Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eternally Unforgiven, artist - X-Raided.
Date of issue: 20.04.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Eternally Unforgiven |
Bloc Star, Bloc Star |
Bloc Star, Bloc Star, Bloc Star |
Yeah, Grown mans music bitch |
Bloc Star, Bloc Star, Bloc Star |
Yeah, Grown man music |
Long as the world is spinnin |
Whether I’m dead or livin |
I’ll be hated forever, Eternally Unforgiven |
For all the times I commited sins |
Misery never ends |
Havin visions of the flames my soul will be burnin in |
I’ll be turnin in my grave, Unable to find peace |
With people prayin that I rest in grief |
Let it be Long as the world is spinnin |
Whether I’m dead or livin |
I’ll be hated forever |
Eternally, Eternally Unforgiven |
While pregnant with me Mama rubbed her stomach at night |
When I was born |
She said she knew I would be somethin in life |
Mama told me I was a gift to the whole world |
Cause she pushed me out and had a nut |
That made her toes curl, Yeah |
She said Look at his pretty eyes |
What a beautiful smile |
He’s a bouncing baby boy |
What a beautiful child and he hardly ever cried |
So cute and peaceful |
Until he turned 16 and started shootin people |
Now he’s murderin innocent folks and bangin his gang |
Garden Blocc Loc’s, Deuce-Four |
Slangin his caine, Schemin to it hide from mama |
Believin the drama is painful |
A demon in the streets |
At home he’s mama’s little angel |
I’m the opposite of Nas |
Nefarious, X-Raided |
I’m hell’s son |
Till God’s kingdom or hell comes |
I’ll drop bombs |
I’m the Spawn, Lucifer in my mom |
Blocstar Entertainment. |
Com, Welcome |
It was 1991 when I came to the game |
And I was ill before Cypress Hill was insane in the brain |
Let me explain the real |
Give you a little history about the siccness |
And what it was really meant to be Now what it meant to me It was gangsta, shit so pure |
It was sick with no cure, Literally |
Wasn’t no middle with me And to spit it, You had to live it, Represent it with me Hear the genisis, Reminisce with me The trinity in the beginning |
It was Sicx, Lynch and me Lynch was in the Gardens |
Sicx stayed in the middle of The Creek |
When I was freestylin to Dr. Dre instrumental beats |
I was rhymin about car chases and nines sprayin clips |
When Scarface was a Geto Boy and his mind was playin tricks |
When Pac was doin the humpty dance with Digital Underground |
I was bangin Blocc Crip, Puttin niggaroes underground |
By the time I met Sicx |
I was sick with the spits |
He introduced me to Lynch |
We started producing the hits |
That «Niggaz in Black EP» and endangered «Nigga Deep» |
In 1991 we hit the streets in Sicx’s Caprice |
South Sacremento, California |
Garden Blocc, On Florin Rd. |
In the Tower Records parkin lot |
We hit the neighborhoods where niggaz like to spark the glocks |
And if they hated, Stomped 'em out if they was hard or not |
And I was 16, Havin wicked and sick dreams |
And witnessin Crips schemes on missions to get cream |
Seein apartment managers evictin indigent fiends |
Whose kids will never know what legitimate innocent means, scream |
Elicited by sick scenes |
It was live and explicit and as vivid as visions on split screens |
In the Cadillac Apartments on Stockton & Riza Way |
Where old man from pj was slangin 3 Ki’s a day |
Where all the G’z would stay when they came to Sac from East L. A. |
And all the G’z would say that I would be a G someday |
Cause I was down for the gun play |
Raised and squeezed the K And instead of savin me Mama getting on her knees to pray |
When Brotha Lynch told me to chill |
Sicx told me deal |
The homie C-Bo told me to get scrill for studio time |
The only homie in the crew to ever tell me the real was Big Tony |
He told me to be true to the rhymes |
But I was youthful and blind |
Black Market gave me a deal |
Told me to build but homie I was out of my mind |
J-Dogg and Slim handed me nines and they trained me to kill |
And that’s what I did, The truth is deeper than you can define |
Why should I lie when it’s evil and the truth is divine? |
I don’t write fiction, nigga |
All I do is shoot from the mind |
My addictions to benjamins, liquor, cars and chronic |
Fuckin bitches when I should have been at Enharmonic layin vocals |
Instead of runnin the streets sprayin the. |
44 |
What can I say? |
Forgive me God, I was just loco |
I heard J-Dogg was murdered by the Meadowview Bloods |
Niggaz hit their hood at 2 in the morning to settle it cuzz |
Kicked the door down, Pitch black, Entered the house |
Saw it on the news the next night |
Injured a spouse, Died at the scene |
Cried and screamed the night that I’d seen all the reports |
Somebody’s mama died |
In the course of gang bangers seekin revenge |
Cockin them hammers, It was a woman, A grandma |
Shot in her pajamas, Arrested at trial |
God, I was just a child |
With a talent to rhyme because God blessed the child |
It was an accident, An absolute tragic event |
Didn’t even know she was dead 'til after the hit |
I could never kill a niggaz mama, man |
They’re all that we’ve got |
I swear to God, On the Blocc |
I did not fire that shot |
But I’m responsible, So I accept responsibility |
I’m a product of society and my moms stability |
Rather the lack there of |
I’d sacrifice my life |
And give anything to be able to go back there, cuzz |
To reverse the slug, Reverse the spurts, Even if it hurts |
God, Reverse the blood and reverse the hearse |
God, Reverse the curse and rebirth the her |
I mean it all, I didn’t even have to rehearse a verse |
Screamin Lord forgive me All the bangin that I did |
Hey, All of the pain that I inflicted as a kid |
Hey, Judgment day |
Consider this before you curse me I was only a child, So Lord have mercy |
Forgive me, All the bangin that I did |
Hey, All of the pain that I inflicted as a kid |
On my judgment day |
Consider this before you curse me I was only a child, So Lord have mercy |
When I was a child, I thought as a child |
When I became a man, I put away childish things |
Ya heard, No more games, man |
Bloc Star, Homie |
No more games |
Long as the world is spinnin |
Whether I’m dead or livin |
I’ll be hated forever, Eternally Unforgiven |
For all the times I commited sins |
Misery never ends |
Havin visions of the flames my soul will be burnin in |
I’ll be turnin in my grave, Unable to find peace |
With people prayin that I rest in grief |
Let it be Long as the world is spinnin |
Whether I’m dead or livin |
I’ll be hated forever |
Eternally, Eternally Unforgiven |