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letra de war in a babylon - vinny crook$

(verse 1: vinny crook$)
take greed then throw us to the vultures
why they wanna terminate our culture?
give guns and dope to the hopeless
coast in the focus, with the dashboard full of potion
smoking some of this potent, og coated
i don’t bang but i grew up po like poe i’ma poet
with the light, i peddle with the speed of high voltage
marching with marksmen, a martian at stardom
the darkest, the calmest, you better pay homage
my knowledge has blossomed, from bottom
a rose that grew, with a face thats blue
taboos over gangsta grooves, ya can’t knock it
i hung around k!llers and dealers in the daytime
pants sagged a bit, below the waistline
outside banging like 808’s, hear the b-ss from the b-ss line
flatline, dunk bullets, like vince carter from the baseline
’99 prime, no time for sleep when it’s game time
.45’s and the gang signs, chalk lines and the k9’s
pour a little fifth of jack, from the back of the lac
northside of the app, i’ma put it on the map
the city that raised me, now i gotta raise stock
time is money, i’m losing my clock
cruising through spots, middle finger to the crooked cops
my sonogram as a doo wop, thirty eight and a oo wop
china white in the zip, when my .zip unlocks
gotta rise above the madness, i can’t flop, won’t stop
on my way to the top

[hook: radio ahlee]
war in a babylon, this war here wasn’t meant for me
nah it wasn’t meant for me
war in a babylon, this war here wasn’t meant for me
nah it wasn’t meant for me

(verse 2: vinny crook$)
mind on the fritz, 9 on my side, with a blunt on my lip
eye full of grime, when i ride in the vic
big fish in a small pond, i feel like jaws in this b-tch
dive in the deep waters, you get lost in a sec
price on your head, that’ll cost you a grip
move with the mind like a gem star razor
i grew amongst h-ll raisers, sh-t faced, pacing
born blazing, charged up, super saiyan
spraying at your neck like new fragrance
coming from the bottom of the bottle
demons in my shadow, schemin’ with the hollows
shooting like apollo, i feel like a martyr
the government want me slaughtered
i ain’t scared to take the weight like i’m bench pressing
it’s hard to feel blessed, when your busy stressing
manic depressant, stuck in a rat race, for the cheddar
ya can’t knock the hustle, like bill collectors
for the record i’ma wreck it, i’m patiently waiting
to rake in the stakes and leave hearts penetrated
only god can judge me, so f-ck a plaintiff
live from the bas-m-nt, going ape sh-t
set it off like i’m jada, you jaded
notice i’m focused, lo and behold the golden child
coping with dope and i hope for a smile
the pope to the globe, when i’m quoting my vows
soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope
get off my cloud, f-ck do you know about my pain

- vinny crook

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