Tytuł: Consider me dead

• Wykonawca: X-Raided
• Wyświetleń: 355

I had a heart full of pride and had to set it aside
   Hazardous smell to the crucifixes stabbed in my side
   Impaled, toothpicks jabbed in my eyes
   Niggas cry but the truth is they're glad that I died
   Inhale, conversatin' with Satan himself
   Starin' in the mirror lately got him hatin' hisself
   Inhale, green smoke like it's oxygen
   Rise up out the grave, gotta get my props again
   I pray for the day that I could say I got revenge
   Got a vendetta cuz I been hated by lots of men
   My rage, just way too strong to contain
   I'm sinkin', but I'm way too strong to complain
   I'm cheatin' the reaper every time he come for me
   When I die, will you nigga cry, ride, and die for me?
   I'm creepin', prepared to take a breath without thinkin'
   Of consequences, of starin' in the face of death without blinkin'
   The Unforgiven X-Raided, take my name in vain!
   Nefarious nigga, feel the need to explain the game
   To various niggas that got it twisted up like cornrows
   I'm sick of this bitch shit, I'm comin' for you mark hoes
  
   Chorus (X-Raided + Kingpen):
  
   (X-Raided) Niggas I used to fuck with
   (Kingpen) Consider Me Dead
   (X-Raided) Yeah all you niggas can suck dick
   (Kingpen) Consider Me Dead
   (X-Raided) All them hoes I used to mack to...
   (Kingpen) Consider Me Dead
   (X-Raided) BITCH get a rose over the tattoo and...
   (Kingpen) Consider Me Dead
  
   (2x)
  
   Second Verse (X-Raided):
  
   Nigga I can't stop now, came too far to turn back
   Flames burnin' in my brain, my heart done turned black
   I opened my mouth to speak and I don't recognize my own voice
   And when I close my eyes to sleep, dream of wildin' with my homeboys
   And wake up, the image lingers
   When he thought the set'll make me wanna break other niggas fingers
   Blow up the set twice a day, fake nigga I respect not
   Load up the Tec and spray your life in one day nigga
   I detect cops and you look like a bitch
   You shook like a nigga that done did somethin' wrong
   False form ass nigga
   Get on and blast nigga
   Did harm to the last nigga speakin' on my name
   And I got these East Coast muthafuckas sleepin' on my game
   I sleep even though my brain got me ready to seek and destroy
   What? You speakin' on my joy? You speakin' on my pain
   And it's been seekin' out my brain
   Through this pen to this paper to this track
   To the DAT and in your ears, nigga for years
   Yeah....
  
   Chorus
  
   Third Verse (X-Raided):
  
   When I die don't come visit me at my grave
   I'll come up out the casket
   Like (???) did to get that ass a bitch ride
   Til' a nigga dead like Killatay on Crip
   We got to admit you deserve respect but on Crip
   You niggas gay Cuz we bloods like Dracula
   We'll turn a nigga round me
   You weak thugs will have hurtful necks around me
   We jump niggas like strangulations
   And got a gang of patience when it comes to killin' lames
   Layin', waitin' all night for an opportunity to spill your brains
   Either you or me, gotta be one, holla at 'em
   And I'm comrades with clouds so get decapitated or bombed in crowds
   And never capture Raided I mob around
   Turn your skin black and blue and orange by the time it's found
   Tied and bound and tarred down
   Two-faced, many faces better kept
   Before we chop you up in suitcases
   And disappear without any traces
   And we all got game!
   Paid with flames, all got game!
   Knock y'all brain, Mad Man we all got fangs, bitch!
  
   Chorus