SD Lyrics
Ya boy nasty,
you can't surpass me or blast me
harass me or caste me,
your voice sounds trashy,
elaborate with the microphone mastery,
I spit fact not fiction,
i am the addiction and the prescription
my diction,
is to leave yall wishing
for a easier mission
mc's come mightly like Hannibal Lecter,
but can't penetrate my sector.
pretty dope, ur cool . where u stay at ?
Trip
thanks man, UK.
The atmosphere was menacing
Kings gorging on venison and voodoo figures made of cinnamon,
fresh plates of human flesh delivered by peasant servingmen,
if the balls dropped the juggler would get his balls chopped,
it was all in celebration of the young Lord's coming of age,
come late evening it was the poor servng girl who would feel his blade
Cutting sharp through red roses,
Forcing her to different shapes and poses,
arab vs arab spilling blood on holy sands
the law of the desert requires bloody hands
avenge your honour and that of your clan
before night raiders steal your lands
i bless wisdom to my allies, and wish death to my foes,
give them missiles of fire and allow their bodies to be feasted by crows
Last edited by Shadow Demon; 06-05-2012 at 04:35 PM.
Picture with your third eye the visual pictures
that have passed throughout the ages, countless pages
written on leaf, stone and Google Chrome its a poem
of people throughout the ages acting violent and greedy
sniffing the purest white, seeing the Devil in the purest light
but not enough money to feed the needy
intelligent girl has to sell her ass to get the cash for a university pass
still find to find the time to pray to God for her sins at Sunday mass
meanwhile the Pastor preaches that Satan embezzles innocent men
yet curiously hes pushing a 600 Benz
digging the flow tight shit!
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
thankyou !
I catch rage over the state of Western poverty
Hood dudes on youtube preaching about the dangers of illuminati
meanwhile outside lil kids catch strays from blue and red shotties
tempted to send criminals back to Africa like Marcus Garvey
Just so they can see aids orphans hooked up the catheters, hungry and starving
i know its hard to get a job with the economic depression
but prior to 2008 were you learning lessons?
Everyday i count my blessings
was raised in a different environment never had to go through those stresses
im just an outsider looking in
pains me to know about 13 year old kids commiting sin
in Philadelphia the bells of freedom ring
but entire communities feel like their caged in
but after the disease comes the prescription
i hope mothers and fathers are listening
teach your kids love honour and dedication
and make sure they get an education
so instead of wearing bandanas and carrying hammers
they can be businessmen and women with good manners
dope stuff SD
Thankyou, appreciate the love
I hear rap dudes like to invest in commodities
Gold, Silver and Platinum,
Rapping and yappin about how you stackin them,
fronting about your rap proficiency
meanwhile down the way little kids got Iron deficiencies,
got a whole generation of kids destined for Death Row
its gonna be a long dark night, might as well write yourself a death note,
but kids could be Masters of Physics or Psychiatry, theres No Limit to theyre potential
but a heroin father and crack whore mother, that shit aint essential
Sometimes its easy as fuck to be stressed
Feels like every single day somebodys putting pain up in my chest,
some dudes drink wine or smoke special cess,
A Grade student but still dont feel like im the best,
despite my best mathematical equations
im still on a path of standard deviation
takes 1 man to fuck it up and a million to heal a nation
got enough violence
but never enough patience
to have the positive means to deal with the situation
supposed to have Visions of my grandfather Gandhi,
but feel like im dealing with Satan
Wish Morpheus gave me one purple pill to deal with all the hating
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