a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de f.m.h - chester p

first chance i was up in the spotlight
real br’ers all shed tears for a lost life
on road they roll with lock knives
and hold the block like two cats with a rock pipe
cyclones will clear the whole zone
my bars are so cold i write and catch frost bite
locked h-rns with kids who make dogs fight
lost in a plot to stop rights, i walk like christ
no love just short days and long nights
think twice, you’ve rolled the wrong dice
you’re lost like the crazy cats who wanna bomb flights
two twists and one life
to see this world you need two telescopes and a strong sight
strong heart, strong will and a strong might
see me back in the grind, in the back of my mind
i keep telling myself i’m on the wrong flight
can’t sleep ‘cus kids whip hot bikes all night
weak hearts fall to the strong might
cocaine is on sight, beyond white
kids got smack and crack and money strong like
living ain’t nuttin’ but stress so f-ck long life
inhale exhale and it’s on like
summer ain’t nuttin’ but filth, milf and honey
bonzai, inside out, a crash dummy from long time
money ain’t nuttin’ but rent too
shifty, don’t like police don’t pretend to
sittin’ on a block on the way, not a dock on the bay
but that’s life man what can i say? it’s real
in the grind doing whatever pays the bills
one of these ways to deals
one of my greatest sk!lls
i’ve been living this fight and when i ring the alarm
it ain’t a drill you’re in a game where you play to k!ll
play to k!ll or be k!lled
i be shottin’ a draw my whole life
now i’m looking for a major deal
to escape the place where i face the fate
of doing 18 months behind a gate of steel
and i place my faith in this day to day
database with a great appeal
i’m still fresh from the press and i stay surreal
fresh from the press and i stay surreal you see
in a matter of fact the rap scanner
slash bruce banner slash valhalla is back
from the streets with the family plaques
in the back where the batteries packed in for salary
in a room with class a’s and valery
me and this chick’s like mick and young mallory trust
one love for life becomes charities l-st
to run gravities ground to find clarity
deep in the pits of h-ll it’s like galilee
trapped in the trench your mind could lose calories quick
li’l amelie is bagging the chips and bragging the whip
i’m back in the bits without sanity
li’l amelie is bagging the chips and bragging the whip
i’m back in the bits without clarity
chewing on the taste of air and no money
summer ain’t nuttin’ but filth, milf and honey
fix me a regular dose of vibrations
step to this land of far and migrate
stepped from a place of less than motivation
fresh with a twist of lime the hydrate
clash with the devil again the reinvention
death in its regular form of the intentions
look man, take a look at the book man
twenty four bars and a regular hook
same cats with a regular look
same hats, same creps, same regular bops
the same stds, the same weed from a regular crook
same beats, same beefs with a regular cook
same drinks, same favourite song, the same clubs to dance
so thank god i stay ahead of the boogs, i’m gone
in a place that’s known to young mummies
milf that will melt in your mouth it’s not funny
the one thing i got right now it’s not money
summertime came and hey, it weren’t sunny
peace never came and it’s gone
but i know this old hippie out here who could play you a song
it’s called “love never cost me much until i stole it”
paid for my ticket to ride but can’t hold it
lost to my queen of hearts and my opponent drowned
in the shadow of hate and self loathing
challenging the art of escape, it’s houdini
coming with a mask and a cape, it’s too dreamy
dog by the side with pride, it’s bare zeeny
slash dogzilla, the k!ller of two genies
catch two thrillers in villas with two beanies
crash two bars tequilas and martinis
lost in a bag of regrets and past tense
sort of like kryptonite and clark kent
drunk trying to say your name on park benches
slumped tryna’ summon the spells for last strength
jumped up, young and he’s looking to pull heat
got punched up quicker than dillan can pull t–th
now knuckle head kids they feel i’m a full geek
cause i am running on my own and they run in a full fleet
no chance of a robbery here, i’m too broke
lost friends, lost time but i can’t lose hope
truth don’t duck nor dive and chew rope
and love don’t f-ck or fight, you do both
caught in the dance of laws and loopholes
snakes who eat rats and girls who shoot dope
and pigs who chase cats, cause cats will face habits
back to the grind with coke and weed addicts, brrrra

- chester p

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS