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(앨범: Snubnose - 2019)


[Big Rube:]
Y'all already know what it is
Big Rube, S.W.A.T. Zone 4
Y'all cats wanna go in circles and do the same thing over and over
Well, this the revolver
How you coming up when you fall for the trap?
Got the dope game fucked off, now you tryna murk rap
True success comes from work, fuck understanding, know that
Ain't none niggas serving dubs gon' get rich off one pack
How many sacks? How many stacks? Don't matter, this ain't 'bout that
It's 'bout the illness of the spirit 'caused by the realness niggas lack
Recidivism is the schism that's becoming an Achilles that we can't heal
Why the sounds of our blackness has turned into white noise that we can't feel?
I'd never knowingly endorse a purchase of some shit that was created by those without skill
Life teaches this lesson
Originality and talent are two things that you can't steal
Dead for real, this ain't no game, your ass could end up dead for real
This endless cycle of ridiculousness is what we need to kill
Yet in still, we didn't instill, with thoughts counteracted the heaven as live
So that same bullshit we been programmed with is all we have to give
Revolving around the same snubnose we can't see 'til they pull it
It's the epitome of ignorance 'cause only a fool plays Russian roulette with six bullets
Gone

[Grip:]
All black hoodie on, feeling like Trayvon but this time I got the gun drawn
Nigga you can get sprayed on (You, you), nigga you can get sprayed on (You, you), nigga you can get sprayed on (You, you), nigga you can get sprayed on (You, you), nigga you can get sprayed on (You, you, you)
Wish a nigga would tell me to run my pockets
I'ma pop it, locked and loaded, I ain't gotta cock it
Bodies dropping, call the cops and Johnnie Cochran
Niggas bleeding, hope the doctors can stop it
Busting shots at all the opps, plotting, mama screaming
Sirens singing, paramedics, where's he headed [?], will he make it, maybe?
Seventeen, he still a baby, life is faded, family praying
[?]
If we spot who shot you, we gon' drop them
[?]
God will avenge you

The cycle continues

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