
Date of issue: 06.04.2006
Record label: Gotee
Song language: English
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I know if I was to simply say to you that if I got that spitfire |
Get fly, I’m gonna help you get by |
Bite my lip until it bleed if I let you crash |
Body hit the water, splash, all for a wad of cash |
Passion-plea to self, so it’s not his last |
Lot is cast, take you from a broken past |
Open with his smoking stash |
Promise no more; |
he done broke his last |
From affliction to addiction, wound to infection |
From a rookie to professional, secret to confession |
Every level is progressional, pushing every envelope and boundary protecting you |
Slowly decomposing, you oppressing, you depressing, you be stressing you out |
Testing what you about now, you grown with clout now, and drowning in doubt now |
Ain’t no question you sick and tired of the situation you facing |
Asking God, «Why? |
How? |
Why me? |
Why now?» |
Trying to get your mind right |
Trying to keep your grip tight on life, in spite of the chaos and the battle |
internally |
Defining your existence and your position eternally |
Our mission in this industry is assisting you in shaking off them tendencies, |
exposing you to destiny |
Spit truth lyrically in every vicinity |
Diminishing strongholds of foes now |
I know if I was to simply say to you that if I got that spitfire |
Get fly, I’m gonna help you get by |
Bite my lip until it bleed if I let you crash |
Body hit the water, splash, all for a wad of cash |
Passion-plea to self, so it’s not his last |
Lot is cast, take you from a broken past |
Open with his smoking stash |
Promise no more; |
he done broke his last |
I know if I was to simply say to you that if I got that spitfire |
Get fly, I’m gonna help you get by |
Bite my lip until it bleed if I let you crash |
Body hit the water, splash, all for a wad of cash |
Passion-plea to self, so it’s not his last |
Lot is cast, take you from a broken past |
Open with his smoking stash |
Promise no more; |
he done broke his last |
I proceed to put the pieces together |
Obvious is the beat that meets every endeavour, whenever |
Head on, popping and bucking to say it wrong |
Opportunity ducking, all of them stuck in their zone |
Freedom of speech, empower the streets |
Fuel the cowards to spin hours for peace |
They’re growing poison, thinking they’re doing a moral service |
Whoopy-doo, they black with money |
I should be proud but I’m nervous, like a gun in the hand of a killer |
It always amazes me when the burn the flames off of the scrilla |
Black man, wake up |
Black man, feel me |
Dr. King said we will overcome — will we? |
Blood on the streets of Memphis for the cause |
Moment of silence for death as we pause |
Raise the terror alert, give me time to hear from error |
And hurt the bearer of news in an era that’s almost gone |
I know if I was to simply say to you that if I got that spitfire |
Get fly, I’m gonna help you get by |
Bite my lip until it bleed if I let you crash |
Body hit the water, splash, all for a wad of cash |
Passion-plea to self, so it’s not his last |
Lot is cast, take you from a broken past |
Open with his smoking stash |
Promise no more; |
he done broke his last |
I know if I was to simply say to you that if I got that spitfire |
Get fly, I’m gonna help you get by |
Bite my lip until it bleed if I let you crash |
Body hit the water, splash, all for a wad of cash |
Passion-plea to self, so it’s not his last |
Lot is cast, take you from a broken past |
Open with his smoking stash |
Promise no more; |
he done broke his last |
I know if I was to simply say to you that if I got that spitfire |
Get fly, I’m gonna help you get by |
Bite my lip until it bleed if I let you crash |
Body hit the water, splash, all for a wad of cash |
Passion-plea to self, so it’s not his last |
Lot is cast, take you from a broken past |
Open with his smoking stash |
Promise no more; |
he done broke his last |
Let you crash, body hit the water, splash, all for a wad of cash |
Passion-plea to self, so it’s not his last |
Lot is cast, take you from a broken past |
Open with his smoking stash |
Promise no more; |
he done broke his last |
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Blame It on You | 1998 |
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