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letra de damajjed lyfe - j. unit

[intro: mc adey p]

[verse 1: mc adey p]
yo, i’m the victim, violence addicting
mother-f-cking – walking down, kicked my face in
i’ve suffered enough just cause i have the aids
caught it from jenkins, double-teaming queen of spades
no-one understands all the sh-t that i have
leaking out of my -ss, down on the underp-ss
this problem comes from my traumatic past (traumatic past)
my damaged life that i have, that i’ll tell you about fast
it was late one night and i was playing in the yard
just 3 years old, but could still get my d-ck hard
so this kid was jealous and he came to beat me up
but he saw my d-ck, p-ssied out and stole my toy truck
i used to love that truck: that toy made me whole
without it, i cried. i lost a huge part of my soul
my parents told me to shut the f-ck up, yo
i learnt right then how hard it was to live in the ghetto

[hook: oz mosis]
damaged life in the ghetto, damaged life in the ghetto
we live a damaged life in the ghetto (x2)

[verse 2: oz mosis]
i once thought i’d write a rhyme that didn’t rhyme
(what’s your take on that?) here’s mine:
f-ck you; i don’t give a f-ck what you think
i’m standing on the brink of international break-through
a talented individual, intellectual, but none of that gets through to you
cause i’m in a group; i’m at the back. i’m the – of the pack
in this group of honkies, i’m the –
(daddy, why do they like mc adey p? why don’t they like me?)
is it cause i have no birth certificate, a black man’s nose
so i just might be ba-ba-black sheep? well guess what: i am the black sheep
i’m the black dog; i’m the mother-f-cking bad seed
a bad egg. i’m the one who crawled into michael jackson’s bed
and gave him head, then filled him full of lead. i’m the reason why he’s dead
broke into his house with a gun and beat the f-ck out of his kids
then f-cked them in their pre-p-b-scent -sses one by one
i have a damaged life; that you can plainly see
oz mosis: i’m the freak who wants to cut you up and drink your f-cking pee

[hook]

[interlude: oz mosis & (mc adey p)]
to all the damaged kids in detroit city
(sort out your lives or they’re gonna be sh-tty)
that’s not a p-ss-take; this is fo’ real
(even got a fly–ss ho with sh-t-hot wheels
you listen to my boy oz mosis: he’s the man
the only black guy who truly understands)
and yo, i got a message for all my fans:
my problems are obviously worse than yours

[verse 3: g-magz]
he’s f-cked and strife, he got a damaged life
a negro laughing stock for the world and his wife
just cause he got webby toes with his – nose
he gotta be persecuted and wear – clothes?
you say with dread, with your sh-t-filled head
that our negro friend is why mj’s dead?
well f-ck you; bet you don’t even know
any boys like oz mosis, down from the ghetto
this boy’s a man with a foot-long schl-ng
you got a bigger d-ck? well you be wrong
this bong’s so strong, that to write this song
we just spoke real sl!ck, man racism’s wrong
well boys, as wiggers, we’ve got to hand it down
that the skin we believe in is chocolate brown
gotta greet it with a grin, not a f-cking frown
gonna rap, gonna rhyme, gonna sing this proud

[hook]

[outro: oz mosis & mc adey p]

- j unit

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