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letra de paranoia - murdock and jack blerry

[verse]
as i’m sitting here packing up a bowl with a corona
marijuana smoke drawing omens taking over
paranoia kicking in, living in fear
simply tripping like if or when triggers are cleared
figures if you think different
listen triggers will a k!ll a n-gga if you don’t watcha
your backs motherf-ckers
enemies close in and open fire
focus how they growing like locusts
desire to pack a numbers dos
smoke till my eyes are scratchy red or i’m comatose
blokes know how i go
i pack a first, second, third, roll a fourth
start to burn too high to function like a person
i never learn nah
hinting into drifting into inter-dimensional thinking
questioning everything begins to slip into inklings
liminal mindset
progressing where?
guessing i’ll cross that bridge if i find it
i’m keeping it the truth
the cowardly power to lie isn’t in my juice
i’m in it to win it
have haters listen to me too
recorded in a booth?
nah recorded in jim’s room
same city where the goons stay living and produce
drugs violence, much wilding is taking place
blocks with cops, still be hot for days
not a part of the guns and punches roster
but i blaze, for days that’s right
on to the third reefer
still chilling by myself less you count mary jane and hookah shisha
and who could leave her not i
tried smoking with the otros, they monstros, i see it in they eyes
we from the north but we not new york or anything close to the jersey shore
i was born where n-ggas are lurking more,
urban lore be fueling their vendettas
where trendsetters of violence be murking more
where machetes’ll get you legging and begging
the ones you ditched to forgive you like a b-tch
speaking from experience, trouble make is what we did
not religious but we sin, sacrilegious acts after hours giving in
to temptation
playing would turn to hating so rolling deep with your n-ggas the bigger the crew the safest
i’m not a gangsta or a thug n-gga
but i done seen and done enough to get me stripes in the slum n-gga
been round bandanas, red, blue, yellow, green
fighting till they die, or till the fat lady sings
either way its over, words from the hova, brushing off these dirts from my shoulders
not giving my living to pimping or tricking i’m dipping to distance from conflicts affliction
i like fighting words, kinda like a lawyer
mixed with de la hoya 86 the tom sawyer
fourth blunt finessed flamed like a fire foyer
now i’m too blazed, mary jane, i told ya
i may be my own destroyer not only cuz i’m toking but i’m giving in
to paranoia

- murdock and jack blerry

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