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letra de bite me - roman da'fro

i may lack a name but been running game forever
don’t discriminate anybody can get it, whomever
standing in my line of sight, hissing through the silent night
close your eyes, dream as you gaze upon the whitest light
don’t have any questions, only my objective
filling the nearest meat bag is my prime directive
want the job done right no hesitation, send me out
whoever it maybe gets the message without a doubt
travel at high velocity, carry no animosity
f-ck a dig i’m the one running n-ggas off ya property
unless you superman which i doubt, it ain’t no stopping me
approaching your direction, soul collecting, i suggest you flee
the spark of a revolution carries out executions
talk cheap; put me between ya t–th if there’s no solution
bits and pieces, smithereens, oooo i make such a mess
yes indeed i make em scream, scurry all you little pest
come on whip me out the box, if you are too scared to box
soon as they hear the pop n-ggas running outta their socks
spiral from the womb of a noise making death machine
my brothers took the lives from many primitive beings
used and discarded unlike the ones were ejected from
exit our metal mothers as we enter the lungs
we don’t bring no peace we just bring bodies to the street
yellow tape, lines in chalk, investigation by police
push us out the factories, cruelty and causalities
raise the body count; take you and your entire family
speeding pain train crashing through your window pane
pucker up, you know wassup i came to make love to ya brain
pointed at the tip our hollow selves are hollow sh-lled
point and we comply send your enemy straight to h-ll
lacking feelings, we hit buildings and some innocent civilians
go to war then you sell us know somebody, making millions
hit yo homie, hit yo mama, hit ya sister, hit ya kids
we don’t really give a sh-t, man it is what is
please don’t blame me, blame my make, you can blame it on our nature
fill you up with mini craters, send you early to ya maker
someone you despise, i will be his demise
put me right between his eyes, guarantee he won’t survive
(yea) black, white, hispanic, it don’t mean much d-mn it
i will rip through the hood causing major damage
causing pain, causing sorry, make sure no one sees tomorrow
wherever i land guarantee death shall follow
someone get the urge, worked a nerve then you pull it
just another lost soul who came to bite the bullet

who gon save us, from ourselves
as we walk upon the sh-lls
now who gon save us, from ourselves
as we walk upon the sh-lls

- roman dafro

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