Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Korrupt World, artist - Twista. Date of issue: 29.08.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Korrupt World |
| Hold all of the murderin’up, if you gotta bust a cap then aim it up If you religious praise it up, if you gotta get high then blaze it up For the ones who never gave it up, |
| Take a champagne glass and raise it up Agony was the feelin’when I saw his blood spilling |
| Poppin’lip and taking over his tip is why he had to kill him |
| Now his bodies in chalk and no longer can talk so then a life is lost |
| Somebody tricked off and the killer was caught |
| So now his lifes his cost |
| You might get caught |
| So to make a move these motherfuckers is petrified |
| All the best that tried won’t even slide |
| So just bless the rest that died |
| Is it a test of pride when inside |
| You grip a trigger but you didn’t wanna pull it Could it be a motherfucker that you notice |
| On the other side of the bullet |
| Should it matter now you figure fuck it I’ma waste him |
| It’s just a murda for the nation |
| But some end up locked up, broke up For felonies and over overly motherly abrasion |
| Now in front of me encased in a coffin is a body |
| With people around sad and froze |
| Teardrops and rain |
| But folks didn’t really feel the pain until the casket closed |
| I was drastic chose and the mother threw a frown |
| Even though the gunner was found |
| Cause it seems like yesterday when he was running around |
| Now he under the ground cause they gonna get down in these streets Even |
| though you pack a piece for heat these niggaz urgin’to bust |
| The game ain’t the same so stay away from the curb |
| If you out there serving em’up and |
| hook (repeat) |
| w/ make a toast to yourself for survivng in a world that’s so corrupt |
| Agony was the feelin’when I saw his blood pouring |
| Tragedy mess a man look in the mirror then I see the stud mourning |
| As these streets erases others it encase a brother |
| You had enough heart to waste this brother |
| But could you face his mother I was faced with other |
| Type of problems that had held me back |
| Couldn’t tell me jack now I’m gone in my own zone |
| You ain’t gotta tell me that so me trail me back to a time |
| When a motherfucker 'd lost his will survive |
| Me and my folks had to hustle and steal for a meal |
| Eat or had to kill to survive |
| I remember when you had my back |
| When the relative passed and my momma cried |
| When the house caught flames |
| You collapsed in my arms when you heard that father d’died |
| I take drama in stride |
| Even though I had to go through a thing to get myself together |
| Still suffer but the worst is gone |
| So it’s on till’the roamin’man have his shelter |
| But if I end up back on the streets again and I had to recieve my fate Smoke |
| weed at the wake so the pain and hate escapes |
| To keep the kids straight |
| Cause you did straight if your seed proceed |
| As long as they keep learning and keep growing up Right now we survive in a place that’s full of doubt |
| And about to self-destruct |
| hook x2 |
| Visualize in invisible eyes how I individualize |
| Critical cries of pitiful skies that rain pain upon the ghetto land |
| Where the unforgettable dies |
| Subliminal lies mean a motherfucker never gone make it If he don’t peep it and keep it in check soon |
| Womb to the tomb death is in the next room |
| If a nigga ain’t realizin’a k’s and tech’s doom |
| Let’s assume another brother wanna laugh at you |
| I think he just took a blast at you |
| You won’t have it you killed him |
| There go the trigger try to kick it but his niggas coming after you Telling |
| you a stranger must be crazy |
| To step it to a motherfucker that’s dangerous |
| Cause it’s a gang of us throwin’knuckles in the scuffle |
| If we have two things of bust |
| It’s cocaine to us and my brains to dust |
| I represent you up there so I try |
| Long as I leave my enemy bust vacinity crushed |
| I don’t really give a fuck if I die |
| So why lie my people should be glad to survive in the land of the lost It’s a plan of the boss leaving motherfuckers dying |
| With their grandmother’s hand on the cross |
| So I take a stand when I talk ran instead of walked |
| To chalk another victory |
| How you did the caper hid the paper |
| Breaking other niggas off is a mystery |
| With the chemicals and drugs all of these criminals and thugs |
| Just keep comin’up better watch yourself ain’t no love in the streets In a ghetto of a world that’s corrupt |
| hook |