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letra de chains on me like al simmons - scorpinox

verse 1:(scorpinox)
i ain’t banging no brims or anything besides red x gang
rest in hate to the man chris coming straight outta trinidad asking me to move cocaine and do bad
drugs don’t keep us safe
drugs don’t keep us safe
i’m in my head most of the time
flipping rhymes poetic measurement
my homies flipping ingredients getting the package i be gardening
and landscaping my escape to the outside world banging slipknot in the car
tell me how
far it went from the
2000s and on i just wanna
continue on in my life and continue to strive
dont need no hoes just got my wife she got my soul faster then prescriptions getting sold i ain’t ever old forever vamping
because i be sucking blood from either your body or design and the structure
i combine
all black night time
all black night time
bumping wrist watches and them chains
like i’m al simmons
chains on me like i’m al simmons
dancing with devils under the moonlight bright
answers mother and father buying cancer sticks homies flipping bricks trick daddy that’s my twist of fate move i got nothing to prove
wrapping up my career by the time i’m 30 another reason because i ain’t hanging and banging nor am i thugging anymore done with that lifestyle grew up with abuse and intrusive thoughts of taking b-tches panties off and f-cking em forcefully not tryna provoke any violence but i stay true to my word f-x anybody not close to me my girl the most to me she my black widow while i’m matt murdock watching the cases close like murdock mysteries grew up in misery
linguistically a pragmatic soldier stand at five foot five but i’m in the darkness twenty four seven grew up robbing safeway and 7 eleven of their food time to no longer be rude don’t mean to intrude noodles flipping out and making scenes in public because i’m forever cursed by these chains
chains on me like i’m al simmons
moving packs used to be a borderline priority
f-x your impurities i only worship creator my girl and technology i ain’t a scientologist b-tch it’s the centralist anarchist antichrist smasher blast you with my blasphemous acts of violence against humanity and fuel your hatred towards the vanity next thing you know tipped beyond the bow of insanity vows of impotent rage cleanses upon the stage gauge the power
of ever hour the clocks ticking till your dying flower
chains on me like al simmons raised with demons not no children raised with vengeance believe in weakness to be accepted strange prime reflective in-directive perceptive resurrection upon apes and monkey sp-ces proudly displayed by hourly wage and make mistakes gladly
y’all listen to some trash today
so imma give you the glade and pray
that you know the difference between scorpinox and lil whoever spray and play around get your neck slit i’m in this sh-t
verse 2:(kaustik)

uh huh,it’s like this,down back in school with fake pushas,always be talking sh-t like they knew ya, never knowing my life was straight torture, but knowing how life going today i’d rather be me than any fake loser, come around talking this and that but it ain’t fun and games when we bring the mack ,and i ain’t no p-ssy son and if you act up yo ass gone get one,we keep it real no bullsh-t, me and the bois boutta hit a rap l!ck, i don’t give a f-x for life say it one time everything gone be all right

- scorpinox

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