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letra de misanthropy - x-raided

first verse:

i’m givin’ it to you old school style, no alb-m cover gimmicks,
no intros, no shout outs, nothin’ but straight lyrics,
if you in your car buckle up,
but if you don’t like what i’m sayin’ when you see me knuckle up,
no studio gangsta stories or tall tales full of fiction,
i’m spittin’ the life of a n-gg- that’s full of indecision,
don’t know which way to go,
at the crossroads,
it’s time to elevate the game,
cuz they spit the same ol’ same,
cuz a n-gg- done grew up,
through some sh-t that’ll make the average n-gg- fold up,
thought i had it sowed up,
but hold up, you know what?
i realized the world wouldn’t give a f-ck whether i’m here or not,
and that’s contrary to all that other madness that you hear a lot,
ain’t no bigger figures, just us n-gg-s,
sometimes they give us action,
this sh-t is crashin’ back to earth like michael jackson,
it don’t matter how much scrilla,
you got, you still a n-gg-,
they either -ss-ssinate your character, frame ya, or they kill you,
i don’t blame you, if you don’t feel the, game i wrote,
we’ve been brainwashed, unconscious prisoners ever since we left the boat,
subliminal messages from bands to reject this sh-t,
but they can’t hide the truth no matter what they try to do,
my judgment day is everyday,
f-ck what they say,
and make ’em pay,
grab your h.k., and dragon slay,
and make a day,
would you rather ride or stay a puppet?
in the ghetto makin’ crumbs, why they makin’ scrilla by the bucket,
but f-ck it,
to each his own,
but to me it’s on,
f-ck the chest, forget the vest, i’m aimin’ for enemy domes,
cuz only the strong, survive, one life to live,
let us around,
what’s that sound? it’s goin’ down

chorus:

f-ck all y’all,
f-ckin’ with my mind,
until you all fall,
misanthropy
f-ckin’ with my mind,
you can’t understand yours,
now can you understand my,
misanthropy?
(2x)

second verse:

i did four hundred years in h-ll,
now they tryin’ to give me twenty-five to life in the cell,
got’cha boy on the run and if they catch me it’s over,
rollin’ in a nova,
three-fifty packin’ a forty-caliber mag importer,
declarin’ war, on the system,
askin’ for help, but the m-th-f-ckas didn’t listen,
they tried to get killed, but now they label me a killer,
you lived by the scroll, but you gone die by the scrilla,
neither of you can see the pain in my eyes, f-ck a disguise,
i wear it on my shoulder like a b-ss,
causin’ casualties like m-a-s-h,
been a soldier in the truest sense,
born and raised in a war zone, it’s always on,
and you can die in an instant,
as infants grow up to be convicts,
knew how to shoot a gun since the age of six,
little lunatic,
papa didn’t wanna raise a punk,
beat’cha til’ you hate it, his -ss grew up and beat’cha while you ride punk,
i’m unapproachable, can’t n-body tell me sh-t,
i got my mind made up, f-ck a psychiatrist,
i don’t need n-body tryin’ to tell me what i’m thinkin’,
the ghetto is stuck on quicksand and it’s sinkin’, it’s goin’ down

[voice taped from a speech]
we are peaceful people,
we are loving people,
we love everybody who loves us,
we’re non-violent with people who are non-violent with us,
we are not non-violent with anyone, who is violent with us

chorus

third verse:

>from day one the odds was against me,
nate one have love for a n-gg-, so the devil tried to tempt me,
to loc up, revolt, rebel,
said “you might as well,
you already, livin’ in h-ll”
i got, somethin’ in my soul tellin’ me “n-gg- this sh-t ain’t right”,
the lord never answered, but i prayed with all my might,
so f-ck waitin’ patient, it’s a virtue i don’t have,
i got money on my mind and i want my sh-t in cash,
f-ck a forty acre and a mule,
i want everything that you owe me, it’s time to pay your dues,
i was used, and abused, for centuries,
but when they mention warfare, they never mentioned me,
but can you picture me?
on top of the world? runnin’ sh-t with a major att-tude,
madder than that prophet b-tch,
with a clip full of sh-t,
tearin’ your -ss to pieces, when the trigger releases,
you’re deceased and you got them p.d’s, d.a’s, judges and polices,
peep the thesis,
we gets, hot like volcanic lava,
i’m down to slide a n-gg-s drama,
speedin’ sh-t up like some java,
f-ck a comma,
it don’t pause, i’m steady unloadin’,
unstoppable n-gg- the glock goes plop-plop on that -ss,
and suckers steady foldin’,
i’m hatin’ men like the lesbians,
always down for drama doin’ sh-t just thesbian,
only love my mama, traumatize your -ss with the quick,
better come prepared if you try to ride or try to diss my clique,
it’s goin’ down n-gg-

chorus (2x)

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