| What up peace? |
| I’m on a one-way street keeping it street
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| It seems like everybody’s focused on me, paranoid see
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| You with the family? |
| Man, no doubt
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| There is no reason for the words that just came out my mouth
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| Anyway, there’s a game I gotta play and it’s a race
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| Us against who? |
| Hold on, I’m at your place for a safe
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| Less than two minutes, no trace for the cause that I make
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| Hit the brakes, hop out the whip to the spot where you weigh it straight
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| All I know is it could be 5−0
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| A lot of dough is getting thrown at a show
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| Can’t overlook it no more
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| Gotta get off my ass and fast
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| Pass the gas, good ass shit in the bag, twist it and wrapped in?
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| The details explained by a man named Miguel
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| Hit the females, gunslinger known for the key sales
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| In for retail, left a couple charlatan D’s pale for foul servicing
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| Street drunk traffic and malnourished it
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| Yeah, you can get the cash and the fame on the block. |
| The bitches,
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| all that but all that shit comes at a price. |
| And sooner or later if you do
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| dirt you gonna pay that price yo. |
| Word up.
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| Yo knowledge you hear about that cat Michael from up the block?
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| Nah, what happened? |
| He got popped with a rifle by local cops
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| Hold up ox. |
| That’s the same cat that asked about the race
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| Yeah, he fucked up, went and got captured by shitty jakes
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| Struck me as a snake, I seen him punch his mama in the face
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| Fuck catching a case, I would’ve thrown his carcass in a lake
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| Marched into his place, yo Lhus, why didn’t you bury him son?
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| I wanted to but I knew duke liked to carry a gun
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| Back on subject, son was wilding, staying up with some beef
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| Some cats ran up in his spot, started dumping the heat
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| So did they kill him? |
| No he lived but shot Steve, Sally, and Jason
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| Word? |
| His wife and kids? |
| Yeah, got him set on retaliation
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| Started freebasing, got lifted, then turned homicidal
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| Grabbed his rifle, started rehearsing verses from out the Bible
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| Ran outside, started bucking, hit some kid on a bike
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| The law caught up with him, the judge threw him in prison for life
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| Legal suicide
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| I heard they gave him two life sentences, shit is crazy man but I guess some
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| cats can’t take the pain. |
| You gotta play with the cards dealt. |
| Looks like
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| Michael got a fucked up hand.
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| Boom boom boom, six o’clock on the dot, still no light
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| Something don’t feel right, he’s gonna start a fight
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| So he can go to the hole, he can’t take it no more
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| He’s lost control, penitentiaries blackened the soul
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| He was beefing with the Aryans
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| They said he couldn’t wear the skin of a white man
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| Chilling with black barbarians
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| But that’s how it was in the area he came up
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| He trusted no human being,?
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| Throughout the struggle and strife he hustled up a pipe
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| Filed it down sharp so it would function as a knife
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| Wore his shirt loose so he could stuff it in his side
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| To puncture a windpipe, he never been nice
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| He stabbed a man in the heart to see the pain he felt
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| And then he had plans to go and hang himself
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| But before he tied the sheet to the top of the bed
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| He was stabbed six times in the stomach and once in the neck
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| A poetic death |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Michael Nobody aka Poetic Death, artist - Snowgoons. Album song A Fist in the Thought, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп