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Made in "South Central"
Fundemental mexican m.c from L.a city blocks/
I don't gangbang or slang rocks/ i flow in da night, bat out of hell wit intentions droppin spells/ Ringin church bells last no longer dan city rats dat dwell/ underneath da sewer's smell coming straight out of da dark/ I cant understand da bark lashed at this man / Straight stuck from da land of da dammed/ I get doubled dribbled and slammed in da pan/ Immense pressure from lectures, i don't see da picture/ Scripture is my leisure when i write flows da inflict seizures/ Believe my story, bloody and gory, i wont stop till i hit forty/ i'm being misplaced in da earths trace, i give chase/ high octane style dat cant be stopped/ fences hopped and blood mopped/ i cant believe da life i live is not/ Controled by da system and its plots/ dead on da street left to rot/ Da city of angels is da hot spot for a punk cop/ blasting his heat at our peeps non stop/ wait till he sees da damage done frome da smoke of his gun/ no time to think, trak meat to run around a slum/ Left to think about da brink of my death/ i just stoled my life and comitted grand theft/ i'm out wit a sore breath, mutha fucking mess/ I |
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