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(Verse One)
I'm from the madness of Erasmus chain snatchers gat graspers
Youth spazzers shoot faster.. black corpses mad Caspers
True blasters, roog havers, keep it by the jewel stashers
Rude actors, tool packers, dump you in the pool after
The aura passive aggressive, no nigger pass the aggression
Clap you out ya necklace, make ya mama sad the profession
Posted by the corner store where every soul is raw
They pack a Taur it get you wet like letting off bulbasaur
Jim Crow, you know the law, never eye the white whore
They cold as the cold slaw with cole sores on the jaw
Still with this knowing niggers never with the owing
Foul gip connects often till they off 'em with the omen
Like them breaking bad Mexicans who worship deities
Hit the floor in packs crawl travel far word with they knees
Underworld gangsters who show sick visuals
Baphomet ballers partake in triple six rituals
(Chorus)
Oh niggers got drama homie
So go head.. and tell me who the fuck I ain't fucking with
Then I start screaming out mother fucker fuck your clique
Then I start screaming out mother fucker fuck your clique (2X)
(Verse Two)
Gangster.. gangster.. show me is you gangster
Gangster.. gangster.. nah you a prankster
I know your type, loud and soft, getting lifer's hard
If they catch you in the yard (laugh) your life is scared
Pay off a few guards, then they turn to you a broad
You echo screaming no God, your manhood a shard
Broken pieces be the thesis look at you we can see it
Holding self like you over conceited
These ain't goons, they ain't goblins, they spawns of the problem
Skilled demonic forces who major in soul robbing
Is you thorough as my borough, or all talk and no walk
They blackboard flesh outlined you all chalk
Gangster.. gangster.. show me is you gangster
Gangster.. gangster.. nah you prankster
Stay true, cause people is cold as frozen water
Type to tie and pipe your wife on the corpse of your daughter
(Chorus)
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(Verse 1) - Chris
Shit it's hard to be strong when you alone ain't got nobody to turn to
People you call friends turn they back and disown you
Use to be ride or die til the death for the team
What a lie and you the only one that fell for the scheme
Everybody feel like a nightmare the scariest dream
All you wanna do is scream hoping GOD intervene
But nah slanted eye refuse to look to the sky
No faith too indecisive don't see reason to try
Ugh everyday you look for reasons to die
Yet you cease to comply guess you ain't at piece wit goodbye
It's like shit could vanish in the blink of a eye
Try to weather thru the rain pain get so deep you could cry
Thinking shit is hard but every storm had its passing
Every man struggle all it do is build passion
Guide you through the lows when yo whole world crashing
Just try to stay composed find ya moment and grasp it
(Talk to em)
(Hook)
You ever woke up fucked up, life pissed you off
Woke up fucked up, life pissed you off
But you rock on and you ride out
You rock on and you ride out (2X)
(Verse 2) - Frank Knight
We could take bets on grief and those who loss lives
See who seen worst and could break and make you cry
Through my eyes I could I say seen a sad way to die
Picture tearing from your eyes while begging for your life
While your child watch you die man that's a cold sight
Death like that snub light, make sun numb right
Where he see none bright move with anger dumb hyped
My head down needed up I need to keep it up
Eyes red like I'm weeded up yeah I'm grieving cause
My man was in a gun fight and he ain't coming back
Was it really a fight, cause my man wasn't strapped
Shot after he fell, he went passed double tapped
Tryna hold tears in wishing time doubled back
I block my teary eyes with the brim of my fitted hat
Can't wait to find you in heaven, ask where you been at
The most precious things are what we lose and never get back
(Hook)
(Verse 3) - Frank Knight
I was staring deep in the sky, seeking a vast of hope
Felt out of body experience passed my soul
Ghetto city life show me how the poor can weather
Like how one man's trash can be another man treasure
And Kanye and Khalifa showed me they women meanings
Like how one man's bird can be another man's Phoenix
Down in depression mumbling I can't be stressing
Trying to work through it faced with anti depressants
Like a amputated dead chauffeur, and suspended license
I loss my drive, and submitted to offensive vices
In crisis like victims of vikings I need vikatin
I O.D. while medics struggling to breathe life in him
Non-suicidal, but the very thought calms me
It free me from this wild game like I beat Jumanji
Hello I'm in hell and I feel that I'm ever so low
A unique feeling for me that I feel you'll never know
(Hook)
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They saw the shine on the wrist right, my shit bright
Ladies all on the kid pipe, my shit tight
I wrote this rhyme baby, with a gun in my lap
Only real hard bars, sit under my cap
So if I snap back, niggers better pray my hat back
Cause if not I'm fucking niggers over and that's that
I'm from the slums of the shiesty, ain't no nuns or wifey
Just smuts through the zodiac from Capricorns to Pisces
Y'all could judge a nigger, but you'll never budge a nigger
Say what the fuck I want so what my budget bigger
The arm on y'all chest, like nigger who wan test
Guarantee to make you niggers Ron (run) like artest
This is project progress, ain't a ghetto congress
Cause every nigger breathing out here on a conquest…
Alexander the great, the gun handling fate
Spray your chest up damage ya plate
Run your spirit out your body nigger famish your faith
The fear is real player I'll even haunt your wraith
38's or K's you fade and I don't phase
Mame your face, putting blades through your braids
You should see the type of knives that I'm working with pimping
I skin the whole top off like over circumcision
I could peel slow like a retarded monkey
Or let you die fast, by the passenger front seat
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(Verse 1)
See I came up, I done knocked the game up vertical
Shining for the broken hearts, cause homie I hurt a few
Hear my ghetto gospel, let me share my word with you
Stressing on the train, the iron horse my convertible
My wallets in a vice grip, my pockets so tight shit
I be wilding life sick, nothing from this night shift
All this is light chips, death why I fight this
My living already lifeless regrets and grief my virus
See my ghetto iris we ducking and dodging sirens
Flooded by this violence, booty snatchers like pirates
I can't find a righteous soul, when I look on the globe
Living where it's minus hope, tested like the book of job
Put our faith in products like the liq sip healing
Like shooting for wifey we blasphemous, spirit killing
We say we don't believe but still curses hit the ceiling
Robbed of love, return the favor so we get to stealing
Some use false promises while others pack a cannon
Starvation hunger for the green I'll jack a lantern
See me shine glow in ya eyes like a jacker lantern
So shut up and sing along dammit...
(Chorus)
Got dreams then baby go chase it
Oh you got henny well baby don't chase it
We goin do it real, we goin do it raw
We goin do it real, we goin do it raw (2X)
(Verse 2)
I violated in ways I never perceived
I stepped in the life of Kelis in her seed
Most chicks left cause they couldn't believe in the dream
I spoke a promising future then proceeded leave
The most cowardest thing I think I deemed on me
Sitting distant on the train while she clanged on me
Yeah I know I'm wrong, for feeling on you and kissing on you
Held you in my arms, then damn just went missing on you
Is it pimping inside of me or commitment anxiety
Living and finding me, hon I'm living and trying to breathe
My living ain't fond to be, my cousin doing 23
Barely passed 23 now I got to come to speak
What I'm goin' say, when I reach Coota face
How reading my blood letter, brought tears to the face
Will my mind start tripping, will I flip his conviction
As a plot from the system, to get him for skin giving
When gram passed away the fam separated bugging
One side disgusted "eww you know who you hugging?"
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood my cousin
Screw family exile I forever love them
Cause what you got in this world, without them is nothing
I ain't saying beg for loving when they offer you nothing
Just make an attempt the rest is on them
Will they alley by the rim or try to stop you from your REM
(Chorus)
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I'm out here killing them, till the world start feeling him
Lives I'm stealing them, corpse them, stilling them
Frank numb no feel in him, in chick mouths filling them
In train cyphers grilling them, been trained for derailing them
I'm diligent, vigilant, my intellect intelligent
Sea/see wet like Gilligan, raised off pillaging
Post-traumatic sad vision, made it hard to laugh again
Found a better path within, still dirty like a African
The lack of cash and lint, got me less passionate
I'm made more mad again, I'm living in a pathogen
I want to throw the ice on Christ, and speak my crisis
Gamble with the dices stunting like the nicest
As I sip, clutching with a tight fist, my life is,
Supporting all my vices getting blessed like the righteous
Staring at Isis like I'm Horus's pharaoh
My style chrome devices that could toss you a shadow
Send you to the darkness, my heart is the darkest
I'm moving on targets, till they flat like a starfish
Getting gully with no skully see I'm bout money
Glutton lusting till my pockets stick out chunky
Like fitteds on tides I'm wavy with my errors
Some judge while the rest pay me with the cheddars
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This is a free five track project Frank Knight put together, to talk about overcoming a struggling life, and the road of departure, hence the title.