 Verse 1 wrote:
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Proving I could stand with the movers of the grams
So gruesomely advanced, thus the lunacy began
The troopers in their vans moved in on our clan
Zoomed in on my man, the movements of his hands
He foolishly commanded…me to fucking run like ‘junior u must scram’
Threw his product in the grass , now they shooting at him, ‘damn!’
Thinking ‘is he reaching, for the tool that’s in his pants?’ Stupid as I am, I left the ruge’ in the sedan
And I couldn’t do anything, I blew it and I ran
Got the law chasing me like I’m Jewish in Iran
Breathing like a fat fuck, like them Sumo’s in Japan
The booze was in command, dehydrated and the sweat, was oozing from my glands
Like a cruise ship that was stranded, and no fuel was in my tank
Refused to understand I was food for Uncle Sam
Who grabbed me by the collar and threw me on the sand
We all got knocked, now watch the unity disband…snitches!
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Verse 2 wrote:
Red and blue sirens painted the city, as I was hiding in safety
A wanted man, running through alleys, perspiring greatly
I stuck to the shade for survival as I envied the sweet life
Too many close calls, becoming the enemy of street lights
A fame addict, crime’s my drug, couldn’t control my self
Strings of robberies, arson, each act brought me close to hell
Then that day finally came, the cops put the pieces together
Found out my looks and the address of this fiendish inventor
They came calling, but they were late, the place was empty
I didn’t expect to be caught, the crime taste had left me
Yet here I am, fleeing for life on the cold streets of the city
Then an idea for addiction, I could hold a piece of it with me
This was sure to make me famous, stuck in a violent mood
Sprinted to the nearest pay phone, and then dialed the news
Told em my origin, soon they came, and brought along the cops
Pulled a gun, but soon riddled with bullets, didn’t get off a shot |
Verse 3 wrote:
im on the run from 5-0...my face up on walls
tryna delay my capture enough so the case wont be called
to trial, im riled, gotta sleep in the grass
gotta change my whereabouts, an' my loved ones peepin' it last
got 20 years for murder, i aint mean to split his skull
just kept on beatin on that snitch until that bitch was culled
lookin over my shoulder, living on cheap rice and oatmeal
i cant face living the rest of my life like im michael scofield
so im in the train station, tryna blend with the crowds
tryna stay on the run enough, want to be preventin the sound
of handcuffs, this mans tough, but i sure aint no match
for the pieces of police who wont leave the cell door on the latch
a glancing look...the chance i took has royally backfired
echoes of shots ringin out, the guns recoil when they fired
lead sped into legs, as the pigs' rifles engaged
i spose an aeon of death's better than a life in the cage... |
Verse 4 wrote:
They'll never get me... ¡Fuck Dr. Kimble... I'm The Fugitive...!
Cop's foolishness cost 'em... They lost me as I made the most of my opportunites,
Escaped convict wanted for rape 'n' multiple murders,
After quittin' ten minutes into Community Service,
The community's worthless... I refuse my right to remain silent,
Displayin' violence as I make my way away from the faint sirens,
No longer safe hidin'... Sniffer dogs are on my trail,
Playing cat and mouse... they'll catch me eventually and take me back to jail,
So I'm not about to fail... I leave the roads and lead the cops astray,
It's now dark and the hounds' barks are drowned by the sound of helicopter blades,
But I'm not gonna get locked away... not today... I should've been good,
Instead I'll playing Public Enemy forever covered in blood,
Through arduous mud and undergrowth... I reach the edge of a ravine,
Left with no choice but to dive headfirst into the stream,
And it seems even though I'm dead... it ended perfectly,
Cos Like I told you all at the start... They'll never get me... |
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Topic: Round 1 - Battle 2 : Verses
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