Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ten Paces, artist - Blueprint. Album song Vigilante Genesis, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Weightless
Song language: English
Ten Paces |
Loaded burner, blade in a calf holster |
Walkie talkie to communicate with the chauffeur |
Map of the block to escape when it’s over |
Looking like a killer, feeling like a soldier |
The smell of perfume from having Tasha in my bed |
Sticks to my fingertips and still lingers in the air |
She told me about a hot spot named The Dragon’s Lair |
Off a backstreet up out by the state fair |
She guarantee me every Sunday they be there |
Playing pool and sniffing coke up until the AM |
She met 'em both back when she used to bartend |
But said they’d be hard to touch cause the gang that they roll with |
No fear, ice is flowing through my veins |
Surveyed the spot last night and it’s all arranged |
I know where they hang plus where they lay their heads |
They can confess to what they did or they can end up dead |
Had to drop me off three blocks from the spot |
Then park across the street in an open lot |
Put on my gas mask and took the alley just to creep up |
Black trench coat looking like the grim reaper |
Black assassin waiting for 'em after dark inside of a dumpster |
Twenty feet from where they park |
Quiet as a church mouse, silent as a beating heart |
Then the fat one stumbled out with a fat blunt to spark |
I knew the owner didn’t let them smoke in the bar |
So they usually walked out to the dumpster way behind their cars |
He took a couple pulls and blasted off to outer space |
Pulled out my pepper spray and caught him right in his face |
Hopped out, he started screaming, punched him in his jaw |
The force from the punch made him bite down on his tongue |
«How it feel, fat boy? |
Now you all alone! |
Remember me?» |
pushed him to the ground and kicked his balls |
He tearing up like «oh shit, I thought you was dead!» |
«Naw man you and your mans killed the wrong kid |
I could kill you now for the sake of revenge |
Or you can come with me and tell the cops what you did» |
Heard footsteps, turned around, they’re coming fast |
Two white t-shirts, two big dudes with red rags |
Side-stepped the first one but slipped on some broken glass |
The second one caught me hard enough that it cracked my mask |
Fell back a little dazed but knew he broke his hand |
Acted hurt but pepper sprayed him when he circled in |
First cat back now, he’s swinging that wild |
Duck stuck my life into his stomach, made him take a bow |
Three dudes laid down, back to the fat one |
He spit in my face he say «fuck you, I ain’t doing nothing!» |
I put my blade to his neck and started slowly cutting |
Heard a shotgun pump then I heard it start dumping |
Moved just in time, the shot hit the fat dude |
Blew the face right off the skull it was attached to |
He pumped again I could see the short motherfucker |
Second shot blow a hole right through that old dumpster |
Can’t hide much longer gotta make a break |
Buck shots from a third shot almost hit my face |
I saw lights from a car pulling in the strip |
Thinking it’s a cop car, I take it as my chance to dip |
Fourth shot hit the window of somebody’s whip |
I’m hauling ass fast as possible until I slip |
He got the drop on me, but I still pull my nine |
His body drop but I swear that shot wasn’t mine |