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brooklyn and verbal assult... collab think about this shit
verse 1 verbal assult
look the other day my boy got blown the fuck away/
2weeks later he's 6 feed deep tucked away/
i went up to give my speech but din't know what to say/
either it was me cryin' or it was a rainy day/
i couln't say shit forgot his name/ - just stuck to stand i strained/
thinkin' over-heatin' my brain/ - but i sat and still the same/
about a week after the wake/ - i decided to go find the fruit cake/
i found out where he lived the day after the wake/
i approached him.."do you know who you fuckin' with?"/
cocked the sawed off shotty.. pop off his jaw "tha's right don't say nothin' bitch"/
later that night i lie awake wonderin'/ - finally got to sleep bad dreams while i'm slumberin'/
rememberin' the bullets sprayin' shatterin' every bone in his body/
rememberin' me gettin' cocky with the shotty/ - jaw right off his body/
left him lookin' like a motha fuckin' zombie/ - he robbed me/
payback's a bitch now i got him/ - left his place fuckin' sloppy/
twitchin' in my sleep/ - for a week/ couldn't talk until suddenly my brain leaked/
influince was gathered upon me/ - realized i did wongly/
coulnd't live with this if so not very longly/ - this life ain't mine/
it's somebody else's.. can't live with this.. blow my brain out with the nine/
my head flew back and broke off my spine/ - wonderin' the whole time/
what was wrong with my mind/ - life before my eyes/
all is red i'm dead no more me for the rest of time/
verse 2 brook
here I long ...to inspect-n-expect-to find hope sometime,
where im from...feels like I gotta wear vests-to-protect-my-behind
where im from...Brooklyn,aint no secrets-to-keep-shit except mine,
where im from....the NYC streets-bullets-fly-all-the-time
where im from...the city where beefs-bullshit-lies-define-crime
here I long to see the stop of this wrong and the shiverin of spines
the only paper work these kids call an education is rollin dimes
theres worthless-lines of chalk round boys who used to chill wit mine
urb-is-the-fault for jobs offered at every corner curb-of-asfault
Verbal-Assault got me on this cuz my verbal-gets-ass's-to-stop
gaspin-kids-to-watch-cops n realize there more to life then watchs-n-high-tops
hy-dro-lics drop get-high-on-dro-wit-chicks who fuck ignorin they pops
cause glocks to be shot dawgs to leave but neva to be forgot
its like they dont want dental-plans but rental-vans and a morgue-plot
I rhyme bout cars , bucks and sluts alot but for this I turn more-soft
this goes out to my homie-T back home-see in NYC some cemetery-spot
to the streets of Cali to any Montreal family we connectin them-city-dots
R.I.P To Every Innocent Soul Lost
verse 1 verbal assult
look the other day my boy got blown the fuck away/
2weeks later he's 6 feed deep tucked away/
i went up to give my speech but din't know what to say/
either it was me cryin' or it was a rainy day/
i couln't say shit forgot his name/ - just stuck to stand i strained/
thinkin' over-heatin' my brain/ - but i sat and still the same/
about a week after the wake/ - i decided to go find the fruit cake/
i found out where he lived the day after the wake/
i approached him.."do you know who you fuckin' with?"/
cocked the sawed off shotty.. pop off his jaw "tha's right don't say nothin' bitch"/
later that night i lie awake wonderin'/ - finally got to sleep bad dreams while i'm slumberin'/
rememberin' the bullets sprayin' shatterin' every bone in his body/
rememberin' me gettin' cocky with the shotty/ - jaw right off his body/
left him lookin' like a motha fuckin' zombie/ - he robbed me/
payback's a bitch now i got him/ - left his place fuckin' sloppy/
twitchin' in my sleep/ - for a week/ couldn't talk until suddenly my brain leaked/
influince was gathered upon me/ - realized i did wongly/
coulnd't live with this if so not very longly/ - this life ain't mine/
it's somebody else's.. can't live with this.. blow my brain out with the nine/
my head flew back and broke off my spine/ - wonderin' the whole time/
what was wrong with my mind/ - life before my eyes/
all is red i'm dead no more me for the rest of time/
verse 2 brook
here I long ...to inspect-n-expect-to find hope sometime,
where im from...feels like I gotta wear vests-to-protect-my-behind
where im from...Brooklyn,aint no secrets-to-keep-shit except mine,
where im from....the NYC streets-bullets-fly-all-the-time
where im from...the city where beefs-bullshit-lies-define-crime
here I long to see the stop of this wrong and the shiverin of spines
the only paper work these kids call an education is rollin dimes
theres worthless-lines of chalk round boys who used to chill wit mine
urb-is-the-fault for jobs offered at every corner curb-of-asfault
Verbal-Assault got me on this cuz my verbal-gets-ass's-to-stop
gaspin-kids-to-watch-cops n realize there more to life then watchs-n-high-tops
hy-dro-lics drop get-high-on-dro-wit-chicks who fuck ignorin they pops
cause glocks to be shot dawgs to leave but neva to be forgot
its like they dont want dental-plans but rental-vans and a morgue-plot
I rhyme bout cars , bucks and sluts alot but for this I turn more-soft
this goes out to my homie-T back home-see in NYC some cemetery-spot
to the streets of Cali to any Montreal family we connectin them-city-dots
R.I.P To Every Innocent Soul Lost
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