TAKEOVER & PAYN COLLAB (WHERE WE FROM)
 

(PAYN)
I'm from DC in a place where folks living life real gritty...//
Tha city where muthafuckaz live life eva so swiftly...//
Life extractin of attractionz for childish actionz, innocence and such...//
Satanist practice...in tha absence, of mah feelings got me sinfully touched...//
My life was pain, itz tru definition, plastered with agony and tribulationz...//
publicationz, demons ever so flagrant...fillin mah heart wit vexation...//
anger befriending mah soul...ever so close to being in Lucifer's grasp...//
Homicide clouding mah senses, but tha Holy Spirit'z presence held me back...//
never had a father...call it immaculate conception...tha way Im flexin...//
lyrical weaponz...testing...strength and...detection weakness as a sixth sense and...//
been lead in demonic directionz...since birth...but lyricism opened mah eyes...//
that smiles are lies...convert mechanisms 2 conceal tha cries...//
which lie...in our hearts as tha only natural thing God gave us to express...//
Considerin thiz artificial utopia of earth has left itz childrin in a mess...//
prayin im blessed...more likely jus 2 see anuther day and be accepted...//
2 heavenly gates...and 2 be in his assembly subjected...//


(CHOROUS) 2X
D.C. WHERE MUTHAFUCKAZ HOLDIM THEM SHOTS, HOLDIN THA ROCK//
EVERY1 WANNA BE HOLDIN A BLOCK//
B.X. WHERE MUTHAFUCKAZ LIVIN IN TRIFE, BUT LIVIN THEIR LIFE//
BUT MOST AINT LIVIN IT RIGHT//


(TAKEOVER)
check, i be from tha borough, where niggaz be thorough//
BX, twin uzis turn a nigga 2 gu-rrl (girl)//
we got tales like Calegero, every otha sum-body is tried//
sum-body is robbed, body left 2 tha side//
niggaz be dyin, little infants be cryin//
cause of tha father who aint home, he out wavin his iron//
or either his cash, what little he got//
4 a shot in tha arm or thigh, 4 a ten minute high//
tha corner real crowded, prolly a dice game//
all tha headz turnin, its a dame wit a nice frame//
and nice features, stick-up kids rob u 4 sneakers//
and nice gear, thats wat we about here//
kidz in tha park, dealers sellin 2 them when its dark//
and wit that taught they grow up wit cold hearts//
dont understand why so many gotta D.I.E.//
im from N.Y.C. where i be tha M.V.P.// PEACE


(CHOROUS) 4X

Uppin Dis Shit Right Here

thanx 4 tha feed....bumpin' diz shit uppin 4 more c'mon y'all don't sleep on diz

Wasnt feeling this

Both verses were decent, but lacked vocab

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