Bander6 - Jim Jones - Pour Wax (Instrumental)
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man its so gutter how i wash em out / u swear ur real but its funny how u watch ur mouth / rasied by the worst taught by the best / ill state savage lay a gump down to rest / if u aint here then u aint no where / spitflamez (psshhh) bitch u swallow / aint no leader on tha block/ u follow pancake fuck /fuck around n get hollowed / u live off this i feed off u
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you weak niggas is gemic'n an i tired of dis talkin like a killa shyt,i kno killah and killah dnt consider talkin yo language,from a different station im just migratin,movin thru space where eva da drift takes me,just happen ta be real,gon head go postal i'll go postaler,dudes beatin me is dumb thinkin like tryna brush a bold head or tryna come across a chick dat got hiv and lookin 2 spread
im beatin you up,cnt feel it rite na but next week youa be puckin ya guts,soul dead whole man been ban'd
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i illumanate bright like candy paint,ppl think dat somebody poured some wax on jae,travel da map,move 1foot and i'll b where i was tryna b at,my skills and degrees unmatched,elevated im takin da soul,where i call home da ozone,float ova oceans wit da hand of moses,rollin thru da universe tryna get da unexposed implosions,meanin,im flamin all frozen im flaim witta big grip of frozen,i stay driftin,my unborn children,can tell me right now da reason of wat happened to the pilgrams,im not limited
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every corner every block niggas bangin redemption... and them shells still hot bullet holes at my entrance... the machete dumb long, dominicano ne juege.. catch me puttin in work, im runnin im gellin.
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its real talk im on the move, cant even see my reflection... im on a different state of mind, i aint lookin for tention... wit my head out the box, i couldnt stand bein fenced in... fuck the war an iraq, we need support in my section ... single mothers no jobs why we have an election? when little girls gettin shot its hard to establish a friendship,
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its easier to say they after our livelihood
with the way things are goin homie why be good
i gotta get whats mine even it has not my name
leave em in a ditch buried alive with no words left to say
america captures evil and all 7 sins with the negativity they portray
a major epiphany swiftly hittin me deep inside of my soul screamin set me free
conjure up a consciousness at a higher level i am never on the wrong pedal
slippin is not a option all constant as flow monsta about to explode proper
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and im kinda old school i thank my gramms for the wisdom... and respect is an action, not sumthing you mention, at boot camp i learned that shoot out to corporal benson, one year two months i had to stay at attention...now im out what it do now im countin my blessin...
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and now a days bein fake, is what made him a winner... perseption of a thug gangster or a cold blooded killa.. an image you imitate, watch your life end quicka... how i got dinner plates, but yet my waist line slimma, cuz i swear im in a race, and see my light gettin dimmer... il be damned if i loose, i let the chopper just trim yea,
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all i need is one mentality, dont fuck wit me nigga.. i speak the truth, plus my tounge is just like a trigga, and if your shoes match the coupe then you know its a stick up, im the same age as you, but pierce call me Mr... i threw my morals out the window cuz my pops i aint miss'em.. feens urgin a fixin, im just like moms in kitchen... i wipit up brake it down then its back to my business, im consatine i love God thats why i spit for the sinners....
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ever since i was young lets say like 1st grade i always got As always studied til my eyes glazed hanging out with neighborhood kids just wasnt my thing rather talk nice nd brown nose the teachers passed high school wit all honors nd after school credits now im graduating university moving on to my career only problem is i got so much debt that it could drown all my air suffocating no 1 wana hire me man fuck society bleeding out to death with a crying soul inside of me guess myteachers lied2me
im a real goon dat spread doom all up in ur hood / left 4 dead if take a wrong turn up in my hood / cus my block filled wit dudes that r up 2 no good / always ready 4 whateva thats da code in my hood //// not all my niggaz hustle but they do what dey do / and if u cross a goon believe u pay 4 dat 2 / thats da nature in my life its da oath i took / neva look bak at da past..its written in book /// dis da story of a lad who was raised in da brook / a young gunner wit no fear yes im here / uh,,,
spitflamez718 2 years ago 5
coupe's jus waxed so it looks so clean,
eyes look so red so i look so mean,
pistol on my lap with a blank stare through the roof,
puffin haze wonderin if we've ruined the youth,
beef out here is nothin, i do my work in the street,
an i don't even rap but im murkin the beat,
an im real tired of watchin the next lame tricks,
go ahead check WAX out and Left Lane 6,
he'll ruin your dreams, an ill end your career,
you be blackballed an blacklisted in less than a year...
jusanthrday 3 years ago 5