CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Neva slippin

Rappers and the record industry say that music isn't causing the violence, violence is causing the music
Move back mothaf**ka, violence is here!
Back the f**k up, back the f**k up! Move it!
Now, a freak is a freak and a hoe is a hoe
It's vulgar
Just throw that ass in the air!
It's violent
Why do I call myself a n***a you ask me?

Three 6's in the sky as I light the phonk
Mothaf**ka talkin' sh*t, lock his ass in the trunk
Chevy dunk, floater boy, no heart, just a void
In the dungeons where I roam, only thoughts are to destroy
So coy, wicked ways, samurai can turn a blade
Live and die by the sword, countin' the d**ks that I put in the grave
Meditate, in a daze, [?], I stand amazed
So I wait, all alone
All my friends are dead and gone
Devil spawn, I'm your sire from the depths, the pits of fire
Out to conquer your empire, total power's my desire
Feel my wrath, barbed wire around the blade, all black attire
Six-set is the choir, all peace has now expired
Don't admire bullsh*t, all your prayers are worthless
b*t*h, I'm here to rebel and it's my only purpose
Nervous, cause I speak, countin' the minds of the weak
Reach my peak, for this beat
You cannot escape, I can't be defeat