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letra de drive - zodiak killa

[verse 1]
i’m a driver, but a mafia type
my mind goes on with rhymes as i stop at the light
i’m in a taxi cab, yellow and black like kalifa
i got about twenty pounds of weed in my speaker
in downtown, i get flagged down by a p-ssenger
under my seat lies the crown 40-caliber
“where to?” i ask her, she replies “south”
my rear-view shows she blows smoke from her mouth
i’m turned up, she’s turned out and burnt out
running from a pimp who ripped her perm out
i listen to the truths of the youth misguided
i used to turn tricks ’til it got too violent
her eye-lid swollen shut the left side
i drive to the 110 at the west side
the year she was hexed to s-x the next guy
her skirt’s turned aside revealing the left thigh
i get off on cage, left on vigaroa (?)
she asked where i’m going, i banked another corner
she’s digging in the purse for the next cigarette
and didn’t notice the gun i pointed to her head

[chorus]
i’m giving you a night call to tell you how i feel
(i’m wanna tell you how i feel, ’cause on the real, yo, i’m out to k!ll)
i want to drive you through the night, down the hills
(i wanna drive you down the hill, into a field where you cannot squeal)
i’m gonna tell you something you don’t want to hear
(so swift, n0body can hear; i know you’re scared, i can feel your fear)
i’m gonna show you where it’s dark, but have no fear
(no fear, i’m your worst nightmare, i’m right here whispering in your ear)

there’s something inside you
it’s hard to explain
they’re talking about you, boy
but you’re still the same

[verse 2]
i’m a driver, fled a catholic church
i’ve got the body of a priest in the back of my he-rs-
i’ve got a shoddy on my seat, my immaculate thirst
is over-ridden by the vision of my p-ssenger’s worth
i’m writing a p-ssionate verse, i’m laughing at first
thinking about jesus christ and his nazareth birth
yo, i’ve been paid to k!ll by the men at the clop (?)
so i engrave the steel with evangelist thoughts
i turn right as the street light illuminates my windshield
i envision religion and picture all the men k!lled
i’m like a hit-man from afghanistan’s soil
whose loyal wife was murdered for blood-soaked oil
my insides boil with memories of the past
i wash away the pain with hennessy in the gl-ss
my foot hits the gas, the car does a flip
and flies off the cliff, ’cause this is it

[chorus]
i’m giving you a night call to tell you how i feel
i want to drive you through the night, down the hills
i’m gonna tell you something you don’t want to hear
i’m gonna show you where it’s dark, but have no fear

there’s something inside you
it’s hard to explain
they’re talking about you, boy
but you’re still the same

[outro]
oh no, what have i become?
someone that you can’t run from
death have i become
immaculate destruction

and you’re all alone, alone, alone, alone, alone
and soon i will become the one
who runs amongst the slums
of most the victims

and you’re all alone

- zodiak killa

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