Sitting Sideways Remake

I'm sitting straight up, laid in the cut,
no maid to clean up, gotta face all this shit
Only thing sideways is views of this earth
Awaiting bright days was confusing at first.
now I'm choosing my turf, take a positive stance
boozing for work, side steps for a monstrous advance
Stomping through colonies, gotta constantly enhance
wanting true policies, what I probably demand
Now who's following, takes an army for change
got dudes hollering that I'm probably deranged,
but when fools arguing I'm charging the plane
poor the gasoline and I'm sparking the flame;
Face a massive team and conquer the game
After the blast we're caught in the rain
If you master the craft, you're a monster to tame
Stashing the mags till I park at the range

Sitting sideways, get your pie face,
Split in five ways, now take your share and run
Dippin drive ways, get scared your done.
Hitting fine haze so rare it'll tear your lungs
Dividing my cut when I reach the safe house
Verbal heists, murder plots bleach the place out
Destroy the evidence, government cover ups
Employ the president, to cover the fucking up
Subtle what? We got Nothing to hide now,
Motherfuck the truth, bluffing is fine now;
Stuck up in the booth, Clutching my eye brow,
Something to divide crowds, talking bout polarize
Wearing a divine crown, walking on polar ice,
Come out from behind blow, talking the poltergeist
More than nice, future with light, talking solar bright
you a distraction, acting; with an overbite

Laying in the background, Engagin the tracks sound,
Enraged as a gat sound; Staying to smack down
on wack clowns, facts blown out of proportion
Crack dens, with mack 10's, same old extortion
Reporting shit that never happened, dreaming of redemption
steaming from exemption, repeated beatings got you tempted to squeeze
Accept that you weak, that you were sent to your seat
Revenge aint as sweet as success,
So take the prize, don't fake and lie,
Like you can make them bleed out their neck
Earthquakes will rise, breaking your lies and feed your threats
Taking your lives, you fiends for respect
make an incision, division from your spleen to your chest
make a decision to bleed for respect
No fake in my vision you will heed what I said
I'm leaving prison bait, middle weight mc's for dead

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Music

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• Freestyle
• Rap
• Hip
• Hop
• Paul
• wall
• Instrumental
• Ill
• Dope
• Rhymes
• LA
• Noire
• Heavy
• Rain