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letra de 911 - the thought

[verse: the thought]
make ‘em face facts, race tracks, place bets, take ‘em back
betamax on the wax, write to chase cash
lemme climb a rope, and dangle, just to make it last
options on the table, guess it’s time to make a pact
i’mma take a can of gas, and douse the shrine
metal fingers through the glass, how i take my time
bought a bundle for the blast, watched it crumble, then i laughed
rapping so disgruntled, be like “f-ck a rhyme”
here to grow your eyes, blow your mind, coming for your weaknesses
energize, on the mic, “come see what a freak he is!”
be the truth, each and every one, your preachers missed
stuck me on the roof to treat me like a creature, kid!
i’mma tell you what i did, you gon’ find a way to cope
i’mma show you where i hid (the bodies), give you what i smoked
we can show you how we spit, we can split you into fifths
but we never gonna give false hope

[hook: the thought]
got that stale sugar water and like three cigarettes
on the trail of human slaughter, 9-11, don’t forget
wall street getting coffee in a bulletproof vest
please don’t try to talk me down, i’m shooting for the head
got that stale sugar water and like three cigarettes
on the trail of human slaughter, 9-11, don’t forget
wall street getting coffee in a bulletproof vest
please don’t try to talk me down, i’m shooting for the head
[verse: g wayne918]
if i catch one of them b-tches, i’mma shoot ‘em in the street
i’m from tulsa, black wall, they ain’t wanna see us eat
now we running, steady spinning, who the f-ck tryna compete?
give a d-mn ‘bout a badge, i’mma leave him where he be
like, hey, said “i don’t think i would’ve lasted long”
probably would’ve f-cked a white b-tch and then got blasted for it
probably would’ve been a house n-gga with an apr-n on
i could probably see it, get to beating when the master gone
f-ck that, sh-t, i think i’d rather be a dead n-gga
to comply to a racist f-ck to get my bread bigger
the love to see us fall, i know that they won’t stand with us
long live to all the real and the dead n-ggas
got some tequila in the cup, and like five camos
i’mma smoke ‘em where i want, they probably hate it, i know
but i hate ‘em, ‘cause they faking, no love i show
me and thought in here spazzing and we ain’t shooting low, b-tch

[hook: the thought]
got that stale sugar water and like three cigarettes
on the trail of human slaughter, 9-11, don’t forget
wall street getting coffee in a bulletproof vest
please don’t try to talk me down, i’m shooting for the head
got that stale sugar water and like three cigarettes
on the trail of… what? i forget…
[verse: war mothershed]
skrrrrrrt – “you wanna see a dead body?”
drink kerosene like lean, don’t tell n0body
i’m fired up, modern-day alchemist of my time, bruh
i take lead, create bread, and spend it on what’s mine, bruh
these n-ggas really wanna be about that action
let the cameras roll, live-streams getting active
it’s a liveleak if n-ggas wanna slide me
i show ‘em how it feels to sleep a b-tch, no cosby
kick doors, grip flow, bodying these n-ggas
like i’m 6’4”, 666, you should get mo’
in touch with god, box with him, got better odds
b-tch n-gga you been a fraud, b-tch n-gga you been a fraud
don’t be crying in the lion’s den
when your hyena friends get you f-cked up for even trying him
war-ready and willing, now more than ever
to show the difference between being good and being better

[hook: the thought]
got that stale sugar water and like three cigarettes
on the trail of human slaughter, 187, no regrets

[bridge: the thought]
no regrets, motherf-cker! just shoot at ‘em!
f-ck the police! pile ‘em bodies up!
[hook: the thought]
got that stale sugar water and like three cigarettes
on the trail of human slaughter, 9-11, don’t forget
wall street getting coffee in a bulletproof vest
please don’t try to talk me down, 187, no regrets
got that stale sugar water and like three cigarettes
on the trail of human slaughter, 9-11, don’t forget
wall street getting coffee in a bulletproof vest
please don’t try to talk me down, i’m shooting for your head

- the thought

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