| All aboard on this crooked and twisted journey, I’m cookin' early
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| Food for thought, a lot is at stake, now they lookin' worthy
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| I shook the jury with a hook and flurry
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| Ran 30 in his chest with the falcon, got all these rookies girly
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| My look is surly, full beard with the greys in it
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| You stay timid, Mount Rushmore of rap and my face in it (Facts)
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| I straight clinic, I’m surgical with the shit, Jake
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| A sick ape, I pound on my chest 'til all of my ribs break
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| It’s Ransom, remember that name, trust me, you lames lucky
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| Stab a nigga over the TV, make sure the blade’s rusty (Ahh)
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| Life is clean but the grave’s dusty
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| I’m cleanin' house usin' all of my muscle, guess I was made husky
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| I refuse to let this pain crush me
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| I brainstorm in the booth and cry when the rain touch me (Real shit)
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| With all this power, it’s a risky business
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| Your darkest hour’s only 60 minutes
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| So I keep my family and guns closer, got one holster
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| If I had a boy I would strap over my son’s shoulder (Yeah, war ready)
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| Now that’s what I call a young soldier
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| Raise the heat, too hot on these streets, I let the sun roast ya
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| Kill me, nah that’s tricky hoe, too risky bro
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| Thinkin' you got «Power» for life until that 50 show (Bla-ouw!)
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| My mama said I’m a hell raiser
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| A pure shooter like Dame Lillard, a true trailblazer
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| He in the wrong business, thinkin' he powerful
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| He won’t know his strength in the place until he walks in it
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| When you on top, certain shit off limits
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| (Niggas lost privilege) stainless got the gloss finish
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| Mama said I’ma meet my match
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| Pops smokin' stones, home is where I leave my hat
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| Ain’t gotta put me in top 5s
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| 'Cause I’ll be good cookin' Popeye’s
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| Yeah, let’s try to get to this plot thicker
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| You not sicker, I’ll cross you niggas like swastikas (Yeah)
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| You not killers, you petty dealers and shoplifters
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| Hardest thing to be in this world is somethin' you not, nigga (Facts)
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| Gotta be brutally honest just to get through to ya
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| I dance with the reaper and did a mambo with Lucifer
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| Has to be more to this life than models and hookah, bruh
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| You lack balls dog, I don’t think that motto is new to ya
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| I prove to ya, my level is more Saturn than Jupiter
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| I’m fresher than Soltero, fresh lime with a ruglar
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| Yeah, I’m ramblin', might be losin ya (Come on)
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| But it might be too damagin' tellin' truth to ya (Let's go)
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| I’m dark horror like Tony Todd to phony frauds
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| No facade, life is a gamble but you don’t know the odds
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| Nah, my father said I’m a hell raiser
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| Melo with the shoot from the corner, a true trailblazer |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hellraiser , by - Ransom. Song from the album Directors Cut (Scene Two), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп