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[Intro] There are stories of love inspiring success over the most insurmountable of odds. This is not one of those stories [Verse 1 – Jean Grae] Who got the death clutch with hands cold as ice, gripping the steel knife? My nights spent drinking, holding on to bitter life It ain't worth it, my body's fragile on the surface My mind ready to exit this physical place My soul verses. Everything up on the planet worthless Sent to hell, watching flames coming from your churches Send all your nurses—my sickness inflicted from curses The antidote extracted from the lines within my verses Immortal burning, we light the L for higher learning I pour Bacardi out for all the niggas 'ready turned in Preaching devil sermon. [Naw, your?] concern is wrong I fast and broke [?] holy Ramadan The Muslim-born child to the sight of a cruel storm That spawned on 11/26, the break of dawn See, all songs are reckless. My words stand strong My life's short like the blasts from bombs in Lebanon Self-prophecy, my body claim divine property All scripted in a star, mastered in astrology Can't change it—the ill-fated destined to fall No second guessing or a question to all Laws of physics on the side of living [and God is?] life giving [?] slice you like [?] devil [?] upon children Villainous ways ‘cause his last days, niggas hold When I die, niggas pour the liquor for my crippled soul My body fall like a deck of cards, smash like a rented car Blacker than the hair of Pat Benatar Last show, niggas. We’llstand proud Kiss my moms for me, throw my ashes in the crowd [Verse 2 – Pumpkinhead] Yo, keep your Glock on cock when you drive through my zone We spit hot rocks at cops, chopping they domes Conceal weapons—you never be spotting the chrome Sipping on Henny, rock with my nigga, Jerome In the crib's where I lay on a cold winter day With your wife naked in her socks sipping on Zay Got her legs spread eagle while I'm spitting them eggs Spit in ‘em eggs, licking her face At the same time, I display rhymes uplifting my race I spit like a loaded Luger, cripple your ways I don't give a fuck, so I act suspicious to Jay On my block, shit is hot like a trip to L.A Time's ticking away. I'm just living today Bag of choke, rum and coke, and it's twistin’ my brain No joke, we get low with a vision of pain The pain I sustain in the game will wrinkle your veins Simple and plain, I walk the long distance in rain Soaked brown paper bag displays the night train Shit'll never change ‘cause we're still living the same Step to me and my crew—you frickin' insane? Position the flame, lifting your frame If you piss in my name, duck when I click and I aim O.B.S. be that clique digging your dames Boogey night style with stripper sniffing the 'caine, hip to the game Make a cat sitting on fangs spread wings like a crane Take flight through the night, crack sake Sipping on planes, international until I vanish The baddest—only God know my status
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