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letra de scarface fantasy - the middle class vandal

[intro: mc22]
life ain’t just a gambling game
it ain’t worth trying to be the corleone to your family name
you get the feeling like you need to prove yourself
through what you do for wealth
then you begin to move in stealth
but in the end you lose everything to the scarface fantasy
and observe dark fates that our gaze can’t unsee
and so up until the day that i die i’ll mark tally’s
because people like you and me could die in dark alleys
[verse 1: mc22]
(ah) ‘nother canonical chronicle to the ghetto filеs
known for k!lling police, neon-z-s and pedophilеs
think of mass murder, terrorism or genocide
get the bomb vest, put the mac 10 aside
f-ck a gat, i’m putting zyklon b in a crop duster
stomping through your hood i’ll put a new meaning to block buster
that’s the evil sh-t that i’m on though
from here to toronto
i’m turning john gottis into john doe
so i’m turning colder than iceberg slim
one time i robbed a kid at night when the street lights were dim
these artists nowadays be fronting sonthin ’bout murda, why?
talking all that guns, money, b-tches but wouldn’t hurt a fly
listen here studio gangstas, and listen well
the only time you’ve got tight bars you’re in a prison cell
the realist in the room but i’m not a schizophrenic
fake rappers rocking cvd, claiming it’s authentic
the only jewelry that they got are nothing but hand me downs
broke rappers represent, coming straight ‘outta shanty towns
they’re the type to beg for you to chip in for a dime bag
can’t afford to rob you with a gat or a 9 mag
while i’m up in camouflage
dumpin till the ammo lodge
shooting the gift like i’m a trigger happy santa clause
staying vigilant, but i’m not a vigilante
we handle knives, vandalizing all kinds of sigils and we
stare into the eyes of all our victims, forget a mask
we can go bare face and let the beretta blast
busy with my glizzy, leave you dizzy when we spin blocks
take your radios, rims, shocks
rocking the twin glocks
ten shots
to the heart for tryna be hard but now he b-tch made
after coming to a gun fight with a switch blade
halfway through two magazines then his body dropped
empty the clips and then i’m letting the shotti pop
it’ll blast three
for the middle class v
three round burst, feel like a little ass g
standing over him now, took out one of my pre rolls
choking on his fluids, leaking out of 23 holes
as a trophy i took his italian stiletto knife
welcome to your fate when you’re living this ill ghetto life
made sure that he died, left him bleeding in the sunlight
next time don’t bring a f-cking knife into a gun fight
or four fingered rings with the little brass handle
living the life of the middle class vandal
[hook: big-l sample]
it’s best to go the right route, and not the wrong one
because it’s gonna catch up with you in the long run
it’s best to go the right route, and not the wrong one
because it’s gonna catch up with you in the long run

[verse 2: mc22/nas sample]
(the world is yours) but i want the whole galaxy
thinking i’m soft would be a logical fallacy
i tote tecs
sipping moets
at 15, time to get cream for the money spread and for the rolex
mobbing around, robbing the town for h-caps
the criminal world ain’t a place for wage gaps
the middle class grasps the mask, blasts the mossberg
gank and make bank till i’ve lived long and prospered
for now i spin the block, like i’m loading a tre-pound
always down to slide in a criminals playground
always repping green for the l-town dynasty
crimes i’ve committed, now i’m h-ll bound honestly
cuz y’know the middle class f-cking up the program
making a hype song sound just like a slow jam
middle class vandal has the deadliest rhyme schemes
known to drop mic’s at the sights of my crime scenes
with lyrics in the back of my head just like a denizen
a curse and a benison
my verses are menacing
my poems are d-mn fine
the best known to man kind
one more step and i’ll blow up like a land mine
mvp like lamont, not lebron, ballin more than the lakers
people be listening to my tapes more than hanna baker
soon i’ll be in broadmoor driving in a cadillac
until then you’ll find me rhyming in a battle rap
head to toe in camo gear
i keep my ammo near
my end goal is to be the only one that rambo fear
i smoke a blunt with cigars
so front and get scars
cuz stepping to this means you’ll be hunted regardless
get the drop on a cop, got the glock locked and loaded
pop! pop! keep it hot when i gotta c-ck and tote it
you ain’t really ’bout it, i can tell you just a wanna be
i’m on some tay k fugitive sh-t, they really on to me
at least while the police focus on deceased folks
i’ll mug the rest from the west to the east coast
middle class vandal causing more scandals than first ladies
stacking up presidents, making more ben’s than mercedes
yo, my thoughts on capital murder? there ain’t a better crime
let me know ahead of time
get the beretta nine
quick cash and hash are the only things compelling me
to blast guns or catching a class one felony
the point of fast money is to get rich quicker
and boy i’ll do anything just to make a six figure
[outro: immortal technique sample]
scarface fantasy stuck in his brain

- the middle class vandal

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