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letra de shadow boxing (echo pass) - echō unltd.

echō unltd. ft. shadowz in da dark – “shadow boxing (echo pass)”
[emcee(s): snake (aka bo-constricta), monochrome, and black sun]
[producer(s): nick wiz]

[intro: sample]
“chill” – sample from parrish smith on epmd - “you gots to chill” (x2)

[hook: samples]
“i hit my head on the concrete to beat the feet” – sample from buckshot on black moon – “how many mc’s…”
“(-gunshot-) another dead n-gga in the street” – sample from buckshot on black moon – “how many mc’s…”
“i hit my head on the concrete to beat the feet” – sample from buckshot on black moon – “how many mc’s…”
“(-gunshot-)” – sample from buckshot on black moon – “how many mc’s…”

[verse 1: snake and (monochrome)]
my timberland-
-’ll stalk the asphalt by moonlight, a late june night
about 85 degrees fahrenheit, my local sights
i’m tracing while avoiding nonsense. this little mister
searching my scripture for the table of contents
don’t pass me an l with bl–dy visions. on the side
glisten the .45-caliber mechanism. listen
those that play around lay around—understood?
(burners come standard due to bandage with hoods). one life
at any rate, i just inhale from the spliff. the desti-
-nation: two-fifth. (place the old b-st-rd to my lips and take a)
(swigger). come upon the journey with my n-gga. (yo, pass the)
(extra trigger). now i’m fortified with the heavy-hitter
[verse 2: monochrome]
i’m ready for stress, red-eye, and i eliminate my rivals
odd of survival: hug the biscuit like a bible. headed for
street life, big-booty chicks, and suckers to stick
i’m busting if the ruckus is thick, so watch your back, kid
tactics of a grimy felon, catch it sharp—this brother’s selling
“the world is mine” exactly what i’m chanting in my melon
roll up another marley, choke before i place my phone call
while res’ twist the dreads, f-cking with honey on the wall
my back’s turned, i can’t see jack past the corner block
and all i remember is the hardcore stare given by shorty-rock
that walked past two seconds ago. but what do you know? he kind of
resembles the brother that, just last night, smacked my ho. “yo
i’ll call you back, res’.” already smell the beast—maybe that’s
homeboy’s brother, and if it is, he’s laying on the street

[hook: samples with shadowz in da dark ad-libs]
“i hit my head on the concrete to beat the feet” – sample from buckshot on black moon – “how many mc’s…”
“(-gunshot-) another dead n-gga in the street” – sample from buckshot on black moon – “how many mc’s…”
“i hit my head on the concrete to beat the feet” – sample from buckshot on black moon – “how many mc’s…”
“(-gunshot-) another dead n-gga in the street” – sample from buckshot on black moon – “how many mc’s…”
“i hit my head on the concrete to beat the feet” – sample from buckshot on black moon – “how many mc’s…”
“(-gunshot-) another dead n-gga in the street” – sample from buckshot on black moon – “how many mc’s…”
“i hit my head on the concrete to beat the feet” – sample from buckshot on black moon – “how many mc’s…”
“(-gunshot-)” – sample from buckshot on black moon – “how many mc’s…”
[verse 3: monochrome]
(yo, there he go, god)
simultaneously, he spotted my grill piece, recognized
reached for his side, the 40 he bought just hit the concrete
my heart was racing. draw for the steel i’m embracing and facing
a situation that calls for identity-erasing
i let off with the squeeze, seen him fall, but he bust too
i heard a little scream, n-gga’s caught, but what did i do?

[bridge: black sun and (monochrome)]
how he gonna act like he don’t know? (how he gonna)
(act like he don’t know?)

[verse 4: black sun]
how he gonna act like he
don’t know the time? it’s all in your mind. n-ggas
try and get live, so i called upon the .45
money dived for the concrete a second too late
my nickel-plate pistol set to penetrate his mindstate
i left this man baked, then ran rampant, rapid-fire
leaving your physical frame transparent
bloodshed, covered in red from dread to boot
take a second, recoup, the scene resembles babe ruth. shadow-
-boxers are ill from today ‘til the final calling
no crawling. either go all-out or you’re all-in
[verse 5: monochrome and (snake)]
the brother had fallen on two-fifth like western warren, but at my feet
asked this small girl, “please.” i’m seeing where the bullet tore in
instead of my big frame, (intended for the hollows). i just told
the cutest little doll to lay dead while i could have been sparring
meanwhile, the dread had caught another strapped for backup
they stole first—always the reason why i act up
the sight was scary. running and flipping hail marys, ignorant
just defeated the fist. story is legendary ((story is legendary))

- echo unltd

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