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letra de genocide - papa cheenus

[verse 1: papa cheenus]
some people deal with sh-t choking on anti depressants
false prophets too cause they give the wrong message
suicidal kids when they ain’t gettin they medicine
meanwhile light bulbs going off in my head just like i’m thomas edison
lying and disinformation, asking about what’s the difference
only thing that can save them now is based god deliverance
my brain’s like an open wound
wrapped up in a blood soaked tourniquet
not sure what it is though i think type o
filing it away with my own worn etiquette
i perform brain surgery like an abdominal lipo
criss crossed and wickd up, gray matter st-tched up
like velcro
i don’t think these n-ggas got the right memo
only dealing in grade a
whether you need magic mushrooms or benzo
crank, blotter or special k
ain’t may no more but my tec sprays showers
need a few more mils then my a3 got powers
like austin, met a girl named april
he f-cked her in the back of the meeting room at staple’s
why are seagulls called seagulls?
cause if they flew over the bay, they’d be called bagles
i don’t play card games ‘cause i’m a bullsh-t detector
rather go to war, drunk driving a tank
felly on the m2 and he ain’t shooting blanks
they asked for the king and i’m bringing them the ace
gettin’ down town in my street clothes, can’t be showin’ my face
‘cause while i’m watching my friend get rolled away in a coffin
everybody at my school asking when my next song is droppin
because i bought a franchise called ritas
keep it cool, don’t rock reebok or adidas
been rockin’ nike since you just been a fetus
real boizz and c felly the rap game needs us
so i’ma stay chill sit back and relax
see if i can shoot the sh-t and crack it back to the max
business casual, blue polo and dark grey slacks
ain’t sippin’ lean, no j ranchers but a pocket full of tic-tacs
last night seen a guy commit suicide by the train tracks
must’ve been sick of hearing snotty anecdotes and wisecracks
it’s nothing complicated, it’s simple, i can relate
sh-t gets irritating, kid looking for another foe to eliminate
20 stabbings, two fatalities
media covering up sh-t with alternate realities
meanwhile i be trying to keep up a fresh mentality
on why there was no investigation
for biggie or pac, it’s like a conspiracy cultivation
and if i can help it i gotta find some motivation
to write some new material for the general population
been writing nothing but mock sh-t
now i’m dead serious, as listening to my glock hit
cause i’ll tear off your skin just to get to your nerves
two hooded guys with bandoliers and flack jackets
wick’d up in combat boots and fully automatics
knocking on your door, answer and ask what for
opportunity in your face but you failed to grab it
dreams of dead bodies piling up filled with maggots
can’t explain, i’m the type of guy to chop my salsa up with a hatchet
or try to start fights knowing that i’m carrying a shank
knives is scary rather get shot in the head
you might think it’s crazy but hear what i said
people k!ll people, and guns is merciful
shakur sat bleeding while they drove away in a white convertible
why not go the same way, to keep a clean legacy
ability to feel pain diminished, like a when ya got leprosy
c felly with a good flow, can’t keep up ahead of me
because i spit more game than a mouth full of poker chips
power to spread a message at the end of my fingertips
the beat’s almost beat, so hit replay and picture it

- papa cheenus

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