paroles de chanson Punch Up - Besatree

Yo, shit mad tired
Tried to run a game and caught a flat tire
They backfired
While we back fire
Blood, sweat, and tears I been baptized in
These tyrants
Back violence
Politicking with an actor, smiling
Fuck dialing
Profiling
They been listening in but kept silent
Funny how we now know what we knew back then
Yeah, but the money still hold us
No question
Comatose flexing
Robbed of our presence
Now they control us
No lessons
This is them testing
Pistol grip, sweating with the trigger finger
Hold up
Without trust
Ain't got shit
So what you think we got then?
We ain't got shit
So don't call on it
Don't act like
It was any sort of option I passed by
Muhfuckers talk big when they amped
I talk big
Little pressure, I'm a landmine
When it come time
You gonna see me
Out on the front line
Bucking with a breezy
And when it comes time
For them to see peace
I'ma be up in they face spitting cc's
Adderall
Ritalin
Lexipro
Synoquin
Dexedrine
Norpramin
Tenex and Methylin
Elavil
Pamelor
Paxil and Klonopin
Hobson's choice
Give em two options
Boxed in with the tape
Take caution
Lost in they own city
Exhausted
Got us banking on change deposits
They can bank on change, that's honest
That's modest
Adonis
Muhfucker I said we on it
We brought it
They fought it
Then they catch a Rorschach, get blotted
Hypnotic
Red Dotted
They ain't ready for the impact, comet
They ain't ready to step down or comment
They ain't ready for what they got coming
We been thumbing through files
Learning who we up against and why
We got the short straw end of the stick
A force-fed, course bred on a pension to dip
And I
I'm ready for the last round
Played a silhouette in the background
They ain't gonna see me in the blackout
And when I get em I'ma hit em so they tap out