Im not gangsta but you can thank ya mista for introducin ya to the feata hold ya feet up this is death rap hands together like gun claps gun zaps, ask rats and pay them back with ways to distract and react dont act smooth killers like jealous wives lookin for facts hidin beneath train tracks lights flash dash back behind tall grass at last the woop woop back tracks the life of a criminal a colored individual mainstream brain stream lies corrupt the individual white men dream of power black men dream for hours but I never dream kings name is no longer ours so we cower under the law the power struggle leaves them in awe i witness protective services burn the last straw taking me back nah death rap holds no flaw nigga i got yall
Posted on: Fri, 11 Jul 2014 09:58:03 +0000
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