Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song When Was The Last Time, artist - Vakill. Album song Worst Fears Confirmed - Instrumentals, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.01.2006
Record label: Molemen
Song language: English
When Was The Last Time |
I breathe through the pain and exhale for, single parent homes |
Exhale crack addict withdrawls they can’t bear alone |
Exhale smoke from the barrels of those bearin' chrome |
Exhale for the slums where angels went there to roam |
Wrote my first verse in a book of Tops |
That rolled the weed that had the crooked cops tryna book my pops |
He lived in a bottle, when he drank, I shook the spot |
Wrote 3 16s for everytime he took a shot |
Took it as a sign of confirmation |
When Will’s brains was blown on the safe, couldn’t find the combination |
Minor confrontations no longer pugilistic |
We resolved 'em with the hugest biscuits |
Understand — I seen too much not to address it |
Held the tools that you got you undressin' |
And I would exhale jewels and spot you this blessin' |
Now, take a deep breath, be honest with yourself, and exhale when I drop you |
this question — |
When was the last time you breathed |
Walked the streets without a vest and gat tucked in the sleeve |
When was the last time you |
Without the assist of alcohol or twistin' up leaves |
This is season tickets to my pain, I invite you ingraduly |
Show me a hero, and I’ll, write you a tragedy |
If there’s bullet wounds, I’ma right through it’s cavity |
Insightful and avidly up close and personal |
I don’t draw pictures — I texturize the paint |
To touch souls of soldiers next to risin' rank |
That’s findin' it difficult to exercise restraint |
'Cause when it comes to whips, women, and extra pies, we can’t |
Die broke, that’s some of our fears |
Every summer y’all hear shells drops |
'Cause cats makin' sure they numbers are here |
When there’s a hood, there’s a struggle |
There with knuckles and gats, settle my several scuffles in an appropriate |
manner |
And if Soviet hammers, won’t hestitate |
Patience is a virtue, that can six feet dirt you |
And have your spirit leavin' Earth, and what’s even worse? |
A lot stop breathin' before they mastered breathin' first |
It goes one for Ken’s kite, two for twin light-skinned dykes |
Three for T-Max with white pinstripes |
Wish I could send 'em, Lord knows what your life’s been like |
Five years in the beast with no ray of light in sight |
But I’ma ride 'til the Good Lord put it in neutral |
Keep extra clips fuller than usual |
Cocksuckas that wanna pull it and shoot you |
I’ma put a bullet in mutual, Channel 32 Fox bulletin news you |
Speak to Marilyn Manson, crack is viable |
Where atheists and Baptists rival |
Home of evangelists and black disciples |
And two-time felons that’s quick to carjack you with an ROTC practice rifle |
Change the game, same rules to ref use |
So F you, I refuse to leave until the impact I left’s huge |
This here’s a redneck incestuous flow — son of your nephews |