut up and give it a rest before I blast a tech.
(Repeat into a fade away)
