Off The Sidewalk

(альбом: The Devil Never Dies - 2010)

[Slaine:]
Y'all, this is how you sell your motherfucking shit yourself

This is not a overnight story of success
Torn up in the board room by corporate executives
This is not a fabricated gimmick or a mimic
I'm a real life image of a world where the hectic live
Brought up in the streets of purgatory, living next to sin
Caught up in the beef and murder stories were my best of friends
Thought of as some creeps and burglars, boy, we were just testing them
To take our last breath early, I caught a second wind
My heroes, hustlers, fighters, killers, and cons
Ain't none of them had flew with the cape
So with my situation getting grim and my back against the wall
What was I supposed do to escape?
I moved units hand-to-hand through dealers with coke baggies and grams
'Til it started spreading throughout the states, with my street marketing plan
The White Man Is The Devil laid my foundation down
Now I blew up, it's great, I'm internationally known

[Cyrus DeShield:]
I don't mean to break, you know I won't break
Look me in the eye, you know it's my fate
Middle finger in the air, I hear what they talk
But I could care less, you ain't phasing my wall
All I got is a whole lot of time so I focus on the grind
You can hear the heat bumping from the sidewalk
I don't trip off none, and y'all can stay fronting
While I make my way off the sidewalk

[Slaine:]
I walked through this death trap, and never lost my life, my life lost me
I bought the truth and paid with my youth, the price cost me
They want me stabbed to death with a knife, the night's frosty
I stayed up nights and prayed to a Christ but he might cross me
Dudes is looking at my feet, they wonder what the nights cost me
Plus they wanna keep me off the ice like I'm Mike Bossy
There's a price in my head, if these guys off me
Five will watch me die from their ride, sipping iced coffee
The public love it or hate it, can't keep their eyes off me
I'm a murdering massacre, man, I never die softly
It's way more than my music, this a ruthless product
I'm the toothless prophet, anybody shoot narcotics
My starvation is a nation in the shooter's pocket
I planted seeds on planet greed and I grew the market
You want a war with me? Indeed I got a crew to spark it
My legend's getting bigger, nothing you could do could stop it

[Cyrus DeShield:]
I don't mean to break, you know I won't break
Look me in the eye, you know it's my fate
Middle finger in the air, I hear what they talk
But I could care less, you ain't phasing my wall
All I got is a whole lot of time so I focus on the grind
You can hear the heat bumping from the sidewalk
I don't trip off none, and y'all can stay fronting
While I make my way off the sidewalk