Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reflection of a Man Freestyle, artist - Necro. Album song Street Villains Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.01.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psycho+Logical
Song language: English
Reflection of a Man Freestyle |
Yo, its that time of the night |
I feel like the veins in my brain are gonna explode like dynamite |
Every rhyme is a fight, Making good out of evil |
Holding my self back |
So fucking hard not to beat the shit out of people |
There’s so much water a dam can take before it breaks |
So much pain a man can take before he flips out and pulls out a .38 |
And sprays everything in sight, Fighting with girlfriends |
I hustle like there’s one year left before the world ends |
Almost beat down a FedEx guy |
Next guy that opens his mouth’ll get bludgeoned to death, don’t test I |
So much responsibility can put you in a hospital physically from stress |
Spiritually you’ll mess with what doesn’t kill me will make me more brutal |
I get so much adrenaline pumping through me when people sleep on me |
I bring it to you, I started off as a dime dealer |
I come from the same place you do, but I feel I’m realer |
I see through you like binoculars |
Before cop killer I was a thug before being a thug was popular |
Before 2Pac was a star, before Biggie got far |
I’m talking '90, wasn’t Al Capone but I’ll fuck you up hard |
You faggots won’t respect me til I spill red |
I want my respect and I’ll take it in blood, like Bill said |
From Mom Dukes every day struggling with the rent |
If I could lace Mom Dukes with a million, I’d be content |
I’m like Master P coming up, Baby Williams |
Damon Dash, Rick Ruben, and Russel Simmons |
Richard Branson, Tony Robbins, Bill Gates |
And Ray Crock all rolled into one, holding a gun |
Obsessed with leaving you verbally killed medically |
My label is successful because it’s built from intergrity |
Code of the streets, get your wig clapped we jig rats |
Don’t give a fuck if you let me in I’ll bust the door down with big gats |
Knock, knock, open up, BLOUW |
Fuckin' faggots |
I can teach you about shit you know nothing about |
Like having your uncle kick heroin on your couch |
Like having two major deals and shit didn’t work out |
And starting your own label without really knowing how |
Like catching a case the day before going to trial |
The plaintiff was shook, the judge ended up throwing it out |
To touring the whole world, we be throwing it down |
You better respect my fam, we holding it down |
Like Necro said I regulate like a soldier no doubt |
I’m imfamous for puching you fuckin' hoes in the mouth |
I’m a loyal dude, true to my word, true to my wealth |
True to my fam, I handle my biz, true to myself |
Make moves like Mosad, I’m close to God |
Close to the jackpot, though the road is hard |
I’d rather take a bullet to the dome then stop |
So I’ma keep on going til the world is ours |