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letra de back from the dead - tayofromohio

verse 1 (“run” by lord quan in one ear out the other):

6:48, survived it was fate
if i lose my arms i can’t m-st-rbate
knife wounds in my chest, i remember the date
the super bowl’s on, peyton at 8
i chugged on some bleach, i swallowed some pills
p-ssed out on the floor i woke up with the chills
got back from the store man i looked nearly k!lled
ambulance rolled up then it’s hospital bills
my arms weren’t sore, there’s blood on the floor
a hundred push ups, then i did some more
sigh of relief close the hospital door
in bed up all night, no i didn’t snore
i’m pacing heart racing they won’t operate
back then was too young to deal with all the hate
these days i’m just grinding and everything’s great
you talked sh-t back then, my ghost sealed your fate
17. i’m back from the dead
they must know by now
they can’t hide the fact that i’m the good guy now
barry ‘the most’ that’s means y’all go bye now
new charter death row if y’all gonna try out
in jail they cry out, they starve and die out
chicken, or brave, these pigs can’t fly out
i’m talking red handed, no more lies now
or misunderstandings we all know why now
eyes on the prize rot in prison i’m sonning
i’m ready for war and i’m steady outgunning
y’all dead and i’m throwing confetti already
the feds help i don’t even need my machete
i’m taking no prisoners better take notice
hatred on us, and so is the onus
it’s money i’m after, and in the thereafter
y’all came up dead last but i saved that for laughter

verse 2 intro (“haunted” by lord quan):

jump, jump, jump
jump, jump, jump

verse 2:

skull and bones i’m in the zone
cut off all the lights, someone’s in your home
walking through the woods y’all forgot your phone
fredo swagger vance sitting on the throne
no they can’t compare, neither here nor there
curtain calls in they coffins
yeah they dead inside, no one testified, catch you slipping we done with the talking
suicide flow, ghosting in the wraith
i’m at work got no time for “mistakes”
way i’m grinding i ain’t talking breaks
play rewinded reminding these snakes
past days used to post up in spain
don’t speak spanish ‘cept language of pain
no comprende y’all languish in shame
hardly sane they throw dirt on my name
your soul’s with the devil y’all ain’t on my level
all this trouble playing songs with no treble
frigid prisons i’m sure all y’all tremble
then the gallows we’re sure where we send you
klucking chickens, depravity tempts you
best believe these are ways that we end you
black m-ss for a white crime
way i fight crime, it’s the right time
no more white lying
yeah we testifying
sugarcoat the struggle
more like crack diamonds
we’re these racks lying?!
we’re these ‘backs lying?!
y’all the slaves in the back of the prison dying?!
way y’all showing signs, things are going fine
i’m back from the dead, f— ongoing crimes
where y’all going it look like y’all want to
we bound to do more than just taunt you

i hope this haunts you… {matter of factly}

- tayofromohio

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