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letra de poison & destroy (furious anger freestyle) - kis the indigo

[intro: wesley snipes as nino brown in new jack city]

i’m not guilty. you’re the one that’s guilty. the lawmakers, the politicians, the columbian drug lords, all you who lobby against making drugs legal. -gunshots- just like you did with alcohol during the prohibition. you’re the one who’s guilty
i mean, c’mon, let’s kick the ballistics here: -and you will know my name is the lord!- ain’t no uzi’s made in harlem. i mean not one of us in here owns a poppy field. this thing is bigger than nino brown. this is big business. this is the american way

[verse 1]

yeah i can’ stop and i won’t stop
until the motherf-cking feds drop
keep my mother in my heart she’s my mascot
keep my tears in the dark and that’s the last drop
’cause f-ck all the crying sh-t, time to get the guap
we shoot sh-t up and then we setting up shop
red on white, feel like i’m basquiat
back on top until the casket drop
she wouldn’t talk to me and now she giving me top
her man said he finna pull up on the block
like i run from the opps, i don’t even give a f-ck about the cops
i’m like kobe i shoot till they flop -unreal! are you kidding me?!-
as the tears start to fadeaway and the pain start to get away
i found a dyk- but we need a straighter way
my life been bouncing on a scale, it’s just like an 808
my workout so hard, it’s like i need no weight

[sample: prodigy from mobb deep – survival of the fittest]
i’m falling and i can’t turn back

[verse 2]

yeah i’m back at it just like a crack addict
sold reggie, sold preemo, mos def about my mathematics
but will this paper absorb all these tears?
’cause i’ve been doing this f-cking dirt for years
just to be put in it in a matter of seconds
we only appreciate the past when life’s really a present
i was living a lie i had to find truth
you just poison the youth, i put my soul in my rhymebook
so it gotta be chrysography, i got the soul from prodigy
i don’t even write bars, i hit you with psychology
god sparked the idea and nietzche wrote
but i rap like i’m stuck in ’90s east coast
and that’s deadass, the flow faster than fedex
and you couldn’t spit a bar even if you coughed up xanax

-gunshots-

[samuel l. jackson as jules winnfield in pulp fiction]

and i will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. and you will know my name is the lord!

[sample: prodigy + nas from self conscience]
without question, i stay aware dunn i’m listenin’
everytime we speak it’s real, i know your intentions
to make sure we both safe, livin’ and breathin’
you gets all respect from me dunn, believe it
yo we got kids to raise and bills to pay
enemies to lay down when they stand in our way, it’s only us
(what about the clique?) now if you die is they comin’?
when you shot do they feel the bullet?
and when you broke can they fix it? aight then, you keep writin’
and let me do the thinkin’, i brought us this far without mistaken

voices in my head

- kis the indigo

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