Текст (слова) песни: Saafir f Mahasin - 25 Ta Life

 
Peace 
Here to explain to you 25 to life 
It`s not no criminal shit 
But then again it is 
It`s some lyrical shit 
From the abyss 
 
[ VERSE 1: Saafir ] 
What else am I to do, I`m not seein no more 
Revenue, I try to detach myself from life 
So catastrophies never grace my path 
I couldn`t never play (what?) the part, so I started 
With heartmarkers never mark me 
I never crossed the Parker`s Brothers path 
The absent minded applicant denied 
See, these rhymes are designed to stretch the skin 
Anticipation of the Junction 
Jerkin your ass into a ??? worker answer to fly by night 
Vision emulates precision 
A trait for greatness related to liquidation of the character 
When animation consumes your whole conversation like vapor 
I`ma mangle that ass like a acre, I`m a get-paider 
You`re on my land, my ancestor`s mindstate 
Make platinum in the ears of a large resident 
I be in charge of the canibal`s canabis 
Where hot shit, ain`t no fannin this, when I write it`s 25 to life 
 
(For every rhyme I write it`s 25 to life)		--- Havoc 
 
[ Saafir ] 
25 to life 
It`s a mindstate, straight up and down 
Stay hard 
In your foundation keep mobbin 
Youknowmsayin? 
Don`t slip like these gased at paid niggas 
 
[ VERSE 2: Mahasin ] 
I get a strike every time I touch the mic 
Marks got a bounty on my head from scripts read 
Mahasin lyric assassin leave yo ass for dead 
You have no stamina, amateur 
And don`t know my caliber 
I make the party say ho at the show 
From the verbal calico with nuff ammo 
Quick to clown these tricks and these broads 
Cause they rhymes ain`t hard 
Wack MC walk away scarred 
Cause they didn`t know what they was in fo` 
Didn`t have the proper info 
I`m an underground soldier savage on the rhyme 
And I`m goin for mine, can`t knock it 
Dare not try to stop it 
Can`t get with the sick shit that I spit 
I ain`t yo punk bitch 
You have no stash, so how can you profit? 
Rob you of your props, run, get the cops 
But I`ll disappear into thin air 
Make your life a misdemeanor 
Know what I mean, huh? 
Crime scene clean smooth getaway 
 
[ Saafir ] 
Youknowmsayin? 
Non-detectable 
Can`t be seen 
But we the usual suspectuals 
Yaknawmsayin? 
You can find us 
All you gotta do is look baby 
Peep 
 
[ VERSE 3: Saafir ] 
Mentally I`m here, Saafir is focused like Minolta 
Yoko Ono couldn`t sow no linen like this 
I`m on the john shittin these writtens 
Lickin my fingers like a banker 
Swingin it like a shanker 
Paint a picture like a Van Gogh 
Flow faster than a locomotive 
I bounced a hoe as sho` as holdin my balls like boulders 
Bustin shots through the holster 
A quarter century 
To life means describin the lyrical pimp in me (bitch) 
When I write for the likes of criminals at night 
Striking through the night for life 
 
Junction riders 
Puttin it down 
H.J.`s 
Deflectin these hate rays 
Knowmsayin? 
From `98 to whatever 
That`s how it goes down 
West Oakland solider 
Biatch
 

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