Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Narrow Escape, artist - Souls Of Mischief. Album song Adrian Younge Presents: There Is Only Now, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Linear Labs
Song language: English
Narrow Escape |
Thinkin to myself while I light up the blend |
While my people goin off screamin 911 |
When I called another |
Had a ill vibe on the phone |
A voice I never heard before |
The man a ransom my O |
Yow he spoke very slowly |
Told me he was holdin my homie hostage |
And we better not cross him |
Incredibly toxic |
You comin wrong and your head and get Glock clips empty |
I simply listened and agreed to his conscious |
For my brothers I plea so I’mma get up on my mission |
Risky, we movin inconspicuous, swiftly |
I know this hoe’s a mischief that’s with me |
City illusion of freedom is beat deep in the white |
From the we first start breathin |
Harsh demons |
Even ya’ll start speak to police man if we |
Proceedin with the interweaving of plot |
Becomin even more intriguin |
As delinquents start overheating |
The road is squeaking |
And the motor’s leaking out |
But kept the increasin |
As we got closer, reach the threshold |
Hopin we don’t carry home a dead load |
The angel on my shoulder echoed |
We gettin stronger |
Forget the dead load |
Let’s go we need a jet boat |
Head up the west coast |
Awaitin patiently |
Paces to keep awake |
When they take a break to eat |
And later bring a plate to me |
I noticed, they changed the detail |
Still a killer but maybe he can be |
This basement ain’t that deep |
But if I listen close to how they whole lay out |
And explain to me |
One way out |
Two doors connected by a short a doors |
Sixteen step then a hard left |
What sound like a chain linked fence |
Barkin hounds |
Might be sudden death |
I can’t quite see what is next |
But I’m a man of faith |
And I believe in meeting faith head on |
I’mma get off when they bring my plate |
I don’t know what’s on the other side of that gate |
But these cats they seem more desperate each passin day |
And I know how money funny |
So my buddies ain’t comin for me |
Next time that door crack, whack I’mma off runnin |
Look, as soon as we see Tajay we snatchin him |
Ain’t nothin happenin |
We pay no fuckin ransom |
Leave em duckin and dancin |
We made a few buck from rappin |
Now they think we rich |
So we trick em with stealth and swiftness |
by witness |
What’s this |
Before we get there we like shit yea |
Tajay’s stubblin up out the bushes outta thin air |
We pulled him to the van and sat him down and told him sit there |
We took him to our doctor homie |
So we know he’d get repaired |
Nigga yea |
But hold the bets |
Cause this ain’t over yet |
With no regrets |
We gon show the threat how cold it gets |
If you can’t |
Go and get more shit they ain’t know me yet |
Revenge is even better when it’s cold as shit, nigga |