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11-21-04, 12:06 AM
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Not You (rap to the mosh beat)
IP:
YOU MUST RAP THIS TO THE MOSH BEAT.. CUZ I DID..ADN THE MOSH BEAT HAS ONLY ONE FLOW.. SO PLEASE RAP LIKE HE DOES..THANK YOU -INDEPH ..Not you.. chorus: You saying its not important.. ... ignoring my bruise........ you aint gonna wear sox.. ..till you step up in my shoes.. ..red blood in my blues.. when terror got you.. bloodshed is my druel.. thank god its not you..X2 chorus: I step out the house scared..fearing and shaking.. I moves slowly everywhere..till someone awakes me.. it seems now my prides..looks like a price for the taking. .there's no void left..as I avoid death..take me!! I'm done with the fight..as I run for my life.. cuz a gun is kite..blow one..and they rise..please god.. I am done..I'm your son..and I'm frightened.. I sense..the demons..gonna rise..but I'm fighting ..this my song..or I'm biting..from my mind but I'm typing..either way If I'm gone..nobody here even liked me..sounds wrong but away..I am safe if I'm dead..my verse is a run on..follow me..come on... chorus: You saying its not important.. ... ignoring my bruise........ you aint gonna wear sox.. ..till you step up in my shoes.. ..red blood in my blues.. when terror got you.. bloodshed is my druel.. thank god its not you..X2 chorus: I gotta burn on my right hand..from when I turned two.. as a baby that fear..mentally hurts you..I got self esteem.. issues.. with other people..it never turned lethal.. but i'm holdin a pistol..its fucked up..if you die..you wonder if they'll miss you..yes they say that you love you.. they hold strong when they hug em..what do that even prove.. its just a custom..I need some time alone..away from the crushings..I can't rely on family..they all like a cousin.. Die around a hot bullet..or leaking in prison.. Or die by my own hand..like Limited Edition...come on.. chorus: You saying its not important.. ... ignoring my bruise........ you aint gonna wear sox.. ..till you step up in my shoes.. ..red blood in my blues.. when terror got you.. bloodshed is my druel.. thank god its not you..X2 chorus: The worlds gone crazy..bar has been raised higher.. for what is iight now..was plain phyco..back been prior.. I have my liers..who struck...no hire..then my own heart..usin my own dart..bullseye.. I should die.. pain continues..so I suffer..I have dreams about it.. when I'm burning to usher..My fingers clinch..as I can feel the blood gushing..hanging on a tree.. the police aint rushing..trusting..and human being.. is just pleeding please..for your family tree.. and get seeds and leaves..barry me..you can take me to hell..it can't multiply the mind..I been thrugh by myself..help..
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