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letra de shook ones pt. 2 - sbyb

[verse 1: 61sm21]
sitting in my kitchen see what i’m tryna cook
lines hit harder than a n-gg-’s full book
hook a fish to the net i put bread om the table
to survive in the hood you gotta be cain to the abel
when you get paid in pennies you expect my mind to stay stable?
hospital so expensive i don’t have no manger no cradle
just a bill through the door
drug money and pills occupying my floor
so deep in the honney my wings don’t buzz anymore
the dealer clause tempting me with an ever distant sh-r-
rimshot never score, am i at the climax or the encore?
putting my struggles into syntax is an incontinent’s pisspot
my escape is rap but only from myself
only for howe long?
will i give up again and sell my life to the bong?
only time can tell for now im stuck in my hometown cell
waiting in desperation for my records to hit the shelf

[verse 2: ill-t]
they glorify the gangs and it isn’t right
they claim the life, without even a hint of a stripe
i – r – l these n-gg-s shook like they pissed in the night
and thats some ugly shit, the know but didn’t mention it
that the goons will stomp your pregnant ladies stomach in?
can you stomach it? im just wondering, cus as a kid
we poured liquor for after a sip, for the mother that ceased live
and when the child that was crushed before it ever spilled food on its bib
its gets deep as they graves, you risk life a limb
you fake and postured up you’ll touched, that where i grew up
its a gamble, you lose if you bluff
it’s the ruff, similar to the slums
where those who shoot die get showered in riches or blood
the cards dealt were either winners or duds
no refunds. civilians were the shook ones

[bridge: wiggler]
f-ck b-tches bust bridges l-st finish
must finish thrust finish what finish
hush finish gush finish b-tt finish
cut finish rut finish nut finish
putt finish golf player first finish
yuck finish with a dust finish

[verse 3: bigbabygoat]
i murder that mobb deep beat with mayhem
i slay them with street hymns
and caged fire in my limbs
prophet rocking snapbacks and timbs
jeremiah johnson shooting bullets with his flem
urban apostle spitting dat ghetto gospel
churches set like brothels
pimped perverted preachers
prostitute the people
snakes slither hostile
venomous and awful
hit or miss, we all judged
mistrust and l-st
we cuss and fuss
bust with disgust
until we turn back to dust
it all includes us
whose the blame?
god or man
woman or child
we run wild, then look around
confused and unfound
humans injected with sin lethal
angellic beings changed into the d’evils
maranatha, lord please come get your people

[verse 4: omnipotent]
this is the calm before the storm
crickets don’t even dare to whisper
these guys have before been clearly warned
it’s a feeling that has you all too familiar
with, and what y’all have to endure
cuz if you don’t it’ll straight up k!ll ya!
so you can’t ignore, but somehow still secretly adore
it’s an undeniable force
the cold breeze that i bring
creep and start sneaking up your sleeves
they all know i’m contagious with the shivers
gustful winds of cocaine blizzards
this is what puts them in a he-rs-
every laid verse is another made curse
i’m cursed with a curse to outdo the last verse
so i’ll never reverse
never decline, never rewind
i ain’t backwards, but sometimes it works
cause for what it’s worth is sometimes said backwards
eid nerdlihc dna nemow first!
hey i never said i didn’t act awkward
zone in, zone in and listen to my words
visualize tripping, i’m suspended in animation
tearing the families apart for no good reason
other then catching inspiration off my admiration
of human mutilation, face it
this is me changing faces
i was made to tresp-ss on your property
i was properly made to go against your democracy
y’all will live in agony
while i live in real n-gg- harmony
i got y’all shook and scared
plain and simple
your there, i’m here
n-body can hear you crying
this the highest tier

[verse 5: liiight]
yo y’all n-gg-s shook
learned my shaolin from the cook
wu was my mentor
36 was my book
added in my own styles
i’m wild but not a crook
see what i took
it’s the throne
i’m a young yeezy
see what i’m on
won’t give you the satisfaction
they yelling “cheese” like provolone
i’m far from home
distant mercury where they’ll murder of they ain’t heard of yea
but see i love y’all
only my god placed above y’all
shout out to every pres before
created the cracks in the sidewalk then called it a drug war
antithesis to ‘merican idols is druglords
ghetto birds was dropping turds and nothing more
that’s why they kicked it at the get down to up the score
they tried to ban the spirit but we done seen it all before
tried to make a good black man a thing of folk lore
gang signs and red lines but this ain’t what we asked for
make you wonder what sins the man behind the mask bore
so yea i kick the styles but i never been to ny
sometimes you just feel the spirit and you know that it’s a-live

- sbyb

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